Retired Codewriter Meets with His Psychopath

My name is Qiao Yiling, and I am a poor senior high school student who relies on sugar to survive every day and is extremely afraid of crowds. In this world where "perfect hydrology" can be mass-produced with just a click of a mouse and people only eat cheap industrial saccharin, I made an extremely fatal decision - I personally buried that "great god" account that was once extremely prosperous but was about to be backfired by rumors and AI. Start from scratch and open a small account. I want to use these hands that can't even run 800 meters to breathe, key by key, to type back those extremely clumsy but vibrant words! Originally, I thought this was just my personal, lonely and exciting last-ditch battle. Until I accidentally opened a crack in the sterile single apartment in order to cope with the "social task" of the devil of urging the manuscript—— Then, my daily life completely slipped into an extremely ridiculous abyss. Stop it! You invisible creators who dare not even fart in reality, could you please stop choosing the venue for your madness in my living room! I'm really just an innocent high school student who is so stuck that he's about to die suddenly and doesn't even dare to pop his vest! "Hurry up and call an ambulance..." This is an extremely raucous guide to everyday survival. It's about a group of paranoid people who are obviously out of character but have an almost pathological obsession with creation. They huddle together in a small and noisy corner to keep each other warm and persecute each other. Occasionally, their blood boils because of a divine line of dialogue—— The absurd history of youth struggle!