After modification, enter the love game

I, Huang Kexin!

It's finally out!

If circumstances permitted, she really wanted to be like the protagonist in "The Shawshank Redemption" at the end, with her arms outstretched and looking up to the sky. It would be even better if it rained heavily.

——Then her stomach rumbled again.

Huang Kexin: “…”

I said there was something wrong with that raw fish sushi!

Fortunately, perhaps because the bathroom here is located in a remote area, the women's restroom next door is not full.

She stepped happily toward that direction, like a deer rushing into the jungle.

——Then, the slender shoulders were held down by a broad hand.

Turning his head, Chen Shuzhai had a strange expression.

"...Brother." He said, "I understand that you cosplayers are very dedicated. You should treat yourself like the person you are wearing."

"But... being so dedicated as to go to the ladies' room is a little inappropriate, isn't it?"

Huang Kexin: “…”

At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind.

From now on, I will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely never touch any uncooked food again.

Also, if I say now that I went into the women's restroom because I was a pervert, can I get away with it?

Outside the screen, Jiang Mu's eyes lit up.

Good! Keep going, I love watching this!

(Today's chapter has been updated, there are more to come, remember to read if you haven't seen it, and remember to like if you have seen it [laugh])

It always feels like the last time it was on the shelves was a long, long time ago.

Well, it’s been a long time, about two years…

There are various reasons, but it's mainly my fault.

There are two reasons why I was able to write this book.

The first one, of course, is "innocent love" and "past youth".

Perhaps the first time you experience a certain emotion is always very impressive, and the heartbeat you had in elementary school is always particularly memorable.

For example, I remember there was a short-haired girl playing the electronic piano on the podium. Half an hour ago, she was the finale of the female relay race and directly overtook several places to win first place. The music she played was called "Wedding in the Dream".

For example, I still remember that at the sports meeting, the English class representative burst into tears because the class lost the tug-of-war. However, he then took the lead in laughing and shouting the lyrics of Psy's "Gangnam Style", which was very popular at the time. While he was laughing, you could see his lost teeth.

For example, I remember that I was sitting at the back of the class at that time. My deskmate was a girl with a high ponytail. She was having a Chinese class at the top, and I was quietly teaching her to sing. The song was "Catching Loaches" which I had just learned not long ago.

For example, I still remember that at the junior high school festival party, Miss Yu boldly sang a very popular theme song of "Love Apartment", and I secretly recorded it with the Apple 4s mobile phone I brought in.

I think many people have such memories of their youth, when the sky was far away, the streets were dark, and time always seemed very long.

So I wanted to write a book - a book that doesn't have to be too realistic, but can remind people of the past and youth.

The cinema has never belonged to Jiang Mu alone. There is never just the announcer beside him. There are also people watching there, such as us, the "audience" who may be in our youth or may have lost our youth.

The cinema was silent, but it was always packed.

This is the first reason for writing this book.

As for the second reason, it is probably because he is not quite convinced.

I don't ride on the popularity of others, I don't write from a template, it's not fan fiction, and I don't have a bang-up start. I just follow my own pace, little by little, to depict some youthful, beautiful, and what I think is a fairly exciting story. Is it really impossible to get good results?

It seems that is indeed the case.

I carefully crafted almost every line, ensuring that every one or two hundred words would have a funny point or something that would grab people's attention. I put even more effort into short stories. Boss should know that I am not in good health, but I often think about the plot until two or three in the morning, just because I feel that a certain plot is very interesting.

I read all the posts carefully and replied to almost all the comments just to understand what readers think.

This book is probably the peak of my current writing skills. Perhaps I can write better, but that will be a year or two later.

So is this book good? Maybe it is good in the eyes of some people, but I don’t think it is that good.

When I see my ranking on the list and look at other books, I can definitely feel a certain sense of “powerlessness.”

In the end, I can only comfort myself pitifully, at least in the collection column, you didn’t rely on the treasure chest and got the first place.

Do you regret it? Not really.

Are you unwilling? Of course.

However, I am of course very happy to see so many sincere compliments in the comment section.

I am not a person who likes to be serious. In fact, I particularly like to joke and most of my writings are humorous. But I also have my own persistence... a somewhat ridiculous persistence.

I don't think I have failed yet, because except for the first book I wrote when I was young and frivolous, I have never left it unfinished, and every book, regardless of its performance, must be at least one million words.

I am writing an original book. There is a lot of content that can be written in an original book, as much as everyone’s youth.

The story of this book has just begun.

So, there is still a long way to go.

Sorry for the rambling, let me get straight to the point.

I'm not a person who likes to offer bounties very much, because there was once a bounty that I didn't complete due to health reasons, so I felt quite guilty about it.

Maybe the readers at that time had forgotten it, but I hadn’t.

The same goes for this book. If I want every chapter to be interesting enough, I have to carefully consider the plot, dialogues and jokes, and I definitely won’t be able to write quickly this way.

So I don’t ask for any reward from you, just offer a reward for equal subscription.

On this website, after a new book is put on the shelves, if the average order volume reaches 4,000 before next Wednesday, it can be put on the main bookshelf, which is one of the best recommended positions.

"Average subscription" means the average subscription per chapter, that is, the total subscription of the book divided by all paid chapters, and the result is the average subscription.

I estimate the average subscription for this book to be between 2500 and 3000, so by next Wednesday, based on the average subscription of 2700, I will add one more chapter (2000 words) for every additional words.

Although I think it is unlikely, but just in case, the upper limit of the additional chapters is fifteen... Spare me, I am really afraid that writing too fast will affect the quality of the text.

This is the only thing I am proud of.

Of course, even if I didn’t owe any more chapters, I would still try my best to write 6,000 words a day… After all, for someone like me, I can’t play any games when I’m writing a book, and I always feel like something is missing in my life if I don’t write a book.

The boss has designated me as the innate holy body of coders.

That’s all. Thank you everyone.

See you Friday night at 8 o'clock.

NO.53 Confession (Part )

(I’ll post it immediately if I click on the scheduled release button… I’m an idiot. Never mind, I’ll just consider it an extra update)

Huang Kexin now has two choices - first, tell Chen Shuzhai that she is a pervert and that is why she wants to enter the women's bathroom.

Second, tell him that you were a pervert and that’s why you went into the men’s bathroom.

If Huang Kexin were given another chance, she would never eat that small, expensive, tasteless, and uncooked raw fish sushi for lunch.

It was her first time to Japan, and also her first time to Akihabara. Before coming here, she was full of longing for foreign countries, thinking that there would be cherry blossom trees everywhere, and every school season, countless boys and girls would hold hands and kiss each other in the pink rain; the handsome guys here are diverse and have different personalities, some have fierce faces and kind hearts, some have spiky heads and are penniless, and some are assassy, ​​red bean paste, assassy...

The most important thing is that she heard that the girls here are all short, flat-chested and have thick legs, and with her queen-like face, she can definitely hold the whole place with just a high kick.

After I got there, I found that this world is very fair. We were all born on the same island, girls are short and boys are short too, and we all have the same rights and benefits.

She could indeed hold the whole place, but the problem was that there weren't many handsome guys attracted, but there were lots of young girls, including Ohsaka Taiga from "Toradora!", Misaka Mikoto from "A Certain Magical Index" and Shana from "Shakugan no Shana".

These girls, each smaller than the other, surrounded Huang Kexin, their longing eyes either looking for her to be their sister or their mother...

The most infuriating thing is that these girls actually have boyfriends holding hands with them!

Huang Kexin felt inexplicably sad and angry. She felt just like when she was in college and a boy hugged a girl and spun around happily, then kicked her into the flower bed as she passed by.

Can't you cosplay in private if you have a boyfriend? Why do you have to hurt older women here?

When I was in my hometown, my parents urged me to get married, and I watched a group of school girls younger than me secretly get married to various handsome guys; when I went abroad, my parents urged me to get married remotely, and I still watched a group of anime girls younger than me secretly get married to various handsome anime guys. So, didn’t I go abroad for nothing?

So Huang Kexin could only turn her grief and anger into appetite, and chewed the sushi vigorously from this sushi shop that was said to be a century-old brand. Because her facial expression was too vivid, she was so moved that the old chef gave her an extra set meal made of freshly cut sashimi. She vowed to show the characteristics of the Land of Cherry Blossoms to her daughter from the neighboring big country.

Huang Kexin was deeply moved. She had never expected that even in a foreign country, people could be so close to each other. Even the grief and anger she had felt in the morning seemed to be diluted.

As it happened, it wasn’t just her who was moved, but also her stomach.

The latter also wanted to show the sushi chef his special skill - food poisoning.

So now she was caught by Chen Shuzhai.

Huang Kexin has experienced many "panic" moments in her life, such as visiting relatives during the Spring Festival and discovering that the neighbor's child was alone and had never been married or in a relationship, while even the 14 or 15-year-old junior high school students next door were flirting with each other and in pairs;

For example, a best friend who I share a common single friendship with suddenly posted on WeChat Moments a few months ago saying, "It turns out that memories are like a train. I missed many stations, but fortunately I didn't miss you." Below was a photo of two hands, one big and one small, clasping each other.

Huang Kexin thought to herself, why do I remember you saying before, "Men are all pigs. They always like 18-year-olds. People like us who are in our twenties are already old girls." You have changed so quickly. Are you dizzy because of the train of memories?

And with tears in my eyes, I liked that circle of friends...

But all these panic and anxiety can be postponed. As the saying goes, today's things can be postponed as much as possible, and tomorrow's things can be dealt with tomorrow. As long as I take a leave to travel abroad, I won't see those little bitches in the office who delete computer programs at home, have a quiet home with few people, and whose cats can do fancy backflips.

But it is obvious that "diarrhea" is not something that can be postponed until tomorrow.

If she didn't give her parents a grandchild, she would be considered an unfilial child at best. But if she couldn't help herself and brought shame to the Huang family, then she would really die of filial piety.

Huang Kexin's face turned red and white as if she was attending a wedding and a funeral at the same time. She managed to say, "I said I suddenly became a girl, so I have to go to the women's restroom. Do you believe me?"

Chen Shuzhai's expression looked like he might call security personnel over at any time.

He thought to himself, do you think this is America? If you were in America, you could say your gender is an armed helicopter.

Huang Kexin's eyes suddenly widened: "Wow, it's Optimus Prime!"

Turn around and run.

Then her shoulders were grabbed again.

Chen Shuzhai looked at Asuna expressionlessly, holding her shoulder tightly with one hand and dialing the phone with the other.

"Moshimoshi? Are you a security guard? I'm in xx now, and I found out..."

"Don't wow—"

Huang Kexin clung to his hand tightly, like a vine tightly wrapped around a tree trunk: "I am a girl, I really am a girl! Why don't you believe me? Just think of me as a pervert who likes to go into the men's bathroom, okay? We are all from the same hometown, you can't be so heartless!"

Chen Shuzhai was stunned for three full seconds.

It is difficult to explain the changes in his facial expressions, but in any case, in the Beijing Film Academy teaching material, there is absolutely no problem that the veteran actor shocked Zhang Xmou.

“…Yes, I believe it.”

He looked up silently, put his phone in his trouser pocket, and looked at the ceiling.

"Go ahead girl."

After getting the approval, Huang Kexin happily let go of his arm and jumped up and down like a white cat running towards the cat litter.

"I believe it."

Chen Shuzhai looked at the ceiling and whispered to himself.

Because that kind of touch can absolutely, absolutely not be created by padding.

The vines pulled away, but the trunk remained standing.

——So, he couldn’t take his hands out of his trouser pockets for the time being.

Chen Shuzhai remained in this position until Huang Kexin pushed the door open and walked out.

This Asuna blinked, as if she didn't understand why this man had to put one hand in his pocket and look up at the sky.

She came closer and waved her slender hand in front of him: "Hello?"