I'm in Konoha: I Have a Mosquito Power

Chapter 66

It was 120,000 words unknowingly.

I won’t participate in the miserable congress, and it’s a lot of brainstorming to make up the key story.

Although I was really miserable, I haven’t tasted spicy strips in seven or eight years, and there is no girlfriend.

But it’s nothing. For my beloved book friends, even if I don’t have much trouble, I wear slippers into pieces of paper, cotton clothes into short sleeves, instant noodles and vomiting, hair grows knotted, and glasses become single The film, the electricity bill exploded, the network card became a bald dog, the cigarette butt has been smoking for three years, and it hasn’t been exhausted…This is nothing! (Hand shake hand)

After all, I love to write and I love to create.

Love is everything.

It can make me endure what ordinary people can’t bear, let me taste all the sweets, sweets, bitters, and salty of the world, plus a little smell.

Shengxian can’t guarantee that it is superstition.

But when the night is dead, I take out my primary school notebook and look at the dozens of secret love diaries written on it, recalling my youth.

I told myself, this is love.

Great and pure, without any preservatives.

Just like my feelings for book friends, although it is illusory and intangible, it is real, linking you and my heart, telling me…you are all LSPs.

Don’t deny it.

To deny is to cover up.

To cover up is to admit.

Acknowledgment is a fact.