Yan Ming walked on the street...
Suddenly a gust of wind hit, Yan Ming was instantly alert, but still...
"Bang!"
"Ouch!" Yan Ming put one hand on his forehead and the other hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
... Will it be a sudden attack by some bastard?
But the only thing that responded to him was the slight sound of wind, and the black leather diary lying there quietly at his feet for an unknown period of time.
Yan Ming stared at it and couldn't calm down for a long time - it was just an object falling from a high altitude. He should have been able to avoid it, but he couldn't avoid it. This was strange.
——Who threw it?
——Is this for yourself? The idea suddenly came to me.
Yan Ming picked up the diary with a blank look and returned to the dormitory mechanically.
"Smart kid... Be good, open it and take a look... Hehehehehe..." The footer of the diary moved silently, making a faint sound.
Yan Ming sat in the dark dormitory and opened the title page of his diary...
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·The risk of discontinuation is high, please be careful when consuming it.
·Probably not a horror story.
·Mainly narrated in the first person.
·No CP.
·The author has shallow knowledge and is ill-informed, so corrections are welcome.