The Second Dimension Era of Literary Girls

Since it is a new book, how can it not include the women's clothing store? If I can get 2,000 likes this time, I will post my review of the women's clothing photos (ah~ I used one photo twice, I am so smart)

An older otaku with no experience in love and a very normal sexual orientation travels to a girl on a parallel earth. What will happen? How will he deal with what comes next?

Some buckle 1....

Love this position. I don't know what position you use on the bed when you sleep.

That year, Sora Aoi was still a daughter. That year, Edison didn't have a camera. That year, the professor was not called a beast, and that year, Li Gang didn't have a son. That year, cucumbers and bananas were only for eating. That year, grape flowers were just a kind of flower. That year, hide-and-seek would not kill anyone. In that year, drinking milk powder would not contain cyanamide. That year, Penguin was not QQ. That year, I only knew 2B as Pencil. That year, people wouldn't be in pain. That year, we didn't know how to struggle. That year, people didn't know how to steal food, and that year, we didn't know how to make soy sauce. In that year, cups were only used for brushing teeth. In that year, there were no unspoken rules that everyone understood. That year, little Japan was still called Jaap, and that year, little Korea was still called Bangzi. That year, Xiaosan was just the name of the neighbor's child. In that year, there were not so many young mistresses. In that year, the university did not ask for support. In that year, it was normal to call young women "Miss". That year, we helped the old lady not have to worry about being accused. That year, we still believed in true love. I am not attracted by the title of the original poster, nor am I confused by the content of the post. I'm not here to grab the sofa, nor am I here to make soy sauce. I am not here to cheer for the poster, nor am I here to contain or attack the poster. I just work hard for points. You are a beauty, I will not be jealous; you are a monster, I do not care; you are a handsome guy, I do not care; you are a beast, I will not despise you. No matter how noble your sentiments are, I will not praise you; no matter how corrupt your morals are, I will not be moved. In this era where verification codes are required everywhere, I have to become a member of Dangdang. Before, I read countless posts every day and basically didn't reply. Later I realized that this was stupid: many people who registered later than me had higher levels than me. I finally realized it. So I saved this text in notepad and copied it every time I read it

Can only do one piece!!!!!!!

In high school, the school required a blackboard newspaper. After school for a certain class in a certain grade, there were two students in the classroom working hard to finish it the day before the inspection. A boy was a little irritable and took out a cigarette. As soon as he lit it, the girl next to him coughed. When the boy saw the girl coughing, he immediately put out the cigarette and quit smoking from then on. Fifty years later, the girl became a grandma and the boy became a grandpa. One day grandma asked grandpa: "Why did you quit smoking back then?" Grandpa replied with a smile: "I saw you coughing when you saw me lighting a cigarette, and I swore to quit smoking at that time." Grandma laughed after hearing this, Grandpa asked in confusion: "Why are you laughing?" Grandma replied, "When I coughed, I asked you to give me a root. Later, I saw that you had quit, so I quit." After hearing this, grandpa paused slightly and said to grandma with a kind smile: "I will see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Today I posted a post asking for likes. No one paid any attention to me. It's nothing. The most terrifying thing is that since no one likes it, it's terrible. Is it easy for me to ask for likes? It's not easy. Well, everyone here can give me a like and support me.

Since there is a function of uploading pictures for book reviews, I think my chance has come Yes! I want to ask you a question When did you start liking reading transformation stories? The transformed protagonist looks cute and kawaii? Because it arouses the inner desire for women's clothing? Or should we say that it feels better when the heroine says that she is the author? Doesn't it feel like a bucket of clear spring dripping down from the top of your head like a bucket of spring water all over your body in the hot summer? ... The above is all nonsense Secondly, I want to ask another question, why do girls also like to read transformation stories (O_O)? Like me

The room is already so small, but clothes are still piled up in a mess. Doesn't this make it look even smaller? I think squatting at home is not enough to describe it, because maybe there is no place to stay.