[There’s a mean streak here, and every beast in the courtyard will get what’s coming to them, but not right away. No sucking up to Qin, and no stirring up trouble.]
Written entirely by hand, with no outline. I write wherever my thoughts take me.
Lin Bei was eating instant noodles, playing Legend of Mir in the background, and watching Birds of a Feather in the Courtyard, when he heard the Moral Paragon say, “Putting the facts aside, don’t you think you’re at fault too?” Furious, he slammed his fist down on the keyboard. His instant noodles spilled, and the water ran down under the desk to the power strip... See how a 17-year-old kid survives in a courtyard teeming with beasts.
