Adou Wins Lying Down? the System Forces Me to Hug the Prime Minister's Thigh Tightly

It's the same style as Galactic War Zone where you eat too many burgers. A great combination of modern stream of consciousness and traditional time travel. Obscurity and profundity are intertwined, and the incredible first person is mixed with postmodernism. Liu Chan and Zhuge Liang's profound deconstruction presents us with a completely different Shu Han, where the confusion of social animals is mixed with absolutely rational scrutiny. It's not a point of contact, but pure resistance and publicity. Feel the mystery of words in ignorance and incomprehension. In the transition between court and workplace, feel the protagonist's inner struggle and hesitation. Reflects the vanity of human nature from the side. In the narrative folds woven by words and suspended above the logical abyss, Liu Xiaochan, a fragment of consciousness eroded by the social terror virus of modernity, was like a misplaced grammatical symbol, suddenly wedged into the semantic fault line of the Three Kingdoms time and space. Its existence itself is a crude deconstruction of the historical signifier chain, like a line of garbled code mixed into neat parallel prose. His confrontation with Zhuge Liang is not a simple identity game, but a catastrophic collision of two cognitive coordinate systems - the former is burdened with the atomized spiritual cocoon of individuals in the post-industrial era, while the latter is the master of the knowledge system of agricultural civilization, like a precision-operating classical logic clock. Liu Xiaochan's fear of being "discovered" is essentially an instinctive trembling from the nihility of modernity to the weight of history, as if a pixel's fear is swallowed up by the strokes of an oil painting. Liu Xiaochan's manifestation of social fear is more like an absurd projection of existential anxiety: when the self-protection mechanism of social fear encounters the halo radiation of historical giants, the will to survive is alienated into a distorted narrative kinetic energy, running rampant in the cracks of the law of cause and effect, and ultimately dragging the entire story into the quagmire of meaning dissolution, just like using a calculator to decipher a hazy poem, only to get a string of incomprehensible digital debris. It's really awesome! ! ! ! ! ! !

You have a lot of minor issues (like the yellow robe), but your sense of humor makes up for it very well. The turbulent emotions in my heart are so vivid that no one who has died 10 times would be able to write this thing. I wanted to quit and laugh at the same time, so I finally added a bookshelf.

Zhuge Liang: Intelligence ceiling, insight MAX. In the early days, I was deeply suspicious of "Liu Chan"'s anomalies (behavior, words, and the "immortal things" he occasionally took out), and even secretly guarded against him. As the protagonist "sincerely" (forced) hugs his thighs and uses "whimsical ideas" (system props/modern thinking) to provide unexpected help (sometimes unexpectedly) at critical moments, it gradually turns into appreciation, trust, and even the feeling that although this "Adou" is out of tune, good luck and crooked tricks sometimes have miraculous effects, and eventually he becomes a close partner who is both a teacher and a friend, and who works together. Zhuge Liang will also be confused or can't help but laugh at the protagonist's modern jokes and system props.

Liu Chan's shortcomings: no ability Liu Chan's advantages: Knowing that he has no ability [see][see][see] Although Liu Chan's ability is average, he can distinguish between loyal and traitorous, can know people well and does not do stupid things. This has surpassed 95% of emperors in history.

The story line is clear, the plot is ups and downs, fascinating, a potential good book, worth reading