My Bamboo Horse Is the Main God

Copywriting one: I am sixteen years old, an ordinary middle school student, living in an ordinary small town. My family is ordinary and warm, and my grades are average. In this school where there are scumbag students with super powers, heart-throb students, and saviors from other worlds everywhere, I really belong to the most inconspicuous type of NPC student. I just want to spend my high school life in an ordinary way, and then go straight to that very ordinary university. However, I have a super extraordinary bamboo horse. The bamboo horse is handsome, cool, cool, and powerful. It can kill the top natural disasters with just a few clicks of a finger. Everyone in the school calls him the Lord God - the omnipotent God who controls everything. But I really dislike him. I have been exploited by him since childhood. From asking him to get up to make breakfast for him, to lending him a shoulder to sleep on, to being dragged by him to visit boring amusement parks, I have experienced it countless times. Oh, and his blood has stained my clothes many times - which is really hard to wash. However, when he confessed to me while standing under the starry flower tree, I still agreed - hum, it must be that the starlight that day was too charming, that's why I didn't like him. Then, one day, he died. Killed by a god-slayer from another world. The night he died, the world was shaken by thunder, thunder and rain, as if it was the end of the world. The sun still rose the next day, and I went about my college life as usual - after all, I didn't like him, so how could I feel so sad for him that I almost died. Days go by like this, the world is still lively, and I am still ordinary. One evening, very suddenly, I felt that the world was a little boring, so when the car hit me, I didn't move away. The moment I closed my eyes, I thought, I don't know if something like the Lord God has an afterlife. If so, I still want to meet him. … However, I didn't die. I opened my eyes and found that I was back when I was sixteen years old - the year when the God Killer came to our school pretending to be an ordinary student. I suddenly half sat up from the bed, looking at his strange yet familiar, childish yet beautiful face beside the bed and crying uncontrollably. But that guy was as bad as ever. I even cried. He even pinched my face and called me a fool. Copywriting two: God loves the world because He loves you. Description: ·cp Luocheng (attack) X Jiang return (suffer) ·The third person of the text ·Relationships will only be finalized after adulthood ·There are elements of the gram series, but because it is casual and daily oriented, it does not match the tone of the gram series, so there is no label of the gram series. ·Wish you all a happy reading~ (bow) Stay on June 8, 2023 Purpose: Promote truth, goodness and beauty