Fairy, I'm Really Not the Villain!

After raising it for a long time and seeing it reach chapter 110, I've finally settled down in Bengbu. There are some things I just have to say. I can accept the protagonist always being portrayed as a saintly figure, but in this part, his saintly nature suddenly becomes hypocritical.

Now that the book has reached 400,000 words, many things have become clear. If you don't like what you're reading, you can scroll away; if you're unhappy with what you're reading, you can attack the author, but please don't insult those who speak up for me. Thank you. Three questions. First, why does it look so much like the one next door?

To be honest, I initially enjoyed reading this book, but some details were handled rather poorly... For example, the protagonist is in a prison cell and sees an injured child, and suddenly bursts into tears. This is written too abruptly, without any foreshadowing. As for the male protagonist's later remarks about the laws of historical development, I suggest the author read more relevant books; I personally think they weren't handled very well.

This is a rare book with a mix of good and bad. The good parts are genuinely good, but the bad parts are truly awful. The female lead is well-developed, and the scenes involving the male lead interacting with other women are handled with good finesse. The romance feels natural and not artificial. However, the male lead is a bit too pathetic.

I'm thinking of writing a story about a gentle, kind male protagonist, a model student who has been educated in capitalist culture. But the bandits and thugs all want you dead! And then they even lament the bandits' deaths! (Yo-yo)

The author's writing is quite good, but the handling of plot details feels somewhat lacking, and the world-building in the early stages is a bit vague. While reading, you can sense that the author intended to weave in some reflections and profound truths, and this effort sets the book apart from the ordinary.

Once you see him in prison overjoyed and then showing a sorrowful expression for a child, there's no need to watch any further. Without any kinship or emotional connection, where would a time traveler get such strong emotional fluctuations? You can empathize with someone whose entire family was executed and imprisoned for a crime, and even find your own kind among those who are like birds separated from their flock? You have so many kindred spirits, even in prison!

This book is exactly the same as the one next door, "Fairy, Please Let Me Explain," it feels like it's just been repackaged.

For books written by authors who may be still developing, my advice is to read fewer reviews, as they can negatively impact your reading experience. Reading a book by a renowned author doesn't make you one; you might not even be able to write a proper essay. Stop complaining. The platform already has many restrictions; please be more tolerant of authors still developing.

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