[Quick Transmigration] Female supporting NPC

Yes, this is the feeling——

If you like the sunset, then I will freeze the dusk in the sky forever, okay?

—Second letter.

The author has something to say: they have difficulties in verbal and non-verbal communication, the use of language is a bit pedantic, and the tone, intonation and rhythm are rigid; The method is very strange, with a sense of seriousness, but also a sense of ritual—or, in other words, very secondary? (Chapter 04)]

[The bed on the right is light orange (Chapter 04) / I like the sunset, tiramisu, and blue (Chapter 19)] (the female supporting role likes blue, and the heroine likes the same color as the sunset (the author thinks )—the sky is the setting sun—the author creates such a sky because the readers like it)

[There is no reality there.The author repeats this over and over again. (Chapter 05)] (Because it is not happening in reality, so you don’t need to feel scared because of the bloody and violent plot—the author never said it to the readers)

[My hands are stained with a transparent liquid that looks like mercury. (Chapter 05)] (If you don’t like blood, then change it—because the last world was vampires, and the author thought that readers didn’t like that world because of blood. Although it’s not actually)

... Please don't say that shopping is a trivial matter, you will understand after reading it.

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[I want to understand your mood. 】

However, you forgive me.Probably for some reason that I can't discover.Later I realized that it was because you still wanted to treat me as a friend.I didn't apologize, you didn't say anything, and we were back on track with our daily routines.Chances are you've long since forgotten about that, but I still regret it.

Later, during the time when I was alone, I gradually found my own shopping mode, but I never told you.

"...If you were to shape a world, what would you choose?"

"Well……"

I still remember your answer back then.

You frowned, as if you were thinking about something difficult to think about.At that time I forgot about it, no, it should be said, I deliberately ignored it.I ran into a bottleneck trying to structure the story, and then I realized that writing the setting was useless, so I turned to the readers for help.

Why are you the only one who travels through, because you are the only reader.

"blue sky……"

I almost crushed the pen in my hand.Well, luckily I don't have a pen in hand. "There are also unicorns and hexagrams..."

I spoke stiffly, even though I knew my expression must be 'I shouldn't have asked you'. "……Oh, I see."

I sighed, knowing that I had picked the wrong topic again.That was in the third year of junior high school.I sent you the manuscript of the online world, and I have been hesitant to apologize, but in the end I still didn't.Because, I am going to use a whole story to write my feelings.

...But that story, I also failed to write my original intention.

third grade.Not the third grade of junior high school, but the third grade of junior high school.I know that if I want to enter the same school and the same class as you, this is my only chance.There will only be one class at school, and there will be no chance after that.Both studying and writing, I was too busy to breathe, and the last story was formed during the summer vacation.

That year the school was merged, and when the school started, I was surprised to find that the junior high school and the high school were merged together.That's when you met Xia Zeyin.

Well, his name is not Xia Zeyin, but I don't want to write his name.I even thought it was a waste of time to use a pseudonym, so I just randomly picked the name of a literary novel in the book.It was the book on the table that I saw on one of the few occasions when I mustered up the courage to leave the classroom and come to you.You were not there at that time, I took a look at the profile from a distance, and remembered it.

I know Gufeng because you mention it by chance.

There is a reason why I dare not write about ancient times.It's the same reason I don't write president essays.For some reason, in my impression, the president is a kind of gentle and talkative creature. The image that should have is a smiling uncle, not the domineering style they wrote.

It was similar in ancient times. At that time, if you couldn’t write like a dream of Red Mansions, or at least had time to find those distant and unknown sources, then don’t write it at all.

At this moment, I had an idea and wanted to make up.Yes, fiction.If you build a world like an ancient style, then it will be fine.Monsters were quickly listed as necessary materials. I wrote this story as a series and made a huge setting, but in the end I only wrote the last one.

The time point is set in the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, because that is the time period that I can think of with the fewest remaining documents.As for the other things I want to write, let's say they are products of the demon world.Because I set up such a big background, I didn't care about the details at all.

-Bahejia—[The prototype Babaojia, if you change a word, it will be made into a space folding tool]

-Qing Crisp—[Love Lost: If love is a game, then I lose willingly]

-Yixintie—[I want to know your mood]

These settings were written when you played chess with Xia Zeyin.You guys are playing Scrabble, and my grades in subjects other than Chinese are not on the table, so I can only watch from the sidelines.He is a senior in high school, and he looks like the male protagonist in a novel.

Since he looks like the leading man, I decided to write a sad article.

Because the male protagonist is the master of the demon world, I decided that the demon world would lose that battle.

……Feel sorry.

...It's really insane.

... Anyway, this story is not important, what really matters is the world.

I want you to see my world, this idea has not changed until this moment.

If we all come back to reality...

Can you tell me, do you like it, the world I gave you?

There are a few small tables next to the basketball court. Although the sun will not shine there, the air is still very stuffy.You guys are playing the game, and I'm sitting next to you and trying to write the settings.The paper of the notebook is a style I am familiar with, but the refill of the pen is too thin, either blocking the ink or breaking it directly because I wrote too hard.

As for the setting of the heroine, it is also because of the sun.I once read a book that said that people's moods have colors.I looked at the fierce sunlight, and suddenly thought of the setting I wanted most.Yu Nu, Yu Nu, Yu Nu... If you are unhappy, it will rain.

Back then I hadn't been diagnosed with AS and I didn't even know what that was.But I found that it is very difficult to understand the mood of others.You are the exception.Because I am always watching you, trying to analyze every detail, trying to generalize your reactions, so I can write a novel with you as the protagonist.

But even so, what I observe is only "Yan Yicheng" instead of human beings, so other people are still very strange to me.

Even if you put your heart into it, it's still hard for me to tell what's really going on in your heart.I've been writing very slowly because it's hard to write.If you are not happy, I can observe it with the naked eye, then it is much simpler and purer.

Do you know what kind of AS exists?Others can know it's raining just by standing there, but we don't know we should take an umbrella until we see the ripples on the puddles on the roadside.While reading books on Asperger's, this passage came to my mind unexpectedly.

However, at a very late stage of writing, I realized that such a setting is nothing but tormenting the heroine in vain.

So that article showed you the settings, including the settings of Yuwei and Shuiyue, but I didn't show you the main text. ...Of course, another reason is that the first year of high school has arrived.There is only one reason for the setting of the water moon - I want to explain to you that I didn't mean those things.

The headache is because I will unconsciously analyze the pedestrians passing by the road, and engrave all the pictures I have seen in my mind without restraint. The end result is that when I go shopping, I have a headache due to information overload and lack of brain power.I have had headaches since the year my father passed away.It's still not good until now, and I'm afraid it won't be good for the rest of my life.

The reason why I don't like going out is very simple, because the only reason I want to go out is you.But I know you can't do it, because you will take everyone's mood into consideration.You can't leave other people and go out with me alone - just put yourself in someone else's shoes and think a little bit, and you'll understand.

It is very embarrassing, but it is the most correct truth.

You asked me to go camping that summer vacation, but I didn't go.It would have been possible—my mother happily agreed, saying that I should just go out and play with friends more.So at first I said without guilt that I would go.But one day my mother went to the insurance company, and I don't know what happened, and she said, I'm not allowed to go camping.

Her words were "Your father and I met when we camped"

From when my father died, I found that my mother hated my father more and more.She blamed everything on a dead man, telling me how incomprehensible he was, how dull he was.The mother is very beautiful, and she was the object of everyone's pursuit when she was young.

She said that if it wasn't for my father, she would definitely be able to marry a rich businessman or a celebrity, instead of having to work hard to raise me like now.Her life is what it is because of me and my father.

She said countless times, "You are exactly the same as your father", "Sure enough, you are from their family"... It seems that my only fault is the genes related to my father.

…Unbeknownst to me at the time, my father was also an AS patient.

I didn't care about these things for a long time, but she refused to let me go to camp, and said that if I went, I would smash all the things in the house, including my notebook, and burn them. The notes of "Monster Tale" were thrown away just like that.She said that if you go camping, you may encounter liars, and there will be dangers in the wild, and a fool like me will only cause trouble for others when I go out.

... And when she was talking, she kept staring at the circle of friends on her mobile phone.

She also said that her family was very poor and could not afford the several hundred dollars.I said no and she tore all the books in my room and threw the bed in the hallway.On top of that, she tore up my manuscript.

That afternoon, you waited for a long time with other friends and that senior.But I stood in front of the door and watched for a long time, but I just didn't go in.Because of some kind of guilt that I can't explain, I dare not tell you on the third morning.The inability to express everything well is always the most difficult knot to untie.

But this is not right, but I was immersed in the "female supporting role and heroine" mindset at the time, self-willedness and self-centeredness are a matter of course-of course, I did not find that I committed the biggest and real crime mistake.

Would you like to work with me to find a solution if you could get back to reality?

Skip the timeline a bit and recount what's happening now.I've already constructed all seven worlds, and now I'm just waiting for God to thread the needle.The guy I call God is actually the guy on the opposite side of the board.

He said to me, if I can completely 'get rid' of the female supporting role and make him feel that we have hope in the future, then I will win; if you finally collapse because of the truth, then he will win ——I don't know what consequences the next three worlds will bring.

Because it's too bad.

But Shuiyue died for a reason, not just for artistry, but also for explanation.If you want to explain why I made a mistake, you can only use that reason.It was because of a disease inherited from my father that I kept breaking promises over and over again.

Would you believe me if I said I didn't mean to be sobering, to say unkind words, to embarrass you and your other friends?

——Words can be deleted, but language cannot.I hate talking because I can't understand.

I'm trying very hard to explain, but this indirect way is of no use.My only goal is to make you forgive me for my betrayal.But later, this explanation also lost its effect, because I made a more serious mistake.

So far, it has no medical solution.There is no treatment.Even taking medicine doesn't help much.Going for a test can only make people sure that they are AS and not some freak.

All I can do is apologize.Saying I like you at a time like this will only make me feel like a narcissist.So I hesitated, whether I should lift this foreshadowing.I can't explain my mood clearly without opening it, and I can't judge what consequences this will bring.

I want to say it, but I dare not.

When you go to school in the morning, when you line up with you for lunch, when you finally get rid of the annoying others and review in the library together, when you peek at your bangs and put them behind your ears, you call me to see When the fingertips of the microphone began to tremble, I remember every moment and every scene very clearly.

When I was a child, I used to say "The reason why adults always miss the past is because they have lost the future"-this kind of irony, but now I can't say it.

You can see, it's under the table, there's only one piece of pink letterhead left.It is the paper used by ancient female poets to write poems, and it is also the only meaning of existence in this world.It's hard to find out, so it's up to me to tell you.

Thinking hard, searching for poems and singing under the lamp, sleepless nights, afraid of the cold and quilt.

The trees and leaves in the courtyard are full of sorrow, and the moon is sinking through the screen window.

The evacuation is not idle and the wish is finally fulfilled, the ups and downs are empty to see the original heart.

Living in the secluded place of the Moding phoenix tree, the evening sparrow chirps around the forest.

From Yu Xuanji's "Send Wen Feiqing on a Winter Night"

The cold quilt, the sinking moon, the twilight sparrow, and the city of Weixian.As long as there are more than three words, the possibility of coincidence can be eliminated.

Is this plagiarism...?

But that's what I want to say but can't say - how I feel about this crush.Although after saying so many embarrassing things for you, I am no longer qualified to say such words-but if it is the 'store manager', myself without a name and identity, the idiot who created the world, am I Can you tell?

—The third letter.

The author has something to say: [Rainwater hits the gray city wall and slides down the three big characters of Weixian City (Chapter 20) / The moon sinks, the moon sinks when the moon falls and the stars sink (Chapter 21) / Swordsman Muque , is one of the evidences that Ziqi and I mentioned when we went to find Xia Zeyin (Chapter 33)/"... Hanyu." (Chapter 20)] (So, what do you think the role of search engines is? Name? Half right.)

[Qingsu is actually the simplest shortbread, but the name coincides with Love Letter and Love Lost. (Chapter 25)] (If love is a game, then I will lose willingly—belonging to AS’s unique view of love, the easiest thing for human beings to understand is a competitive relationship, and falling in love first means I lose to you.)

【"You are not happy." "No... why do you think so?" "You are not smiling. Eyes and mouth." (Chapter 27)] (Because it is impossible to understand the mood of the other party through observation, Yu Nu's setting is , as long as you are not happy, it will rain - convenient for the author to observe)

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[I want to get into a good school. 】

It's about to start, the fourth world.I hurried back to any place just to write this letter.Although there was a little delay due to losing consciousness in the elevator.

I think you should be wondering what any existence is for.This world is also my creation, the so-called seventh world.This letter can only be found if you have fulfilled all six wishes.The last two wishes should be painful, just to think about it, but they are necessary, otherwise they will make you feel worse.

Let me reveal a little bit.Because the last world is my reward from God.It's a game—and you and I, the only players.You don't know anything, but that's because of who I've chosen to be.If you want to make things more complicated, I can easily write a lot of words to fool you, such as 'the initial setting determines the final ending' 'everything will soon come to an end'... But I don't want to do that .

At the beginning of the game, you can choose your identity.But there are only two options in front of me: the author and the female supporting role.

If I choose the author, you will be wiped out of all memories related to me in reality, including the process of 'that incident', and you will be put into the world.Your identity is a reader, a reader who you will not know unless I tell you what happened.But you, from beginning to end, will be a supporting role in this story just like me.

If I choose the female supporting role, the consequences are the same as above.But you will become the heroine through soul transmigration—and your task is no longer to realize the wish of the female supporting role, but to attack the female supporting role.To put it simply, in every world, you have to be with the female partner to complete the mission.

Our conversation then went like this:

"You have to choose your identity. Is it the female supporting role, or the author?"

"... What's the difference between the two?"

"As a female supporting role, you will remember all the plots and know that you are the author, but you can't modify the plot and world view, you can only wait for the heroine to attack you."

I tried to imagine that scene.

You will come to me, have to attack me because of the task, and fall in love with me blushing, while I can enjoy everything to my heart's content, and as a character in my own pen, I will wear Chengtong, Siran, Keli, and Shuiyue myself.And in the end you'll remember—

She is her only female partner, she is her only heroine.She is her only author, she is her only reader.That's about it, at the end of the day, if you're going to break down because of this, then I've lost.At that time, this game will also become, I want to explain all my feelings to you before I die.

And Xia Qing's death will also become a foreshadowing - let you accept my death.

"... what is the other one?"

For some reason, I feel like there is a trap in this.

Even I can't tell what the trap is.Such a story is very touching and will be loved by people.But for some reason I don't know myself, it just doesn't feel right to me.

God looks disappointed.

it says:

"Author. You can write all the plots arbitrarily, set up the main line for the readers yourself, and even modify the world. But you can't reveal the truth, you can't enter the world. And she will be the reader, and you will stay together all the time, watching this world with you world."

is it?

"But you are destined to be supporting roles in this story, from beginning to end. You can't be the protagonists, you can only watch them from the sidelines."

Compared to the first world, this choice sounds a lot less.At least that's how it should look to you.

But you have also seen my choice.The setting determines the ending, and I didn't choose the soul wear.It's not entirely because of the respect for those characters, if it's just because of the reason of "that person is an independent personality, and it's not me anyway", even I think it's too ridiculous.

The most important reason is -

During the summer vacation at the end of the third year of junior high school, I rushed to the hospital whenever I was free.During the summer vacation, we have very little contact, but I guess you will come to me when the notice is received.I didn't do anything weird, the only reason was that my mother was sick.

In fact, my entire third year of junior high school was plagued by my mother's illness.You ask occasionally, but of course I won't say it.That's because I had a vague premonition that I might lose my parents.At my age, it was already difficult to get into an orphanage, so I guessed I would be adopted by relatives.

It is impossible for the plot in the TV series to happen to me.Even if I am the author myself, I still think so.I don't want to think about these things, so I plunge into the world of the story.Just when I was going intermittently to the end, it seemed that a conversation like this happened.

【You: Hey, I like this short story】

It was a short story I was writing to practice my pen.It's the first time I get such an evaluation from you, so I feel very happy.Whether it was "Misunderstanding" or "Network World" before, you didn't say much.

I am very happy.It is difficult for me to describe how I really feel, because when I get excited, I forget everything.

【Me: Really】

[You: Having said that, I recently read a good article]

【What am I? 】

[You: It's an article written by a classmate in the class, and it seems to be signed on the website]

website.sign a contract.

This seems to be the first time I've heard this term from you.But I used to think that those websites only earned meager advertising fees, and I never paid attention to them.Most of all, my reader, you are all you need.

【Me: Really】

[You: Well, it’s pretty good, the address is in the forum, why don’t you go and have a look]

Now I know, you are just looking for topics when chatting with friends.And the topics related to me are basically novels.I don't like shopping, I don't like buying clothes, I don't like cosmetics, I just like reading.Chatting with me is a tiring thing.

But back then, I didn't know.

In any case, that was the first time I came into contact with the words 'rebirth' and 'traversal', and the first time I knew what a female supporting role was.I thought wholeheartedly about the matter of "so that's what female supporting roles are like"——

The female supporting role exists to frame the heroine.The black and white words on the screen suddenly looked very strange.The layout of that website is very nice. It can be seen that the artist has put a lot of thought into it, and the website has very few pop-up windows, which is different from all the websites I have seen in the past.

...that's the mainstream that people will love, the truth that I never want to see.

I pressed the off button and the phone vibrated.The light in the upper left blinks for a moment, then turns off.I have searched several articles, but the result is the same.The female supporting role may die or be injured. In short, as the existence of framing the heroine, there is absolutely no good end.

In summer, the strong sunlight poured into the window, and you could hear the chirping of insects and the shouting of boys on the basketball court downstairs.

During that summer vacation, my mother died.The appearance of a person when they die is ugly, completely lost the breath of life, like a lingering corpse, but I still remember the last words my mother said to me.Those were her last words after I accidentally knocked over the water glass.

"You and your father are the same. You never speak like a dead person. You Yan are here to torture me!"

I looked at the thick quilts in the hospital.Because it is too thick, even if water drops are sprinkled on it, it certainly does not seep to the bottom.When my mother was young, she was very attracted to the opposite sex and had many boyfriends, but in the end she still chose my father.She is beautiful, and I am not even a tenth of her appearance.

She hated it all the time, even asked me to change my last name after my father died.

but I do not have.

I want to keep a little bit of what my father left me.

I was about to call the nurse to change the quilt, and I thought of the scene where my mother might cry cold while changing the quilt and blame me for the crime.But I still have to shout.At this time, I found that my mother had stopped breathing.

She died, also in the summer.

I don't want to know when my birthday is, it doesn't make sense anymore.

I take a step back.There was no one in the room, and I knew that no one would notice that I had been there.So I fled back home and waited for a call from the hospital.I was very confused, I just thought, as long as I was admitted to the same high school as you, and I could get into the same class as you, I could apply to live in the school, and the school can't use computers, but it doesn't matter.

My mind is so messed up that I can't make out anything.I closed the notebook and never wrote a word again.The later ending was constructed by me in any place.I don't want to write - it's as if the explanation doesn't work at all and my world starts to fall apart.

But it was as if someone had knocked down the first Amino domino.

The school name on the admission letter I received is not the same as yours.I refuse to go camping with you, and because of this, I lose my last chance to be redeemed. ...In fact, everything is reasonable. I have been writing novels throughout junior high school, and my teachers have said that my mind wanders too much since I was a child.All I can do is obey the school rules, but your grades are much better than mine.Your grades are so good.The worst is me, always has been.

... I never cared about the education system, never cared about my grades.

But Yi Cheng, I will never have the chance to sit in the same classroom with you in my life, and I will never be your deskmate in my life.

Yi Cheng, I'm so sad.

In the end, only the pen in my hand is left, only the stories I write can satisfy me, and only the world I write can be seen by you.I grabbed the pen with all my might, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

Only in fantasy can I do all this.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry.

Si Ran is a genius, my fantasy.

Sorry.

She and Qianchun are also in the same class.

I'm very sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry...

Once upon a time, there was an author who killed everyone who could get in because he failed to get into the school where the readers were.

—FOURTH LETTER.

The author has something to say: 【I want to get into a good school. (Chapter 50)] (The author's true desire. Because the reader was admitted to a different school, the three-year expectation collapsed directly, and this was caused by herself. In reality, she never even stayed with her In the same classroom, she was her only reader, her only friend, and the only person she ever liked)

【She is studying almost desperately, as if she is afraid that she will fail this task by a point or two. (Chapter 56)] [The store manager lacks the spiritual needs of a normal person, her three views are too special, the world is a game, and the only thing that interests her is the so-called truth. (Chapter 82)](...I never cared about the education system, and I never cared about my grades. The author doesn’t care about reality, and her spiritual needs are fundamentally different from ordinary people. So she rewrote, the whole world The rules. She can’t understand human desires, the only thing she wants is to have enough points to be with the readers. This can also explain why, among all the stories, only this one meets the reading needs of human beings, and YY herself has become a schoolmaster)

[The person who will regret it will always be me. (Chapter 56)] (Forget it, there is no need to explain this anymore. After the female supporting role died and died, I found that I like the heroine. How can the word regret be explained clearly? orz Another angle It’s just scumbag)

【"It's a choice between the two. If you choose the wrong one, you can't go back." (Chapter 64)] (About God)

[That is a gentle researcher, almost everything Si Ran knows is taught by him. (Chapter 64)] (The author's father is a very similar person to the author. Combined with the statement that AS is hereditary in the fifth world, the author's father left her with mental developmental disorders. In the first letter Mention that the author's father is very similar to her, and the mother's words are more proof of this)

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【Is it true that as long as the time of the whole world is stopped, you will always stay by my side】

(There is blood on the paper, the handwriting is broken and distorted, and the fonts are all overlapped. It is completely unlike the first four letters, and even the punctuation marks are out of shape.)

sorry Sorry sorry.i'm jealous

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

Yicheng, save me.

……sorry.

I shouldn't have gone.

—But I can't help myself.

I want to go...to the world where I was in the same school as you.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Sorry to show you such a bad world

After entering high school, my world

no color

(The last four characters are in the lower right corner of the world. The letter paper has no lines, but the handwritten words have always looked good until this moment. There are little blood stains near the color, and half of the letter paper below it is directly torn off.)

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This is a gathering of friends from junior high school. Outside the karaoke shop, a group of girls are waiting for someone.Standing in the center of the crowd was Yi Cheng, and beside her was a girl with a sharp voice who picked up a lighter and lit a cigarette.Originally, she and Yi Cheng would not be in the same high school, but because of their sports performance, they got in.

"Hey, why hasn't she come yet?"

"Yi Cheng, who are you talking about? It's just singing K, don't call me an outsider."

"She doesn't come anymore, she doesn't treat you as a friend at all, okay?"

"Yes, let's go."

"...wait a little longer."

……

"What's so innocent? If you are bullied, you will be bullied. Who hasn't fallen and got up these days? People who bully her think highly of her"

"Her mother is dead? If she died so early, I guess she has the same virtue as her."

"Before her house was flooded, shouldn't it be said that she is a lucky E girl?"

"Lucky E girl, hahaha"

"Oh, I remember her, she is always writing novels, I want to see if she still doesn't give it, isn't it just a few words, what the hell is rare?"

"……do not talk."

……

"Can't get through the phone?"

"Then I'll call, I seem to have her phone number, after all, I used to belong to the same school" (I used to go to the same school as Yicheng, and later got into a high school with Yicheng because of my sports skills) (Ru Xin)

In the address book on the phone screen, at the bottom, there is a number.

It was a number that Yi Cheng knew, but the name was not hers.Next to the number, there are two bright black Song typefaces, dazzlingly bright in the dazzling mobile phone interface.

"Facial|shoot"

--"any"

The author has something to say: [It’s noisy, it’s noisy, it’s noisy, it’s noisy, it’s noisy, it’s noisy... (Chapter 69)] (Some children are particularly sensitive to certain sounds, smells, touches and materials——"Aspen The Complete Guide to Berger Syndrome")

[Keli's parents died when she graduated from junior high school, and then she went to live with relatives.One night, Keli was locked up at home, and no one gave her the key because she didn't trust her. Then that night, the house caught fire. (Chapter 70)] (Lucky E Girl)

[The name is a curse. (Chapter 70)] (This is a foreshadowing, but the name of the store manager will not be written until the next letter, because the letter style is like this, the beginning is the recipient, and the end is the letter writer.)

【I saw Ruxin holding a lighter in her hand, and then she ran towards another human being in the aisle. 】(Standing in the center of the crowd is Yicheng, and beside her there is a girl with a sharp voice, who picks up a lighter and lights a cigarette. She and Yicheng are not in the same school, but because of their sports performance, they go in (Ru Xin refers to the girl standing next to Yi Cheng. The store manager wrote her into the novel and used a pseudonym in the book)

About sports specialties: [One of the characteristics of AS is that it is difficult to coordinate hands and feet, and the balance and athletic ability are almost negative. ] (They also appear clumsy in gait and coordination - The Complete Guide to Asperger's Syndrome) (I'm jealous)

And the last two words... everyone understands.If you don't understand, don't Baidu.

An NPC girl with the surname Yan will not be given such a nickname.But the store manager surnamed Yan will.Their surnames are very similar, with the same pronunciation, often confused, but with different characters.

...but really, it's not like that.

☆, 97

Yi Cheng stands behind the door and looks at the person in the ward.

The pen fell off the table and rolled to the threshold.The tip of the pen touched it and stopped.Crouching in the hospital bed, the author fell on the small table on the bed and began to cough violently.Her shoulders kept shaking, and on that page, Sha Qing destroyed the entire continent with her hand.

--"any"

【I've thought about a thousand outlines, but I still can't write the ending with you. 】

I should have written about that day.

After entering the third year of high school, I never wrote a single word.I blocked you - anyway, there are only so many people I can block.I didn't ask which school you went to, I just felt that these things don't matter anymore.Then