
Tokyo: Starting by Taking in a Runaway High School Girl
东京:从收留离家JK开始
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 392k Words
- Genre
- Light Novel
- Subgenre
- Original Fantasy
- Updated
- 1d ago
- Source
- Qidian
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172Chapters
314Votes
1.9kRecs
14kFans
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The chapter where the gangsters fight is so bad, the worst of all, in what era are you writing this kind of plot? The protagonist gets a blow on the head, and just as he's about to fight back, the police come. It's so hard to hold back.
A bit awesome
That little bastard hit me with a stick. The male protagonist recovered, but I didn't. My head is still buzzing. How about the author pay me some money 🙂
Please stop scolding
I reported it, bro. You did nothing wrong. It was all my fault for my disgusting jealousy and low self-esteem. When I saw your words, I completely lost my defense. I immediately lost my armor. The second I saw your picture, I was sweating profusely. Chills, depression broke out in an instant, and life seemed to have lost its color, like a Saiyan whose tail was caught, an esper with a sea stone, a Jinchūriki pulling away from the tailed beast, like Ultraman without light, completely cut off from the hope of living. I almost went crazy with envy. I fell on the bed and covered myself with the quilt, and started screaming and crying while hugging the pillow. I yelled "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck," while holding back. I cried and cried, and my hands shook when I typed. Later, my hands shook more and more violently. The thoughts, feelings, and dreams that surged from my heart, the envy and regret were intertwined. I still had a smile on my face, but the tears fell down all at once. Please stop posting. No matter how difficult or poor my life is, I will not feel sad. Only when you post such things, my heart hurts like a knife, and I can't help but shed tears as I type. I get up at 7 a. M. And go to bed at 9 p. M. Every day. I study year after year and look forward to a happy life of earning tens of thousands of yuan a month and a bright and sunny future. I turned on my phone and saw your picture. I felt a deep gap and jumped directly into the well in front of my house. 😭😭😭I'm really 😭I'm going crazy with jealousy😭Why! ! Why is this person not me😡I beg you😭please😭! Don't post it, I'm really going crazy with envy and jealousy😱What should I do? I'm going to die with jealousy. I'm so anxious. My phone and computer have all been smashed. I already suffer from depression. Others say I've broken my guard. I'm really angry and angry. It's like I've been seen through. I'm hiding behind the Internet. This feeling. It's really uncomfortable. I was so seen through. With just two words of breaking my defense, all the strength and forced smile I pretended to have collapsed, and I became a clown who was laughed at🤡. I really don't want to pretend to be strong anymore. I will lose nothing if I play with my mentality. I keep looking at you👁👁 When you are walking alone in the silent night👁👁 and you feel the cold eyes behind you making you sweat👁👁 When you turn around but nothing is there👁👁 That's me looking at you👁👁 I will always look at you👁👁 I won't do anything👁👁 I just like looking at you👁👁Please don't post it, I almost went crazy with envy. I fell on the bed and covered myself with the quilt and started screaming and crying while holding the pillow. My hands were shaking when I was typing. Later, my hands were shaking more and more violently. The thoughts, feelings, and dreams that surged from my heart, and this envy and regret were intertwined. My smile was still on my face, but my tears suddenly fell.
It feels like my brain has been raped
There is obviously a better way to handle the movie invitation, but I don't know why I did it this way. The character of the protagonist was completely destroyed for me. He had no personality of his own and became a tool to advance the plot. I gave up on it.
Deserve half death
Your results are what you deserve😅👍
Multiple heroines? Single heroine!
Judging from the comments posted by the author, it should be that there is only one female protagonist Judging from the plot, it is probably a fake harem or a party struggle ●●●○○ The male protagonist has some tricks up his sleeve when it comes to cooking, which is impressive to me I really like Chinatsu, but it's a pity that Huang Mao Can't win, it's a waste 😭
Thanks Shennong
I haven't read it, but it's good to read the book review 🙂
Why does it involve acting in a movie?
How can I put it this way? I feel that acting in a movie is a bit inexplicable. If you are invited, you should be invited as normal. You engage in such pretentiousness and make decisions on your own without asking for opinions. It is like using a bone to attract a dog. Waving your hand will make the protagonist turn around. It feels a bit too arrogant and disrespectful. I feel that if the protagonist agrees, it will be a SB.
There is a reason for the poor performance. The most important thing about a book is the early stage. When it is written like this, I feel like I am watching a Japanese pretentious show from ten years ago. The plot is too old and none of it can capture the audience.
Renaissance, this conflict point and the omnipotence of the protagonist make me feel like I am back ten years ago.