Who Told You to Keep Poaching from Your Own Backyard?

No, who chose your cover for you? Except for Tea-flavored Love Daily and The System Always Wants to Confess More Than Me, the rest of the covers are just a mess. Can I beg you to change it to something better looking?

In this book, I don't talk about other settings, just the emotional line, the characters of these girls (from appearance and figure to personality), the progress of the characters' relationships, the male protagonist's attraction to them, and this feeling of jealousy. You are completely plagiarizing my diary and imitating my daily life. I advise the author to take care of himself and not to put my personal experience into your book 😎.

An all-female studio? Influenced by reality, when I saw this kind of all-female game studio, I felt that the author's writing was too dreamy and not real at all.

Stop messing with your abstract protagonist

Why do you need to create a plot of over 500 million in the first month? , There are a few games that can exceed 500 million in the first month, not to mention can they be produced at this scale?

The cover has the beauty of a 2000s novel. Does the introduction show too much shoveling?

My roommate is different from many girls. She doesn't like to post her life and photos online. Especially after living with me, I have become more cautious in this regard. So I can only vaguely describe some details, lest she find out one day and really beat me to death. Dog head. Jpg. I know that I should respect my roommate's privacy, but if I suppress my emotions for a long time, I will sink. So I want to find someone to slowly say these words, even if they don't give me an answer. Speaking of which, fate is really magical. Sometimes the world is ridiculously big, and sometimes it's scary small. She and I have actually known each other since we were children, and we are considered childhood friends. At that time, everyone lived close to each other and played like crazy. We rolled through the mud, climbed trees, and got scolded together. The parents on both sides also have a good relationship, and they even half-jokingly and half-seriously mentioned a "baby kiss." But when it comes to children, it's okay for adults to talk about it. Not long after, her father moved away because of his job. When I was young at that time, I just knew I was reluctant to let go, but life is like this, with many joys and sorrows. Originally, I thought that this would probably be the case for us in this life. As a result, when the credit classes started in the first year of high school, I actually saw her again, and she was in the same class as me. To be honest, I didn't recognize it at first glance. She has changed so much. When she was little, she was like a tomboy, running around with me all day long, getting into trouble, climbing walls and trees without fear. As a result, when we met again, he had become a completely different person - quiet, delicate, soft-spoken, introverted, with two dimples when he smiled. The kind of beauty that is not particularly ostentatious, but very attractive, and the more you look at it, the more pleasing it is to your eyes. If I were to score first impressions, I would give her an 8.5. Now, it would definitely be 10 points. In the past, my aesthetics have always been more mature, and I like the sexy and flamboyant big sister type. It was only later that I discovered that the person who really wins is not necessarily the person who best fits my "ideal type", but a specific person. When we first met again, we actually didn't get to know each other immediately. To really reconnect, it was a group activity. I found out after chatting. Later, we gradually became familiar with each other, and we would usually help each other with tutoring. She is much better than me in Chinese, English and writing, and I am better than her in mathematics, physics and chemistry. In high school, everyone was busy studying, and I didn't think too much about it. We just went to school together normally, worked on problems together, discussed our aspirations together, and occasionally went to each other's homes on weekends to make up lessons. After my parents found out, they gradually reconnected with her parents. Her parents were busy with work at that time and were often away from home. At that time, I was honest enough to go home and never spent the night at her house. Maybe it was because of this that her parents felt comfortable with us living together. In my senior year of high school, I asked her several times which university she wanted to attend. She always said she hadn't decided yet, or said she would look at the score first. I didn't ask any more questions later. At that time, I thought that after the college entrance examination, 80% of our lives would be like how we did when we were children, meeting again briefly and then going our separate ways. But fate is like an invisible hand, always pushing people back to each other at unexpected times. After the college entrance examination scores were obtained, I found out that we were admitted to the same university. Even I find it outrageous. What's more, she is introverted and doesn't want to live in the school dormitory. She dislikes the crowds and is not used to spending time with a bunch of strangers. After discussing it, our parents felt that we knew each other well after all these years, and her parents were busy with work during high school and often couldn't take care of her. They also always thought that I was a fairly honest and reliable person, so they simply rented a house near the school with better conditions and closer to the school. Each family contributed half, so that we could live together and take care of each other. Before moving in, my parents specifically told me to take care of her more. Her parents felt the same way. In the first few months when we started living together, I was really honest and did nothing. We live a very regular life every day. We go to class together, go home together, sometimes buy groceries on the way, and sometimes do homework separately in the living room. After taking a bath, she would come out to pour water in loose house clothes, and I would subconsciously look away when I saw her. She would hold a pillow on the sofa and watch a drama. When she got sleepy, she would tilt her head and fall asleep. I could only gently cover her with a blanket. The atmosphere at that time was actually a bit ambiguous, but no one broke it. Sometimes I feel in a daze that we seem to be living a very ordinary and quiet life for two people in advance. We rush to breakfast together, order takeout together, complain about teachers and homework together, and help each other during exam week. She will remember that I don't like vegetables, and I also know that she must have a cup of hot water on hand when she does her homework at night. Many small habits were remembered bit by bit during those days. What really changed everything was one weekend night. That day she went out to eat with her friends. I'll pick her up. When I picked her up, I found that she had drunk a lot. I had never seen her with alcohol before and I didn't know she could drink. I didn't expect her to become so bold after drinking. She was completely different from usual, her face was red, her speech was not so reserved, and her whole person seemed to be showing off her childhood temperament. As soon as we got home, she told me that we were adults and played some adult games. She held me back and threatened to tell my parents that I bullied her if I didn't play with her. I had no choice but to play a lot of games with her. I don't remember very clearly what happened in the end, and I'm not good at drinking. When I woke up in the morning, I found that I had a terrible headache. Still in her room and bed, neither of them were wearing anything. But if there is no blood, the last step should not be done. After that night, the relationship between us obviously changed. It was actually a bit embarrassing at first. But none of us really talked about it. We all seemed to have acquiesced that once something happened, it would never be the same again. Since then, her attitude towards me has obviously become closer than before. Many things that she couldn't do or were embarrassed to do before became natural later. She would sit next to me easily, hold my arm while watching a movie and not let go, and lean on my shoulder from behind to read what I wrote when I got tired of doing my homework. Sometimes I can't tell whether we have entered into some kind of relationship that only requires one sentence by default. And I can no longer bear with her. I started to pay attention to everything about her. The nape of her neck was exposed when she tied her hair up early, the broken hair hung down when she lowered her head to write, the two shallow dimples when she smiled, and the corners of her mouth that pursed slightly when she was unhappy. A lot has been magnified since that night. Our relationship heated up quickly. A lot of intimacy has become natural, and even silence is no longer awkward. But every time when she was about to take the last step, she would stop, look at me seriously, and say: "The first night should be reserved for my boyfriend." The expression on her face when she said this was never a joke, nor did she seem to be deliberately teasing me. It is precisely because she said it so seriously that I am stuck here. I don't know what she means. Is it because she really takes that line seriously, so even though she is so close to me, she still has to leave it to someone she will officially date in the future? Or maybe she is actually waiting for me to speak first and for me to give her a clear identity. I don't know, but I know I don't want to lose her. So now I am less and less afraid to act rashly. I'm afraid that I think too much, and I'm afraid that I think too little. What's even more scary is that the "boyfriend" she calls is not necessarily me. This is the case. It feels better to speak my mind. Thank you book friends for reading my long paper. I originally wanted to put emoticons here and there, but I ran out of ideas as I wrote them. This is why she pays more attention to privacy after living together. Her parents asked me to take care of her, but I took care of her until she was in bed.

The author has completely indulged in his own manipulation of the literary youth. He accepted all the promises, but in the middle of the process he had to push the literary youth. You are indeed the one in this disgusting part 👍. At the beginning, he thought it was a complete scum operation, but later he found out that it was a pure bitch. He kissed me and hugged me. Later you said that we were just friends and wanted to dump others. You are really awesome. You deserve to be where you are today. It was a good start.

The male protagonists in other harems are scumbags, but this one is a scumbag, and the male protagonist is too pretentious.

Chang'an, please write about pure love in your next book. Let's not touch the career line.