We are a senior otaku
No house, no car, no money, no appearance, no father, no mother, no disease, no disaster, no bad habits, no schizophrenia, no genetic disease, no autism, low self-esteem, and the most obedient heroine of a vending machine.
(A certain lady lowered her head and stood at the noodle stall:... Where is my mother?
Mo Pingguo: That is of course your dearest author mommy. Oh, live, live, live. . . . .
A certain La continued to noodle stall, and the lenses reflected the light: What about my dad?
A certain apple petrochemical ing:. . . So what,,, the weather is really nice today. . . .
A certain La raised his head and saw that his lenses were severely reflective: "That's it. You can also see the weather on the ceiling... It turns out... That's... This..."
A certain apple: I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have dug a hole in the first place. If I had dug a hole, I would have found you. If I had found you, I wouldn't have been so miserable. I wouldn't have been reduced to the miserable situation of silently filling the hole at the bottom... Hiding my face. . Shed tears. . Get away. .
A certain pull:. . Very good,,,
A running apple: It's so cold. . . . )
On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, in a certain apartment in a certain city in a certain province, there is a neurotic handsome guy played by a certain La and a certain god, a certain interstellar pet and certain wishes, a certain bloody time travel and a certain popular comic, a certain noodle stall + a scheming female protagonist and a certain idiot + a male protagonist who eats and sleeps at the same time. . . . .
A certain Apple: I'm so verbose.... (Passer*N: You still know!!!)