Life of Reform Starting in Japan

Let's keep having fun~Bai Fan, hold on

Well, the author was criticized for being autistic, so he decided to continue writing on the original website (the previous one had millions of words and tens of millions of hits). Sure enough, the atmosphere of Qidian is not suitable for this kind of subject matter...

I invested in three books in total, and now I have two eunuch books...🙂

The routine is old, and the writing doesn't look like someone who is in their 40s. In the first few pictures, you can see through the ancient killing methods practiced by others by watching them practice swordsmanship at a glance? It makes me laugh so hard, where does this insight come from? It's all poisonous, and there are so many noobs who comment that it's good, but they're all hired by trolls. After reading the first few chapters, I immediately told them to quit, which made me feel uncomfortable.

To be honest, the part about Eri Hayakawa made me cry. I am a person who lacks love myself. I have been living in my grandma's house since I was less than one year old, and now I am in college. My parents have been working in other places all year round. Although my grandparents are very good to me, they are not my own home after all, and it is not a good feeling to be under someone else's roof. Until now, I feel that I have some emotional loss. My sense of responsibility to my family is purely because I am a family member, so I should have a sense of responsibility, not family affection. Even if I think about my grandma who was very good to me, if she passed away, I would only be sad and not have any more feelings. I fell in love in my freshman year, but we broke up within a month. It was really hard to feel real feelings. I also fantasized about love, but reality is reality after all. The kind of love in novels is what I yearn for. Reality cannot exist. Friends and so on feel a bit like an exchange of interests to me. I once had two friends who should be able to help each other at both ends, but as time went by, they faded away. This made me uncomfortable, and later I got used to it, ha, got used to it. When I was a child, it was okay. Although my grandma's house felt like home, my grandma's house gradually began to have conflicts. My grandpa's two sons were my uncles and uncles, and then my grandpa, grandma, and my son had a falling out. When I was in college, my parents started to have various conflicts again, quarreling, fighting, and getting divorced. Then not only outside, but also at home, grandma's house is full of intrigues, ha, it's really a home. Gradually, my feelings for reality are getting weaker and weaker. Sometimes when I stay at home for a period of time, I feel out of touch with reality. I don't want to contact the outside world, I don't dare to contact the outside world, I am afraid of being hurt, I am afraid of hurting others, and I just want to be alone in my own small space. I even feel that I am as fragile as a piece of paper, which will break when I poke it. Although I look very strong on the outside, who knows, I am not as fragile as a piece of paper. Sometimes I really feel that life is very tiring, and I want to settle my own affairs. I pretend to be sensible in front of others every day, and I will never refuse the requests of my family. But who knows, I also want to be willful, and I also want someone to take care of me and tolerate me, but it does not exist. I dare not, I am afraid that I will never have anywhere to go. It's ridiculous. I obviously don't feel like home, but this is my haven. I'm afraid of being exposed to new environments, afraid of change, and afraid of communicating with others. Since junior high school, I have become addicted to novels. Why? I yearn for the kind of feelings in novels, whether it is family or love. But in real life, I have no feelings for feelings. In other words, real feelings are just a disguise to make people around me think that I am the same kind and will not be rejected. I am very envious of Hayakawa Eri from being bullied to being saved by Bai Fan. I wish that someone would come to help me when I was desperate, even just a word. How I wish someone could teach me what I should do and what I shouldn't do, instead of just watching other people's children do it with trepidation, I just learned how to do it, and now I have become a deformity. Well, maybe I shouldn't have appeared. I don't know what will happen in the future. It doesn't matter. Whether you live or die depends on God's will. Just let him be a good boy. I can just stay in my own world.

2019.2.14, The second day after the break, holding a grudge

Just read a few chapters. . . Overall, it's good, but the main character feels a bit stiff. I mean, isn't the author going to write daily novels? . . The first few chapters gave me a sense of what it felt like when special forces returned to the city.

It's disguised as a "Japanese light novel", but it's actually just an urban novel. It's really disappointing and a waste of emotions.

The author has two books, one is The Great Demon King of Bai Fan and the other is The Great Demon King of Beichuan. One is Kitagawa's painting, the other is Hayakawa's painting. Kamiya will appear in the future. Very strong linkage

So angry, another eunuch. If you are going crazy, I will send the author a razor blade. Who can understand how I feel? I'd rather this book be unfinished than a eunuch! The author should hurry up and come back to code, give an explanation to my sister, and give an explanation to the people who follow this book.