He's Always Been Good at Stealing the Spotlight

After reading it on April 4, 2026, I typed this paragraph: I am a graduated student. I was unable to catch up on the chapters due to tight time and heavy tasks. Now I have only caught up with the chapters after 480. The story of Good Night gave me great feelings and encouragement. I would like to thank Mrs. Shanhua Kurong for bringing such wonderful words. I have always been moved by Liang Ye's story. His doubts, unwillingness, struggles, and roars against fate all affected my mood. Finally, like now, Liang Ye fell silent, and was going smoothly after trying everything; but he did not bow to fate. His kindness, cruelty, disguise, truth and falsehood, and the innocence and shaping of his identity make him three-dimensional and vivid. I can almost no longer treat him as an ordinary one-dimensional novel character: his creator has made him escape from a flat and empty situation. From this, when discussing Ryoya's "life", even though I know that he will die, I will still be moved by him (even though he does not need such care). After reading the latest chapter 451, I have a lot of feelings. The most important thing I want to talk about is the issue of "forum", because while I am disgusted with the "forum" content in the article, I seem to be able to see my own indifference: before I really change my mind and get to know a person/character, their existence is insignificant to me. I just draw happiness from it. Is it dead or alive? Sorry, don't disturb me. But a good night is different. Good nights are really different. Mrs. Shanhua Kurong's words made me feel his flesh and blood. While making him mature like a fruit, it also gave him the sadness of life and the desolation of death. Like human beings, he has his own joys, sorrows and joys. My friend who recommended me to read this book often asked me when we were talking about good nights: Don't you think you are looking for sin? (Because he prefers literature about villains who are egoistic and without pathos, so he stopped reading when it was almost 200 chapters) To tell the truth: sometimes I often feel that I have been tortured very cruelly by Liangye; but once I reflect on it, I often draw the truth and warmth from Liangye's words, and thus reflect on myself. I hope the story of Good Night will continue. Of course, my wife must also have a good rest. Thank you for bringing such a wonderful "story". [Dog head][dog head][dog head][shy][shy][shy]

These daily routines are things that are out of reach in today's good night. He knew from the beginning that this was not reality, but in the end, in front of his sister, he still hesitated, "Are you really not going to stay for a little longer? There is no difference between the reality and the past." But Zai Xiao is also very good. I am firm in Liang Ye's choice. I hope my sister will have a good ending. As for Liang Ye, I hope that my wish can be realized as soon as possible and I will have a satisfactory ending. I can't ask for too much [crying] [crying] [crying]

During the summer vacation, I finally had the opportunity to read this book from beginning to end. It feels a bit late. In fact, I have read a lot of Ke Tong, which can also be said to have come from Tobikawa Hibiki's book. I have read more than 70 chapters of this book, but because of my intermittent reading, I am not very impressed with the characters in it. I have been thinking about reading it from the beginning again one day, and now I have achieved my goal. This book gave me the feeling that Mochizuki is constantly struggling and trying to reconcile with others. Be with yourself and accept all the choices you make With Zhao, he hopes that the other party can accept his death and let go of his obsession, but he has not yet succeeded. Mochizuki Ryōye gives me a very special feeling. Loneliness is the most superficial. He believes that he does not belong to any side, and of course he is very stable. In terms of accepting his own destiny, he is just a relatively lucky NPC. But is this considered lucky for him? I feel it is more like a joke. He obviously has an ending that is worthy of anyone. That ending is perfect except for dying young. But he is so lucky, he can have the opportunity to save those who died too unfortunately (this is why he does not hate Zhao) When I saw that the forum decided his life story bit by bit through voting, I was really, a little bit broken. I chatted with my friends for a long time, and it was probably adjusted. When I saw the forum later and found out that the settings were voted for by myself, I felt even more angry. You created his suffering, but turned a blind eye to his pain, and even used the word "hypocrisy" to sum up his life. This familiar arrogance, should it be said that it is a forum? I am not surprised. I think "Lunchbox" showed me more than just the discussion of the topic of life. This topic is heavy enough, and it also made me think about character settings. As a character designer, you can't blindly pile settings on the character, you can't turn a blind eye to his pain, you need to truly treat him or her as a person. , Instead of simple text, otherwise it would be no different from a high-dimensional forum (actually, I just remembered the OC I once designed. It feels like this forum. I don't care about the feelings of the characters. This feeling gives people the illusion that I am a god. You have designed them with flesh and blood, but you are denying their qualifications as human beings.) (As I write this, I no longer know what I am talking about) Now I want to express my gratitude to the author. The writing is really beautiful and realistic. I can see the changes in Liang Ye and know the reasons for the changes, just like we have witnessed him step by step. I hope the teacher can continue to write his story while taking care of his health.

See me, my soul, my tears, my anger, my love. I am also a human being. This heart is no different from yours... This is what I am also human.

It turns out that it happened from a different perspective. Then when we get to the other side of Fangtani, we will face Yuan Ryo? I always feel that from other people's perspective, Ryo at that time was suffering from schizophrenia. I thought about many kinds of plots in Jingguang, but what I saw were the ones that were the most unexpected. It also supplemented a part of the plot that was missing from the perspective of Taixiao. No matter who the main perspective is, you can see the character of the characters from the main perspective. It's amazing. But as expected, I'm still curious about Ryo's own perspective... I didn't expect to return to the original world in this way. By the way, Ryo will go back, right? Somewhat uneasy. It's almost Liang Ye's birthday. I was late in posting the article because I was mentally ill. Fortunately, I have other preparations to celebrate my birthday [Blue Heart]

I understand. Does Fangtani mean that Mei took away Mochizuki Yoshiya through an explosion in full view of everyone? Then he will use this explosion to take away Margaret.

My tears are worthless. . . . [Crying] [crying] [crying] Let this moon-gazing night, which may be the most penniless and painful in all timelines, see the possibility of happiness. Is it considered a kind of poison to quench thirst?

Ryo's unreachable love... But it was something he once had in the original world. Dai Xiao is really smart and perceptive.

I feel like it will be finished this year. [Please] Boss, please continue to update. The fact that Mochizuki can survive is like aki piling up a mountain of code in a world full of bugs. Even though it may report an error and go offline at any time, it still manages to run. The police academy team wanted to change the code and set up a clean environment alone, but Mochizuki is a person with independent consciousness who will run away sooner or later (no matter what form it is (x (Laijia doesn't know much about computers and described it based on his feelings.

Silent Night Walk *Also known as Stay Away from the Bloody Theater *ooc belongs to me *There is a warning for custom settings  When the death rate rises above the critical value, the text will change from crow green to bright red. After the character dies, it will turn into cement, almost blending in with the background of the system. If it does not change, the soul has returned to death. So, having vaguely missed the line countless times, and skipping the abnormally increased mortality rate, Mochizuki stared deeply at the direction that caused discomfort for a while, and then turned his head away under the cold sweat caused by the system's guilty conscience, and the sound of the keyboard resounded in the room. He never asked for much, just a few grains of sand on the beach, a few green leaves in the forest, and a few scattered things. The cold blue light of the computer was reflected in his retina. He chuckled a few times, searching, viewing, and trading in the intersection of red and black. Margarita used the enter key as the terminator. He stared at the face on the screen and suddenly burst out into a smile. With the posture of a predator, it was naturally not targeting the unlucky contemporaries who were hung up with bounties on the dark web. Deep in that face was an unconcealable weakness and flattery. He always greeted the outside with a smile, and his anger was forced on his wife and children... It doesn't matter, he thought: tomorrow.  The soles of the shoes stepped on the middle-aged man's soft chest, and the soft flesh trembled in fear. Through the latter's near-death narration, the lower-ranking person can easily find out the truth - a bloody story that is rich in the reader's consciousness. Just because a certain unlucky man looked a little like his wife at the same time, he suspected that he was the illegitimate child raised outside the family. In anger and manly dignity, he even invested five years of his amusement park assets in order to kill him. However, the black-haired young man was able to see him on TV, thanks to the greed of the person under his feet. Canceled the darknet account and refused to pay the balance, thus following in the footsteps of the victims.  What a ridiculous plot. A bit of cold light, a piece of butter was cut open with a hot knife, the incision was smooth, the black-haired killer's wrist was lightly shaken, and the blood naturally drew a blood line on the floor.  After confirming that the target was completely dead, the killer finally raised his head. Paradise is a strong nest, burying too much bitterness and darkness under joy. His hands trembled, unable to stop the buzzing of mosquitoes in his head. The silk threads swirled in the wind, bound and intertwined, accompanied by the slightly heavy breathing of the only living person.  Where he is now, at the center of the silk screen, is called a mirror maze. Suitable for all ages. Children under six years old need to be accompanied by their parents. He deeply feels that he needs to add two more. The veins will be cold to save some sanity. Lightly tap on the pain relief gas for the last time tonight. Like, no sleep here? He lowered his eyelids, a grotesque mime. After the mirror is broken, even if it is repaired, there is nothing you can do. No matter how whitewashed it is when it is formed, it cannot be restored. The change has already been completed. How about crushing them all and turning them into powder? Why should we care?  The faces of Moongazing Night, Margarita, Casablanca and pure white figures flashed in the mirror, smiling, gloomy, mocking and blank. The fire under the sea once burned with all its might, but now it has been extinguished - it has returned to deathly silence, with no return date and nowhere to be found.  Mirrors within mirrors within mirrors, until even a single figure cannot be accommodated. Chiku Ye Zhao sat on the luxurious chair that added to the atmosphere. He first raised his fingers like a child, then admired the rhinestones on his fingertips in boredom, and then counted silently with the ticking sound of the pointer moving. "1, 2, 3…999999, 1,000,000" 1,000,000 Deaths are reflected in the mirror. Sometimes the dazzling shadowless lamp in the operating room is in front of you, sometimes your hands are stained with your own blood, and sometimes you are seeing dark-colored hats and white hats. The pair of green eyes under the long hair, the fire flashed before the gun fired the bullet, and the last time was the light gray blue pupils of the blood, ignoring the acid overflow and stinging pain. Sometimes snow would drift into the eyes, and then melted by the residual temperature, until a snowflake stopped safely in the center of the eye pupils, and everything was over. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, his legs were struggling to hold on, and he was startled to feel the presence of cold sweat after shaking his head. The system rarely made any sound. He seemed to have just learned to breathe, leaving butterflies struggling in his chest and light spots at the edges of his vision. Without looking at the body of the deceased, the explosives specially carried by the mission analysis in the portable space will swallow up, place, inspect, and activate everything. He throws away useless things. Under the cover of night, a few lights were hurriedly lit in the residential buildings in the distance. Maybe there would be police cars surrounding the place to analyze the whole story, right? But who is related to Moonlight, Margarita, Casablanca or Pure White Shadow?  When the curtain came down on the stage, no one in the audience cheered.