I imagined friendship by writing novels, until they came to the door with the characters I wrote——
Gu Xuanying, the girl in my novel who is as passionate as the sun,
Breaking into the classroom with a perfectly reproduced face:
"What's the point of hiding in a corner? Come on, let's take you to the real light!"
Jiang Yunli, the iceberg academic master who is supreme in rationality in my setting,
But on a rainy night, I knocked on the door of my room, and the blue light on the screen reflected my pale face:
"Take me in... I'm afraid of thunder."
Now, Xueba Jiang, who is afraid of thunder, is shivering on the sofa in my house.
Sunshine Sister Gu Xuanying wrote it into the novel because she suspected that I had a crush on her.
And the remaining characters in the notebook——
They came one after another...
# Fear is also being posted by the big boss I created today
#The academic ambiguity of using transpiration to predict heavy rainfall
#HELP! Bingshan OOC rubs against my sofa every day
When fiction has body temperature, the first lesson in creation is pain.
[Behind the frosted glass, who is waiting for a beam of light falling into the deep sea?
Purpose: A guide to self-rescue from social terrorism