After the Literary Giant Became a Gangster

What is it like to suddenly change nationality? Thank you for the invitation. I am in Yokohama and have just experienced a **** fight. Changing from Chinese nationality to Japanese nationality is like seeing the teacher who was teaching you Japanese yesterday suddenly dyed a crazy hairstyle and join the gang, and fight in the street. The whole person is very fantasy. It was true that after I failed in the final exam the day before yesterday, I imitated Teacher Li Bai and drowned my sorrows by drinking. I went crazy and smashed most of the gold and stones in my mother Li Qingzhao's house. After being entrusted with a dream by Zhao Mingcheng, he was so frightened that he smashed the pipa of his guardian, teacher Wang Wei. I was afraid that the two teachers would get angry and make this week's test questions very difficult and double the homework. So I bribed Teacher Wen Tingyun to teach me 100 ways to cheat, but was caught by Teacher Ouyang Xiu. But, logically speaking, even if I am angry enough to turn black, it should be Teacher Wang Wei and Ouyang Xiu and the others. Why would Teacher Akutagawa and the others turn black? [I don't understand]. Ah, we digressed, let's get back to the topic. I felt very panicked after changing my nationality, not only because my Japanese was not as good as my Chinese, and I instinctively thought that I was Chinese after losing my memory, but also because I became shorter. My system told me that I became shorter because all the Japanese literary giants in the world went to work in black circles. It lacked energy, so I could only shrink. If I want to become taller, I have to work hard to publish my works and influence those literary giants to make them work hard on writing. Obviously, even in another world, the literary giants from my flower-growing family would still be writing articles. Why are the Japanese ones so bad? I'm so tall! In short, suddenly changing nationality is a very subtle experience, the kind that makes you shrink. Concept: The so-called literature is the candlelight before dawn, protected by the hand in the dark blizzard, igniting the glimmer of light for oneself and others. Even though my flesh and blood are burned, I still don't regret it