Shu Likou P, What Do You Mean They Are My Pushers?

As a human being in my second life, I recalled the touches they brought to me in my previous life and buried myself in writing songs. The days should have flowed peacefully like this—— Until that day. The "poisonous song" written by the school girl who was rejected when she confessed to me shot to the top of the weekly list. After being diagnosed with a communication disorder, her songs finally hit the streets. She fell into the vortex of plagiarism and said she only wanted to sing for me. The summer after she rescued her kitten from her cat abuser and took her to the beach, she wrote a song about us. And that awkward literary girl who always hides her thoughts in poetry. And the junior in the ramen shop who always secretly leaves rice balls for me - she said it started because of my songs. A strong sense of déjà vu gripped me, and cold sweat instantly soaked my back. Buhao! No... It's really what I think, right? ! How come all the tweets I liked turned into girls who like me?