Stories I've Read 我读过的文

3 逆 Riding the Tide of a Pure-Hearted Era 逆流纯真年代 Worldly Arsenal人间武库Urban2.2M WordsCompleted Time is a ship. Some people like to think of those few years in the early 1990s as the final voyage of a once-innocent era. Jiang Che, long since changed by the passing years, returns against the current and starts over in 1992, writing a brilliant youth that can finally be laid to rest properly. [Welcome to the second VIP group for Reversing the Current of Innocent Days: 497283806 (You must provide a screenshot showing you’ve purchased the whole book to join. This time, I’ll try to talk more.)] 41Votes2.9MRecs1.6MFans

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Time is a ship sailing on a ship, and some people like to regard the early 1990s as the last leg of that innocent era. Jiang Che, who is no longer innocent with the passing years, returns against the current, restarting 1992, and writing a brilliant chapter of youth that can finally be properly settled. Welcome to the VIP Group 2 for the Innocent Years Against the Current: 497283806 (You need to subscribe to the full subscription and provide a screenshot to join. I'll try to talk more this time.)

4 妄 A Pipe Dream of Farming Gold 妄想打金团 Ximen Beneath the Willows柳下西门Gaming509k WordsCompleted The dazzling starry sky. A crashed mech. A young man with a weathered face sits atop it, propping his forehead on one hand as he ponders life, philosophy, the universe, puberty, and a whole host of other questions. Come on, according to the time-honored traditions of the novel world, shouldn't a gaming studio be staffed by a bunch of cute girls with every kind of talent, alongside a male lead who's low-key, versatile, gifted, capable, and packed with maxed-out hidden stats? So why has his story 0Votes102.5kRecs22.8kFans

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A dazzling starry sky, a crashed mecha, and a young man with a weathered face sitting on the mecha, resting his forehead on his hand, pondering a series of questions about life, philosophy, the universe, adolescence, and so on. Speaking of which, according to the traditional virtues of the novel world, shouldn't a game studio setup consist of a bunch of cute girls with all sorts of attributes, paired with a low-key, versatile, talented, capable male protagonist with maximum hidden stats? Why is it that his story has turned into the daily life of a group of unscrupulous women who constantly spout Armstrong's cyclotron jet-gun style and tease this model young man who has just entered society... This is really just everyday life...