The Winner of Life Through the Second Dimension

I patted his face, put my mouth close to his ear, and said in a ferocious voice, "Next time, I'll kill you!" He was so frightened that he cried even more fiercely, and an unknown liquid leaked from his lower body.

I kicked the toilet door next to me hard, and made a loud noise: "No road race! I'll kill you now if you're crying." Sure enough, this trick worked, and the fat man stopped crying immediately.

"If you dare to speak out, I will prevent you from seeing the sun tomorrow, you know?" The fat man covered his mouth with his hands, desperately trying not to let himself cry, and at the same time nodding.

At this moment, the fat boy's voice came from outside the toilet, "It's not good, boss, the teachers are here."

Then the whole toilet was full of people, "What happened? Are you okay, classmate Shinsuke?" The dean asked kindly? "Cut, it's because of my father, it's boring." It seems that there are powerful people in any world.

"It's alright, teacher, I saw Hongtai urinating his pants, and then he kept crying, do you think so, Hongtai!?" I asked Hongtai in a threatening tone.

The teacher looked at Hongtai nodding all the time, and didn't pursue anything. "Really, it's going to cause trouble for me, that's why I hate going to school." He washed his hands, wiped it with the handkerchief next to him, and walked out of the toilet.

its not right!What am I doing now is the big villain, well, this is just self-defense, just self-defense.

After everyone left, a boy who looked like a girl came out of one of the toilets.I also picked up the handkerchief I wiped my hands just now, and took it to heart. "Ah, is this the real samurai that my mother said? I must let him accept me as a younger brother, and be a real man like a big brother!"

When I got home, I found that there was no one at home.Although my mother insisted on finding a nanny, she was responsible for cleaning the house and taking me to school.But they were all pushed by me. If there is one person at home, it will definitely be inconvenient.Finally, let me use the school bus to pick me up, and my mother agreed.

I took off my shoes, went to the refrigerator in the kitchen, got a can of milk and walked to the room. "Yo hee! I can finish the translation of the third volume today. It's time for a showdown with my mother." Looking at the dozens of pages of manuscript paper on the table, in order to convince my mother that it was really written by myself, I specially wrote the words. The writing is a bit sloppy.

After thinking about the pseudonym, it's called "God Lord".Why not call it "The Warrior of Love" or something else, largely out of admiration for a person.

In addition to writing novels, I might also be able to learn from the way of consecration of the gods in my previous life (zun), but before stepping into the bottomless pit of the East, I still have to check to see if there is any relevant news in this world. Otherwise it is dead.

Speaking of Zun, he is a legend, a myth, a man who ascended to the altar, a man who is called the Lord of God by the whole world!He is also the person I admire the most, and the idea of ​​my own God conferring plan also came from him. He is really an incredible man.

zun, named Ota Shunya, and zun means "shun" from "shunye".He is the owner of the famous Japanese doujin society Shanghai Alice Magic Band. He is famous for his oriental project series where one person manages all the doujin game programs, art, music, painting production, etc. It is the most doujin shooting game works in the Guinness record author.

I feel like I can't do it, so I'll plan it later. Now it's mainly novels.

ps: Don’t complain to me about why I wrote so many fights—I don’t know, I was so excited to write it that I forgot the main point. Guess who the boy who looks like a girl is?It shouldn't be difficult.

ps2: Please recommend! ! ! !The last few hours of the new book weekly recommendation list.I'm also writing one, and spelling it out.

Chapter [-] Transfer Students

After the family had eaten, Dad went back to the study to prepare for his election, while Mom went to another study to correct the manuscript.I went back to my room to get the translated novel and prepared it for my mother to read. Of course, it was only the content of the first volume plus the outline of the novel.

Otherwise, it took only half a month to write more than 2 words, and no one would believe it.This is equivalent to writing [-]w words a day.

boom!boom!boom! "Mom, can I come in?" I asked, knocking on the study door. "Okay, the door is unlocked, you can come in directly." Mom replied.

After entering, I found that there were several manuscripts of novels on my mother's desk, which seemed to be really busy.I handed the freshly heated milk to my mother, "Mom, drink a glass of milk and have a rest, don't get tired of your body." My mother touched my head, "Since I came back from the hospital, it's like a different person. , Mom doesn't know you anymore."

My mother's words made me tremble, because I wasn't alone, and of course it changed a lot. "How about a reform?" I asked with a guilty conscience. "How should I put it, I've become more mature and more manly, but no matter how you change, you are my most precious son." "By the way, why are you looking for mother? Isn't it just milk delivery?" Mom asked curiously.

I was thinking about how to tell my mom about this without looking shocking.

"Because I often see the manuscripts of novels that my mother brought home, I feel very curious, so I often read those novels. After reading more, I think writing novels will be very interesting, so I tried to write some by myself, and then I thought about it. Let's see." I made up a decent reason.

"Really? You said that you could understand those novels and find them interesting. You even started writing novels yourself? Shinsuke, don't lie to your mother." The mother looked surprised.

"No! If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you." After speaking, he took out the manuscript from his childhood. "This is the outline of the novel, this is the content of the novel, I only write here."

Mom looked at the dozens of pages of manuscript paper, with a look of confusion on her face in addition to surprise. "When did you start writing?" Sure enough, when you were six years old, writing a novel was still a little too anxious. You should have waited a few years, but now you can only bite the bullet. "It's been half a month since I wrote it, and I started writing it after I went to my mother's company last time."

"So you are writing novels in your room after eating every day, not playing (computer) games? Then you are not sleeping in class because you play too many games?" "I went, the teacher actually called My little report."

It turns out that my mother has been paying attention to herself, "Well, it took a little more time. That's why I get sleepy in class."

"Whether your writing is good or not, my mother won't read it. She won't give any evaluation." My mother said to me seriously.

"Listen, son, mom is talking to you now as a mom and not as an editor." "If mom made an evaluation of your novel, it was a disguised affirmation of you, and that was unacceptable to mom. "Your body is already very weak now, and if you stay up all night to write novels, your body will be worn down." "Remember, the doctor told you to use less brains? Mom doesn't ask you to do more, just hope you can be healthy." grow up.”

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. This is an old Chinese saying, which means that things that are too good are often the first to be destroyed. You are only six years old now. Promise mother, from today onwards, don't write novels Now, take care of your body first, at least if you want to write it, you will have to wait a few years, you are still young now. Can you?" There was some pleading in her mother's tone.

For this sake, what else can I do? Sure enough, it is still a little early to write a novel, so I have to promise my mother. "In two years, two years at the latest, I have to write a novel." It seemed that the plan had to be postponed.

"Okay, then these manuscripts will be stored here first, okay?" Mom asked in a negotiating tone. "Well, let it go, I'll get it back on time in two years," I agreed to my mother's request.

"If that's the case, go back to sleep quickly. There will be class tomorrow. If the teacher is complaining to my mother, my mother will be angry." My mother said while rubbing my head.

"Then I'll go first. Mom, you should also pay attention to your health and rest early." Although she was a little frustrated, she didn't complain at all. This mother really loves her son very much.A mother's love is like water, and a father's love is like a mountain.It's true.

After the mother sent her son away, she still couldn't calm down for a long time. "I have really grown up and become a little adult. Shinsuke, don't blame my mother, it's all for your own good." Although the mother just said that she would not read her son's novels, but now she has opened the manuscript, I watched it very carefully, word for word.

It took Shinsuke's mother an hour to finish reading the content. "God, I really can't believe that such a great novel was written by a six-year-old child." "The description of family love is even more speechless. My son is a genius. The grand prize, it will definitely win. No, because of this, he cannot be let out. That child is too young, and the pressure after becoming famous is not something he can bear. At least not yet." The manuscript was locked in the safe in the study.

When I returned to my room, I lay on the bed and thought a lot. I also thought about writing secretly without telling my mother. I know my own situation best. , This is not to mention, he is not sick at all, and amnesia is also faked.But still choose to suspend the plan.

There are many reasons, one is that debuting at the age of six is ​​too scary and will be questioned by the world, and the other is that without the help of my mother, how can I make my debut?Who would accept something written by a 6-year-old?It was wiped out in the first round. (You must fill in your real information for the works submitted for the Grand Prize)

Just wait two years, just two years, anyway, my memory will always exist.I was tired from thinking too much, so I went to bed first.

An hour or two after I fell asleep, my mother surreptitiously observed through the crack of the door and was very relieved to find that I had stopped writing novels.Mom came in to help me put the quilt over, and gently sniffed my forehead, "Good night, baby."

I replied "Good night, Mom," in my sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, my mother took me to the intersection: "Remember not to sleep in class." "But it's really easy. It's super boring to learn." "Really??" After what happened last night, Mom apparently believed it a little too.

"The school bus is here, Mom, I'll go first." "Well. Be careful on the road." Mom looked absent-minded, as if she was thinking about something.

"Maybe we should find some time to talk to the child's father to see what changes have been made in the son."

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After coming to school, I always felt that someone was following me, but every time I turned around, I found that there was no one.Could it be that fat guy wants revenge?