Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

Chapter 84
Shelf testimonials.

After more than a month, it is finally on the shelves. Thank you everyone for your support along the way.

An author friend I met these days told me that a qualified acceptance speech needs to include elements such as canvassing votes, requesting orders, and selling out.

So without further ado, I’m going to start making up:
My family has a household registration book with two pages in it. One page is mine and the other page is my copy.

When I was eight years old, my parents divorced. A few years later, my father married another wife. She was a woman who came back from working in RB for the second time.

After she married my father, I got a stepmother, and various conflicts caused me to become increasingly alienated from my family.

When I was in the third year of junior high school, my stepmother gave birth to a son - my father once told me that the reason why he married her was because she claimed that she could not have children.

But she just gave birth, and received many blessings on the day she was born. I also received blessings. An aunt smiled and said to me, "It's great, I have an extra brother."

I was young at the time and couldn't tell whether her words were a blessing or something else. In short, I stopped studying after graduating from the third grade of junior high school, and the gap with my family became wider and wider.

Just one month after giving birth to my son, my stepmother ran away to the United States alone and did not come back until two years later.

After she came back, I left my hometown and began to live in isolation. I wandered around for many years without a fixed residence.

For me, the concept of "home" has become more and more blurred. It doesn't matter where I live, as long as I don't live in my hometown. Even the farther away from my hometown, the better. I won't take the initiative to contact my family when I go out. I don’t even want them to contact me, so I keep my phone in do not disturb mode all year round.

Until a few years ago, I suddenly fell ill with a fever of 41 degrees. When I arrived at the hospital, I was already unconscious.

The doctor said that my illness was very serious, but miraculously, I recovered after one night - then I received a call from my hometown, and there was only a simple sentence on the other side of the phone: "Your father is gone."

I didn't have any big mood swings at that time. I just put down my phone and went to the toilet while booking a flight. When I looked in the mirror and prepared to wash my face, my face was already wet even though the faucet hadn't been turned on.

Then I couldn't control my emotions. I told the nurse that I had something urgent and needed to be discharged from the hospital immediately, but the nurse said that my attending doctor was not here and that I had to wait until he came before he could discharge me. I cried out like a collapse, "My dad." No more." Then he ran away regardless.

I took a flight that morning and arrived in the imperial capital at noon. Then I took a taxi directly back to my hometown. It was already evening when I arrived at my hometown.

There were people everywhere at the door of my hometown’s house. When I got out of the car, they stared at me with subtle eyes—sadness, pity, sympathy, ridicule, and sarcasm.

I walked through the crowd, walked into the mourning hall that had been set up, and looked at my father lying in the coffin. When I saw him again, it had been more than a year since I last saw him.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't, so I stared and opened my mouth. It wasn't until someone patted my back hard that I finally cried.

The first time I cried in my life was to tell my loved ones that I was here, but this time I cried because my loved ones had left.

Some people say that my father's death was because of me. Because I have been drifting away for these years, my father missed me very much, so he became ill and died in depression.

I thought so too, so I was confused for several days. During this period, I asked about the cause of my father's death. They said it was a heart attack in the middle of the night, and he was already dead when they found out.

I don’t know if this is the case, after all, my father and my stepmother were the only people at home at the time, and they had been living in separate beds for many years. Although I advocated an autopsy at the time, no one listened to me.

My father's death took away the last bit of nostalgia I had for this hometown, and also caused me to lose my "home" in the true sense.

After keeping vigil for my father, I wanted to leave again. Before I left, I went back to the home where I had lived for more than ten years to take a look. When I entered the house, I habitually said: "Dad, I'm back."

There was no response, no figure, the room was quiet, there was nothing. The sadness I felt in my heart at this moment was far greater than when I saw my father pass away.I even thought that if I had such a high fever before and it got better after one night, was it because my father had prevented a disaster for me?

After leaving home, I wandered around again and met some friends during this period. They always said that they envied me for having no worries and being at home all over the world. I was free and unfettered by the world. After hearing this, I just smiled and said nothing. Drink the wine in the glass at once.

It wasn't until the Tomb Sweeping Day of the next year that I returned to my hometown to visit my father's grave. I was thinking about going back to my old home to sleep for a night, but I found out that the house had been rented out by my stepmother, and my stepmother took her son and her parents to live in the house. In another house.

The tenants were a group of young people working in a bar, six men and two women. They made this house, which is filled with my few childhood memories, a mess and a mess.

I went to my stepmother and told her that I hoped she would let those tenants leave and that I wanted to live in this house.

She refused, saying she would live on the rent.

So I slept on a bench in my hometown for a few days, during which time I thought about a lot of things related to my father. For example, he had long told me that he wanted to divorce, but he gave up the idea because she gave birth to a son.

For example, when she was at home, she never spent a penny on the family. Even if there was no toilet paper, she would wait for my father to buy it home.

For example, after she gave birth to a child, she ran to the United States alone and ignored everything at home.

So I took the initiative to bring up the matter of family separation with her, and during the process of going through the necessary procedures for family separation, I learned that she had already applied for my father’s death certificate less than a month after my father’s death. She therefore I automatically became the head of household and also rented out the house the day after I left home.

Someone told me that after I left, she told everyone she met that my dad was mad at me, but I no longer cared about that. I just wanted to cut off all relations with her, and also cut off all ties with my hometown. All connections.

But she refused to agree to the separation and insisted on waiting for her son to grow up. Others have been arguing with each other, so this matter has not yet come to an end. Even when I am concentrating on typing these days, it still bothers me from time to time, causing some problems. There was a problem with the chapter content, so it had to be revised and reset.

I don’t have much talent. I can’t move bricks and I don’t know how to work. My only value is that I can write some stories.

After it is released, I will go back to my hometown to compete with my stepmother. I hope everyone can v me for the first order and continue to listen to my revenge plan. Don't ask why you don't want 50, because today is not a Crazy Thursday.

——This is my tragic story. If there is any similarity, it is purely unlucky!

Haha, I was joking for a long time, but let’s get down to business.

In short, it will be officially launched at 0:0, and ten chapters will be released at that time. These will be released at 800:[-]. In view of the fact that I received about [-] monthly tickets and about [-] rewards last month, so I will also update it this afternoon. Two more chapters will be added.

The future updates will also be based on this, 800 monthly ticket to add updates, cute masters to add updates, silver cuteness ten updates, gold cuteness I don’t want to think about it, I have everything in my dream.

If there is a reward from the alliance leader or the Silver Alliance on the day it is put on the shelves, the reward will be doubled.

Okay, I’ve sold it badly, and I’m asking for a reward for the first monthly subscription. This set should be a qualified testimonial for the launch.

After the release, the update time was changed to two chapters at 10:6 am and two chapters at 3000:1.2 pm. Each chapter has [-]+ words. If nothing else, there will be [-]k updates per day.

One final word: Thank you for your support so far, and I hope to receive your continued support in the future. I will work hard to create wonderful stories to give back to you.

that's all!

——Chun Liang Benliang

(End of this chapter)