It Starts with a Blind Date

Just because there are so many blind dates, a blind date system is bound to it, and the most important thing is that if you fail in a blind date, you can actually get a reward, and it is also expensive, which is very attractive. This system is really a bit amazing.

You can tell a person's story and the general environment in which he lives through his eyes. Luo Ran has not only met countless people, but she has also come into contact with all kinds of people. If she wants to see how a person is, just look at the other person's eyes, look at the other person's temperament, and look at the other person's words and deeds. That's how powerful she is.

I think the author just needs to write according to his own ideas. In the past, there was an author who originally wrote very well at the beginning, but then he often changed it according to what the readers said, and ended up ruining it later. What I mean is don't make too many changes according to the readers' wishes. You can make small changes according to the readers' wishes, but don't change them too much. For example, the Youth Pill, the author initially stated that one can be as young as twenty-five years old, and later the author changed it to be as young as thirty years old. However, the author wrote that only the mother has become younger. Readers think that the mother has become younger, and the father is still prone to relationship problems. But why can't we get another youth pill for the father? This is not enough, and the changes are not particularly big.

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I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life.

From the book, the protagonist has been harming others and being harmed by others. Still messing around and not talking about it. What is the standard of three views? Truth, goodness, beauty. He keeps hurting people and has a reason to beat them. It goes against the will of heaven to harm people, and it also spreads those crooked and evil thoughts in books. Those who have a lot of social experience and can tell fortunes basically know this person. Just one sentence can cover the meaning of "delusional thoughts bring unexpected disasters". If you have evil thoughts and realize them, it will bring unexpected disasters. You can tell whether a person's life is going well or not, just by how often he thinks wrongly. Have too many wrong thoughts and can't move at all? Those who are always scheming against others will rarely seek revenge.

Author, the Luo Ran you wrote should hurry up if he wants to confess his love. Is he still a man👨? I think I just want to miss the word count, or I can't write after confessing my love. It makes me feel super uncomfortable! ! !

As a new book lover, I suggest that you can read the first part and it is well written. I personally think that the second part is off topic and there is no need to waste money. I also spent money on this book, so there is no need to complain.

Is the book good? It's up to me whether I can see it or not! I can't stop reading this book! That's good! Gone! Enough water! Let me show off my time by the way! Come to compare?

I saw that now, on this birthday, the author has been updating for a week and has updated more than 20 chapters. He has not finished writing this matter. The pace is extremely slow. It can be said that the word count is too slow. (Maybe the author wants to write the relationship and character details in more detail.) But they are together, can they still have a blind date? I don't quite believe it. Let's continue the plot and confess directly. He has a blind date system? Otherwise, how could the heroine accept it? After all, girls are also female elites! If you don't confess, go on a blind date again and seek death? Your plot conflicts with your resume, title, and system! Okay, that's all I have to write, let me get out of the trap first!

I still think Liu He is a bit poisonous. 1. Since she is not the heroine, there is no need to spend so many words describing her. At first, she was described as a nice little girl, but then she turned "black" again. 2. Emotional lines... There seem to be two emotional lines that I understand now, one is Luo Ran and the other is Liu He. To be honest, I am obsessed with the Liu He line. I will repeat the point of 1 here. Why don't you just accept two and forget it? There is a system anyway. 3. From the beginning, Luo Ran said that he would confess after learning about the male protagonist's relationship history. After learning about it, I read more than ten chapters and still didn't see it... The above are my feelings after reading more than 50 chapters. I hope you can think about it seriously. (Don't troll, keep communicating, thank you.)