The Magical Daily Life of a Reincarnated Young Scoundrel

Regarding love, I want to write about the kind of things that are gradual and not very good at writing about things that are like glue. And I haven't decided yet whether it's a harem or something like that. The original idea was that it was more than friendship but not full of love, and there might be a little ambiguity or something like that. Seeing that everyone is so enthusiastic about male and female protagonists, I opened this forum specifically to listen to everyone's suggestions. I can just post them here.

Grace [Disgusted Face]: So arrogant

On the majestic and continuous snow-capped mountains, stars hang high, casting a faint glow, reflecting three blurry shadows in the mountains. Three travelers who didn't know what to think, ignored the trouble of low temperature and the risk of difficulty in seeing, and walked in the towering snow-capped mountains as if they were unaware of the fatigue at night. The cold wind swept through the mountains, but not a single snowflake stuck to the hair of the three of them. One of the girls stepped forward and stepped across an almost invisible icy rift in the dark night. She put away her long golden hair and turned to look at her companions behind her. "Whether it is a triumphal song or a wedding chorus, compared to your song, it is like an empty exaggeration, there always feels like something is not as good as expected." Behind him, holding hands with Undine, Taro slowly recited a long-lasting poem. After experiencing all this, he has long forgotten many things, but certain poems have become more and more profound in his mind. The journey was long. From the beginning of the journey, the three of them talked about everything. Many things that they would not have talked about before have become topics of conversation on the way and enriched their trip. However, there are many things to do, and sometimes there is nothing to talk about, so Tarlow proposed to recite poetry. Grace and the others occasionally wrote poems or articles. This was due to their diligent study of various documents after his departure. In Tarlow's view, they would never insult the poet's name, but both of them firmly stated that they would not spread the poem to the outside world and that he could only read it. Tallow himself is much simpler. He extracts a suitable song from his memory bank as his creation and claims that it is his creation in his early years. And whenever a poem comes to his mind, he can't help but think of their reunion and the eyes of Grace and Undine. He couldn't describe how he felt when he saw Grace's closed eyes. After that, his biggest discovery was the melancholy and wisdom in their eyes. Talo stopped reciting and turned his head to look at Undine. "What's wrong, don't you want to continue?" Undine asked doubtfully, "Well, is there something on my face?" She actually knew that Tallow was looking into her eyes. "I just thought that compared with the past, life now is too leisurely and happy." Tarlow lowered his head and kissed Undini's forehead. "I feel that I can't substitute the emotion in the poem." "Those who are too happy will be punished by fate." Undini said with a smile. "This is what fate owes me," Tarlow said sternly, "Human beings are born to exist for happiness. If happiness from the heart is not allowed, the birth of consciousness is a complete frame-up." The two crossed the ice, Grace looked at Tarlow and said softly: "This is not something that the extremely intelligent, rational and arrogant Tarlow sage can say." "I have never been rational," Tarlow said. "Using reason to divide the total number of our lives will never be able to divide it. It will always leave a series of strange decimals. These decimals are distributed throughout life, annoying and dangerous. I have always tried to get rid of them." He paused, " And seriously speaking, happiness is originally the criterion of reason. I didn't do anything to you before, but reason told me that it would cause damage to possible happiness. Now reason is urging me urgently to make you never leave my side. " Undine was holding her chin on the side, but she remembered the previous scene when Taro was dominated by desire and pressed herself to the ground. Grace looked at Tarlow quietly, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she held Tarlow's hand from the other side. "I woke us up at three o'clock in the morning to climb the mountain. If there is no scenery worth seeing, I won't let you feel better." Grace put her arm around Tallo's shoulder and whispered to him. "There must be, nature never treats people who can open their eyes to see her." Tarot said, his preference for nature also slowly emerged while accompanying them on their journey. In the process, he remembered many poems of his predecessors and realized some deep and dark emotions that he could not understand before. After a while, Tarlow continued to recite poetry.          "What is the source of your   song of joy?                                                                                                                                                                        Undine recalled the first time she saw Tarlow. She looked up at the sky and saw the stars flickering like a person's destiny.              Tallow reshaped her life twice, maybe three times, they met, he died, he came back to life. After his death, she and Grace had made up their minds to live the way they wanted for the rest of their lives, but he appeared in front of them again like a miracle, and their original lives were completely disrupted. She still remembered that at that time, Grace opened her eyes and stared at him without saying a word. Pain and joy were mixed in her eyes, and tears flowed out. "Asshole." Then she said. "This is a force majeure arrangement, and it's over now." "It's over, yes, my life has been over since I met you," Grace took a deep breath, "You're back, right? You didn't come back to the world with some mission, right?" "No, my mission is over, so I'm back, and nothing will stop me from doing what I want to do." Since then, he has had a strange affinity for her, an indescribable, almost magical attraction. When they lived together, even if they were not thinking about each other directly, even if they were doing their own things, and even if they were dragged to different places by other companions, she would still be close to him involuntarily. If it was in an open place, she would be standing or sitting with him after a while. Only when she was close did she feel stable and peaceful. And she knew that Grace was the same. The wind gradually weakened, the snow-capped mountains gradually returned to tranquility, the surrounding darkness began to recede, and a faint light appeared on the horizon. The three of them took a rest on a bare rock leeward. Undine leaned on Tarlow's shoulder, Tarlow gently stroked Grace's long golden hair, Grace narrowed her eyes slightly and put her hand on his thigh. Such days are so pleasant, without the constraints of time, the pressure of responsibilities, and undesirable communication and etiquette. All thoughts, expressions, and words are sincere, Grace thought.      ,,, She wouldn't even think that she was really bound by anything. After all, everyone had shackles. What's more, as a noble, she enjoyed many rights and it was natural for her to bear those rights. But after Taro passed away, she found that she could no longer live the way she had before, and she could no longer compromise with certain things. Sometimes she felt that even without Undine, she would rather go to the end of her life alone. But he came back, this bastard, walked away on his own, and came back quietly. During his absence, Grace often recalled that Tarlow was like a dream, and there were so many mysteries about him. She even felt that he might not be a human being, but just a projection of an inexplicable existence, briefly existing in the world to complete his mission. But she had indescribable feelings for such a being. Fortunately, he came back. When she saw him again for the first time, she knew that he was real and a person who could love and be loved. Next to her, Undine had closed her eyes. Feeling relieved and happy, sleep also rushed towards her. Talo nodded towards her, indicating that she could fall asleep on her back. So she closed her eyes and felt a gentle kiss on her cheek before falling asleep. "Grace?" She slowly opened her eyes, Taro looked at her with a smile, and Undine was staring at something in concentration. She was getting up, turned her head, and found that dawn had chased the night to the horizon, and the sunlight shone on the silver and golden hair of the two friends. The scene in front of her made her feel a burst of joy and trembling for no reason. Tears fell from her eyes. She hugged Tarlow and kissed him. The snow-capped mountains are quiet and silent, the fine clouds sleep in the blue, and the gentle dawn casts from the clear sky, covering the white world with the veil of morning light. ps: The author drags the extra chapters together, which makes me feel constrained in writing a fan, afraid of conflicting characters (sad)

The plot mainly takes place in school. I originally set up the world view very well, but I found that there are very few words that can be mentioned as the plot progresses. Otherwise, if I talk about it specifically, it will just make everyone feel verbose, so just refer to it. As the plot progresses in the future, I will open a chapter related to the work to cover various magic settings.

I saw that many book friends were trying to persuade me to change the title of the book, saying that it was too repulsive, not exciting, and not worthy of the content... It's really nice to see so many people giving their opinions, but I'm a bad name maker and I really can't think of a good name, so I'm here to ask for your opinions. The following is a book title and introduction that I have been working on for a long time. "The Magical Daily Life of the Reincarnated Evil Young Queen" "Clear the fog! Welcome to the Tarlow Era!" The lecturer on the stage was in high spirits, describing Tarlow's incomparable achievements in his life. Talow, wearing a gray robe, stood in the audience, and no one around him was aware of his presence. Listening quietly to the things I did when I first came to this world, to be honest, I was a little ashamed. Actually, this was originally just to earn more credits for myself. There are other alternative book titles and introductions: [Fine-tuned version] The daily life of the queen who was reincarnated as a noble evil boy before her death The mysterious diary of the queen who was reincarnated as a bad boy The daily life of the queen who was reincarnated as a bad boy in the magic school [Legitimate version] Mysterious door The fog has risen The revelation of the fog Those who passed by the fog [Other editions] The wise man who made mistakes Working very hard to be a human being Sign for the times [Alternate introduction] History shrouded in puzzles, the gods have disappeared. Tallo, clothed in mist, walked through the spiritual world and dreamland, carrying the sanctuary and the other side with him, carving his own name for this era. Of course! If you have better ideas, you can put them forward! I will consider it!

In this era of rampant anti-intellectualism, only "The Magical Daily Life of the Reincarnated Evil Young Queen" gave me a perceptual and rational understanding. What he shows is the pure good quality of a book. There are no particularly abrupt parts, and the whole book is very harmonious. His books are witty and exquisite. The simplicity of sincerity and integrity gives people an inaccessible sense of nobility, just like the shining ether that can never be grasped. A polite man uses words to bring the most exquisite beauty to the audience. I can't help but wonder if God's providence is too doting on me, allowing me to recognize such an immortal and priceless soul in my life, full of loveliness and beauty. I had to review "The Magical Daily Life of the Reincarnated Evil Young Queen" again. It turned out that he had already written such great things, and he must have good conduct.

Undine

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Rush it to me! There are also picture changes (=^▽^=)

After reading it, I feel that the writing style of this book is so gentle 🌹, and the setting is very detailed, and the world view is huge. However, it does not match the title of the book at all. Most of the people attracted by the title are probably not the audience of this book.