my monster girlfriends

Me: "Objectively, this is indeed the case... I consulted the readers, and the answer I got was 'it has my own style of writing, but also has the smell of fireworks in reality'. I translated it, and the meaning is probably... the plot in the book They know it can't happen, but the essay is something that actually happened in reality."

"Huh? Is there any difference?"

I thought for a while: "Probably... the difference between seeing the national leader pull down his pants in the book and hearing about it in reality."

Aunt Huang silently put down her chopsticks...

"Use such a disgusting example when eating is prohibited in the future."

"...As ordered."

So pick up the chopsticks again.

"Speaking of which, your book doesn't seem very lively." She didn't know much about the author's "statistics", so she could only use the word "humorous", "Isn't anyone reading it?"

"Fortunately, the subscription is indeed a little less than the previous one, but it's not a big problem, and I don't care much about it."

"Tch, those people really have no eyes..."

She even got angry for me.

"Hehe, the eyes of the masses are discerning." I didn't care too much, "There are fewer people watching, and I don't have to be too entangled in the plot...it's very easy."

However, looking at her expression at that time, I decided to explain again: "Although my typing speed is not fast, it is faster than ordinary people. What really consumes time is actually the process of thinking about the plot."

I tapped my temple: "Your husband and I are like this. I never like to live up to other people's expectations. The more people read it, the more I think, there are so many people looking forward to this book becoming more and more exciting... Then I became more cautious and more refined in my writing, until I got to the key plot, it took only [-] words and I wrote it for [-] hours, it’s not like it didn’t happen..."

After a pause, "As for now...there are fewer people watching, and there is less pressure. Of course, it is much easier for me to write, and I can play games with you and so on."

She laughed: "This is really good."

Seeing that the topic was successfully changed, I laughed again: "Writing novels is also very fun, and occasionally there are surprises... For example, the adaptation a while ago, it was really a surprise."

What I’m talking about means that the editor suddenly contacted me a while ago and asked me to write a document, basically submitting the right to adapt.

In fact, this thing was due a long time ago, but it was quite difficult to write. I thought it was troublesome, so I kept it on... That day, I was suddenly chatted privately, so I just wrote it by hand.

As a result, in addition to the documents of the book "This System Is Poisonous", he also asked for the copy of Liu Beishiba.

I was very curious at the time: "The ending of the book is incomplete, right? And it's the first time a book is officially released, so there are a lot of deficiencies... that one too?"

The editor replied: "This book is specially requested by the person who adapted the interactive novel."

"...I'm sorry, I'll just write this."

And then... of course I was very happy.

Now, when I talk about this matter at the dinner table, the aftertaste of happiness is enough to dilute the unhappiness, and then, of course, I start laughing.

This is my attitude.

In this world, all boys and girls, no matter how sweet they are, will eventually conflict. There are various reasons... If someone is dissatisfied, of course they will quarrel. Not enough.

But I will try to reduce this kind of quarrel as much as possible, to control emotions, to manipulate topics... The so-called feelings, in my opinion, are to be maintained.

I don't know what our future will be like, because I'm still young, maybe when we reach a certain age suddenly, we won't be able to love anymore, the sweetness and harmony will be lost, only the pain will be left, and then it will naturally spread out... Although She said "how could I be like this", but I made the assumption anyway.

I can only try to avoid such an ending as much as possible, and look forward to, hoping that our future will be a "good end" full of love like all the endings in my writing.

...That being said, I am also a human being, and eventually there will be times when I lose control, when I can't control my emotions, when I think she is really unreasonable, and when I yell.

Probably in the class reunion last year, I never drank alcohol at all, but I met some old classmates that day and drank a few glasses... The protagonists in my works often have a bad alcohol capacity, which is actually a reflection of myself .

I was drunk that day, and when I got home, there was probably a former female deskmate (Chu Shuyao’s prototype) in the class reunion, and they had a good chat, and because I was drunk, there was a little physical contact... Anyway, after I got home, the quarrel started up.

Now that I think about it, I really lacked the desire to survive that night, and I took the initiative to send people home or something... The emperor's sister-in-law turned pale after returning home, she really has a very gentle and gentle character.

But no matter how I regret it now, at that time, I was just like Ah Wei who was talking nonsense in front of Brother Jie after taking two ounces of urine, so brave...

Then, such and such "how were you before", "you said you were just a classmate", "do you still want to live in her house?"... Anyway, it was a similar quarrel, yelling, arguing endlessly—that night In the end, I slammed the door out, found an Internet cafe at random, and fell asleep on the sofa chair.

Hangovers are very painful, especially if I have no similar experience... The next day, when I woke up with the pain as if my brain was crushed by a weight, it was about noon.

Turn on the phone, 43 missed calls.

Click again to see, the same person.

... You can imagine my horrified mood at that time.

Anyway... With a certain feeling of "maybe I have to explain here in this life", I returned the call anxiously.

The call was connected within a short time.

——The first thing that came was crying.

This cry was like thunder and lightning, and it emptied my brain in an instant, because if the girl on the other side of the phone cried because of someone else, with my personality, she might go up and ask the reason with a smile, and sincerely ask that girl The person apologized, saying that my family caused you trouble, and finally turned around and asked someone to remove his arm...

Then, a thin, crying voice came from the phone.

She said, "I'm sorry."

… After that, I never touched alcoholic beverages again, not once, not even a single drop. No matter how good the relationship is with people, they will come up with the excuse of "alcohol allergy".

Because that time, the one who should apologize is me, only me, only me.

A person who shouldn't apologize says "sorry" to another person who should apologize, that's called "compromise".

To this day, she has long forgotten about this incident. For example, when she saw me writing this essay just now, she thought about it for a long time before she said, "When did it happen, why don't I remember it?" Come... …

But I haven't forgotten, and probably never will...I'll use this to say to myself—never be an asshole who only makes girls compromise.

Then, write it at the end - when she is not around, the end of this essay.

Am I really smart?Clever enough to deflect any potential quarrel without a trace?In fact, not necessarily; is the queen's wife really stupid?So stupid that I can easily lead the topic every time?Actually not necessarily.

This is bound to be an unanswered question.

But I think, if there is really a culprit for the above situation... that kind of emotion should be called "love".

It is not like the glazed fantasy of a junior high school girl, nor is it like the black reality where adults only ask for a garage deposit... If I really want to define a color tone, I expect it to be blue, the same blue as the sky and the sea.

Objectively, they do exist, but they have a pure, beautiful fantasy color.

This is... just the two of us, romantic love.

Irrelevant to the main text: Essays on Sickness No. [-] My Confession

Before I wrote this article, I thought that the series of "Essays in Sickness" might come to an end... After all, this is just an expedient measure for updates when I am not in good health. Although there is no charge, it is always in the text. Even I feel a little bit guilty about writing these random words in this book.

Now, the recovery is complete. Although the negative buff of "taking medicine for life" is still attached, there is no problem with the spirit and body. I played cards with a group of friends last night and used more than 20 red pits for him. Brings a smile.

A few days ago, I was contacted by the editor, saying that Liu Bei's book was about to be adapted, and it took a long time for one of the processes... Although the remuneration was not much, it was a good thing.

As the saying goes, people are in good spirits on happy occasions. Recently, I have even seriously considered adding a few more chapters...

However... the world is unpredictable.

Anyway, when I went to work out this morning, I definitely didn't expect that I would kick some overhanging rock during my run and fall and sprain my thumb in the process...

Fortunately, I don’t have the habit of using my thumb when typing, otherwise, in the next month or two, there are only two options in front of me-either I can’t use one hand by force, or I can use recording with shame…

But... Even so, I'm still controlled by someone...I mean a girl who loves me deeply, restricting the power to use my hands.

Tsk, judges, as a man, she actually restricted my power to use my hands, is that reasonable?Of course...

...which of course makes sense.

I will say this, it is completely from my heart, and it has nothing to do with a certain look on the sidelines, absolutely nothing.

——Well, the content above is a joke.

Seriously, the sprained thumb has indeed brought me various inconveniences, such as typing on the keyboard, holding a pen, and holding a mouse, more or less, all have an impact.So, in the future, including today, the essays during illness still need to be updated, which is a good thing...

......

Let's talk about the drama "Miss Hui Ye".

This is an extremely interesting work, even people like me who haven't followed it for a long time have chased it to the end, and whether it is the last book or this book, I have played some of the stalks in it, such as "because You wear yellow glasses, so everything looks yellow" or "Miss Shinomiya's amulet" or something...

Although it’s not like the author of "Blade Tooth" who has to mention Miyamoto Musashi every time he serializes, and even made Miyamoto Musashi a character in his own comics...but it is enough to show my love for "Kaguya".

The next thing I want to talk about is about chasing after the emperor's wife...

As mentioned above, I have seen this drama, but it doesn't hurt to watch it again, let alone with her - it doesn't matter what I watch.

This process is very pleasant, because this is a very happy drama, laughing together, tacitly not jumping to the op (that is, the opening song), discussing "sleep after watching another episode", or eating Hugging and kissing when the love is strong after sugar... Anyway, it's just what ordinary couples should do, so it's not worth mentioning.

...I know there's going to be some "come on, I love this" here, but if I dare to detail some of the night's details, I'll be able to figure out how I'm going to die tonight.

So, please be considerate, please.

What is worth mentioning is a certain conversation.

Every work has a core, and the core of "Kaguya" is "the one who confesses first in love is the loser", so "love is war".

So that time, she didn't know what to think, and asked me: "You said, is this really the case?"

"Virtual works, don't take it too seriously."

"But I think it makes sense." She pouted, "Look, we are my confession, right? Then you exploited me in various ways..."

"...Sister, do you have some misunderstandings about the word exploitation?"

"No way, for example, the last quarrel was obviously your fault, but in the end I was scared at home all night and called you more than 40 times, and I was the first to say sorry, as humble as the one you picked up ..."

I was shocked: "What I said a few days ago, 'I forgot about this matter', is really a lie! I even remember the phone number so clearly, hey!"

She blinked, trying to pass the test with cuteness.

I saw this, and silently let her pass by...

Look, what girls say is absolutely unbelievable. They all have the character of remembering the id of the person who killed them when they played PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. They will only silently remember your fault in their hearts and make up for the next argument. bedding……

I thought for a while, "How about I return it to you?"

"what?"

"Confession, didn't you say that the confessor loses everything? You confessed once, and if I go back now, then both will be settled."

She immediately became interested, and stopped watching the drama, sat up from the bed, put on a duck-sitting posture, and pulled me up by the way.

"Come on, come on, I'm listening."

That voice, quite excited...

I sat up helplessly and thought for a few seconds, "Dear Miss Yu..."

"No, you can't say that."

I didn't say anything, I just stretched out my hand silently, making a "please start your show" expression.

"Think about it, we were young back then, right? The suffix 'Miss' doesn't work."

"Then... the language girl?"

"...It doesn't feel right."

"Language classmate?"

"That's not bad." After a pause, "Besides, no prefix is ​​allowed. At that time, our relationship was not 'dear'. You are playing hooligans."

"..."

Can you believe it when your girlfriend says you're a hooligan?Believe it or not I'll be able to do something more rascally later?

Even if you write it out, you won't pass the trial!

Of course, I dare not say this...

I just said, "What prefix do you use? Dear student Yu?"

"...Are you writing to the teacher?"

"Then, my language classmate?"

"Feeling more rascal!"

"..."

After discussing a bunch of vocabulary, I finally settled on the word "dear"...

After more than ten minutes, the first sentence was actually decided...

... And then, on this topic, the two of us discussed for an hour.

It's really interesting to think about it, she actually thought quite seriously about what kind of confession she would like if she was confessed... If one day I suddenly travel back to a few years ago, back to the time when all the ambiguity has not yet become In the era of nostalgia, I think this word can be used.