My name is Wen Moting, a sweet girl who has slipped into the strange stories of rules. Black twin ponytails, a bow, and a smile that should be curved into a standard crescent moon—this outfit is all thanks to the holy mother system in my mind that calls itself [Kulomi].
It says that rules are the Bible and smiles are weapons.
So, in the physical education class at Qinghuai High School, I aimed a volleyball at that noisy mouth until it "quieted" forever; in the dormitory late at night, I used boiling water to "pacify" the continuous scratching outside the door; in the silent bathroom, I gave "scented" toilet paper to the pale fingers next door who asked for help.
At first, Kuromi gently encouraged: "The host did the right thing."
Later, its voice began to stutter: "Actually... You can be gentler..."
Until I got on the bus that "had to give up my seat". When you throw the noisy old woman into the dark river----
Kuromi's collapse and carnival came at the same time:
"Yes... Yes! Yes... That's it... My sweetheart... My God of Destruction..."
The black twin ponytails were raised in the bloody wind, and I dragged the chainsaw towards the community building. The system that once taught me that "a smile is armor" is screaming with excitement for every violent breakthrough.
From Qinghuai High School to the midnight subway, from weird neighborhoods to roving buses——
I fought through every hell disguised as rules.
So, what should we play in the next weird story?
