A NEET Beauty Lives Next Door

This month has been incredibly tough on me… First, the police work has been so demanding, I've had to work through the night several times, including until the early hours of the morning. And recently, a family member passed away. I'm really starting to break down…

Youthful fantasies, youthful exuberance, a vibrant tapestry of years. The blank pages mirror his fleeting youth, a chapter turned before it could even be written. "What kind of high school romance did you experience to write a story like this?" "It's precisely because I never had a romance that I could write a story like this." — Makoto Shinkai. People are often bound by reality, their minds shattered by the present, youth remaining merely a memory, a bittersweet existence. He fills the void left by his unwritten past with fantasy, presenting a breathtaking glimpse of his extraordinary past. In this book...

It's finished...

I was quarantined for fourteen days, but thankfully I managed to bring my laptop with me.

I don't want to write a Valentine's Day extra today, I'm just a single dog writing a Valentine's Day extra.

I want to create a new character named Shio-chan.

As a friend of Chaoxi, I once asked him: What do you think youth is like? He said he didn't have youth, so he didn't know. I then asked: How did you write about youth in your articles? He replied: It's all his fantasy, imagining it as his own youth. Although it wasn't particularly dramatic, at least every day was fulfilling. Personally, I especially like this passage from his article—Someone once said that youth is like a book, colorful and vibrant; it records growth, writes down the years, and witnesses confusion and impulsiveness. But my youth is more like a blank sheet of paper...

What's the ending? Does he get to collect the entire harem?

Please be kind to me in the new month.

Just a side note: the female lead gets kidnapped, which is kind of depressing.