I'm really afraid that it will die. It's so beautifully written but the rating isn't high. And there is no profit. The author really uses his love to generate electricity.
[If you can, please take a look. If you are bored, you can slide away, thank you] ... Recently, the time spent in a daze has been getting longer and longer. The latest traffic results of the novel have come out, and they are still unsightly. Obviously, on the first day of the recommendation period, more than 2,000 people read it, but now there are only a few people. Although some readers like it, I am also very happy to urge you to update it! It even gave rise to the false fantasy: "Maybe I can succeed too!" My favorite thing every day is to see the refreshed results at 12 o'clock? Is it more than yesterday, or less than yesterday? I was happy for a while when I saw red dot reminders and comments, but the later I got, the more uncomfortable I became. Maybe I should have discovered the huge traffic on the first day of the first launch, but I was just lucky. I wrote many books, and the total number of words I wrote was 635,000. When I was at my best, although there were only 150,000 words, the total number of reads exceeded 10,000 (the total number of people in 14 days). Unfortunately, I was banned because of the subject matter. Although it is not something worth showing off, at least I put in the effort. The results of subsequent writings are getting better and better. I also told myself in my heart that I was good enough and worked hard enough, and some people were not as good as me. It's enough to write down the stories I want to write and tell the stories I want to say... But why do I feel incomplete? It's probably due to vanity... Every time when I go to the bookstore, I see the achievements of some new authors. Compared with them, I am not at the same level. I can't help but feel inferiority, doubt and envy in my heart. After seeing the talent of the other person, compared with my writing style, which is like that of a primary school student, I feel relieved. Maybe I am not the material at all... ... The articles these days have been unsatisfactory. Young writers who have read it will probably think that I am just doing nothing these days. It feels uncomfortable and boring to you. My writing is the same. Maybe my writing skills are too poor, maybe my imagination is not rich. I want to create some valuable, interesting, and insightful main lines. I always want to write something good, but I find that I am going off topic again. The second volume is proof of my failure, so the idea of "turning ordinary daily life into extraordinary" has quietly disappeared... In reality, I have not been in love. I don't dare to talk, let alone fall in love. If a good-for-nothing like me gets along with these bright and beautiful women, isn't this a burden? So whenever I think of some sweet love lines, I wonder: What does it feel like to kiss? How does it feel to be stared at by someone you like? What does it feel like to hold hands with the person you like? What does it feel like to be loved? I can't remember why I wrote this novel. I probably want a girl as cute as Su Momo to love me well... To give me, who in reality is only like a thief and a rat in the sewer to peek at other people's happy lives, a place where I can put my mind down, a place where I can relax, a place where I can be loved and tolerated by someone... In the novel, I am the creator. I can love as much as I want. No one can stop me. No one can dislike me. I want the protagonist to have a girl who loves him very much. I want the protagonist to become excellent and have more specialties. Maybe this is the meaning of romance novels? I also prefer to read love stories written by others. In the daily intimacy between the protagonist and the heroine, and in the funny and sweet atmosphere, I am always thinking and trying to substitute myself. What would happen if I were the protagonist? What would happen if you did this yourself? Maybe it is a good thing to spend every day in lust... The person who has loved me for more than half a year dare not confess, and can only watch her being taken away by others. I can only lie on the bed alone and look at the monotonous ceiling... I may even sigh that I did not actively pursue or confess, which may be a good thing. After all, just standing with her makes me feel uncomfortable. She is so beautiful, so cute, and so outstanding. We are just as different as clouds and mud. Can I really stand next to her? If we didn't have this relationship as classmates, would we really know each other? Even if the other person is just an ordinary girl with mediocre grades and average appearance, I think like this all the time... ... My view on love is very bad, even full of fantasy. I think the purpose of falling in love is to marry the other person, love well, and be together forever. I always fantasize about whether I will fall in love in the future. I always fantasize about playing games in bed, watching short videos, doing nothing, pursuing nothing. Without money, without modeling, I will suddenly meet a girl who loves me very much... But when she turned around and saw her ordinary self with mediocre figure and useless features in the mirror, she felt relieved again... If she was held by me, she would definitely dislike it and be disgusted. If she was kissed by me, she would definitely want to tear her mouth to pieces. Just watching quietly, she would feel creepy... If she falls in love with me, she must have done something wrong and been punished by God! After reading my articles and reading the novels I wrote, you should also understand who the protagonist should be and what kind of person the heroine is. I am also very selfish and stupid. I always want to bring the protagonist into my life, and then the heroine will be saved, and then we will be together forever. I enjoy the yandere, pathological love and possessiveness, and enjoy the shyness of the other person every time I tease you. I get jealous when I see the person I like interacting with others. I feel sad when I see the person I like ignoring me for a long time. In the final analysis, a yandere is just a cute girl who lacks love and over-indulges in the people she likes... I like a sentence in my article very much. Su Momo said to Wen Xiaoyu, "Giving up is very easy, but it is not suitable for you... If in reality, I am at a trough, will a girl say this to me?" I hope and long for it very much, but I dare not really get it...
The female protagonist is a white-haired cat-eared loli, and she is the mother of the male protagonist, the Super Chief (No. 0) Of the God of War Council.