I really don't want to be reborn.

(It looks like white hair in the animation, but it's actually black hair from malnutrition.)

He looks like a weirdo on the outside, but he's actually an even more terrifying pervert on the inside. Of course, on the surface he's a fool.

He's a fool, but he's a good person.

"Oh, Kousaka-kun, what a coincidence!"

Department Head Miura also had an expression of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and greeted Kyosuke loudly as he sat down opposite him: "I just finished my part-time job and came here to relax. Don't laugh at me, but I'm a regular here."

Kyosuke laughed as well: "What do you think of the girls here?"

"Absolutely perfect, even more beautiful than braised pork."

The two men exchanged a knowing, lewd glance. Suddenly, Kyosuke Kosaka noticed that the other man was carrying a game box, and there was a note on the box's hinge.

The title on that box looks familiar.

"Meruru? This..."

That looks like an advertisement for an anime specialty store.

The item features a large illustration and reads: "It's finally available! All customers who bring the previous edition's packaging to our store will receive a signed postcard from popular voice actor Hoshino as a gift!"

This seems to be Meruru-chan, who was once possessed by a sister-themed game. Kyosuke accidentally picked her up and discovered his sister's little secret.

"I see. That solves one of my questions. So that guy took this out for Hoshino's autograph..."

My sister doesn't go out to sell DVDs on weekends!

As for why Gennosuke Miura would possess such an item, Kosaka wasn't surprised at all. (Those who like young girls aren't necessarily bad people.)

They already knew each other; to be honest, the Literature Club and the Game Research Club, two relatively obscure clubs, had even collaborated before!

He knew exactly who this slovenly otaku across from him was.

It's not as simple as it seems on the surface!

Don't judge a person based on what you see, because what you see may be what they want you to see.

"This one?"

"No, what's your other game?"

Miura laughed heartily: "It's 'Brother's Panties'!"

"..."

"I've been buying it since vol.1, and this is my favorite series that I've been looking forward to for a long time. If you're a fan, you'd all feel the same way. You could call it love."

In a maid café, a shut-in shouted loudly: "To snag this, I'm prepared to get fired from my part-time job, cancel my fixed deposit, order Fana's bicycle and jacket, queue up at the late-night sales on the release day, and resolutely turn off my phone after buying them. I can't waste a single second. Even if the world is about to end, I'm going to risk my life to enjoy this last hour."

"..."

Yes, both external and internal.

This is an absolute psychopath!

Miura laughed heartily.

If his face was previously so ugly it resembled a wrongful conviction, then his current smile is the exhilarating joy of justice being served and the truth being revealed.

And then, this guy's laughter is actually quite refreshing.

If it were a different occasion and he were dressed differently, he would definitely be mistaken for a student council president—just like how refreshing it is to wear brand new panties for the New Year!

Such laughter drew many eye-rolls.

But he himself didn't know, or rather, didn't care: "Kousaka, you like this too? Oh, you've played this game before? I told you the next series won't be until winter..."

Kyosuke's smile was a little forced: "No, actually..."

"Speaking of which, I'm really envious of you. You seem to have a younger sister, right..."

Kyosuke Kosaka glanced at his younger sister instinctively.

Kirino and Kuroneko were found sitting among the group of chatting and laughing otaku girls, their faces expressionless, like two lilies mixed in with peach blossoms, or two bodhisattvas mixed in with magpie monsters, looking completely out of place.

What's their situation?

Kyosuke narrowed his eyes, and then heard Gennosuke say, "So, Kousaka, I'm starting to think you're a good person. Someone who likes this kind of game can't be a bad person."

A clumsy smile appeared on Gennosuke Miura's lips, revealing his canine teeth and a hint of weariness.

He was slightly stunned.

He roughly understood Gennosuke Miura's mindset.

The reluctance to graduate is a realistic and pathetic state of mind.

When I was a child, I wanted to grow up quickly, to leave my family, and to become financially independent as soon as possible.

However, once you enter university... or even earlier, after graduating from high school and entering society, you will find that your body is aging rapidly and your soul is rushing around at an accelerated pace—you want to slow down but it's impossible, because the brakes on your life have already broken.

"Miura, do me a favor. In return, the Literature Club will provide a script for your game production this year."

"This year? How about we contract out next year's too?"

Kosaka opened her mouth slightly, somewhat incredulous: "I mean, are you planning to stay at school again next year?"

Miura's expression froze at his serious look, and Kyosuke patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Don't be so insecure. I believe that one day you will graduate."

Graduated from Ben Zhan High School.

Graduating from a fantasy that serves as an escape from reality.

"...Phew, tell me what's going on first?"

Kousaka Kyosuke whispered a few words in his ear, and Miura's expression, which had been slowly easing, stiffened again, as if frozen meat had turned into cured meat: "Re...really do this?"

"Yes, this matter is very important to me."

"Then, what if..."

"There are no 'ifs'!"

He waved his hand to interrupt Miura: "This is not difficult for you. Think about it, a little bit of acting skills can easily give you the time it takes to write a script. What more do you want?"

Good game scripts require the accumulation of emotions. Just like when you are constipated, the moment you poop, you feel a great sense of relief, but before that, you have been suppressing and suffering for a long time.

A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one!

Gennosuke Miura took a gamble, walked out of the coffee shop, and prepared to act tactfully.

Kyosuke watched him leave, hesitating over the plan he was about to implement: "Ah, isn't this too bad? Oh well, whatever, it'll be fun too—"

As he muttered to himself, his nonchalant words suddenly vanished, as if someone had unplugged a telephone from afar.

Because his sister was watching him.

Her eyes were so vulnerable, so pitiful and aggrieved. I just wanted to find an owner who could hug her, just like when she curled up like a ball of yarn to sleep at night and looked back at me.

"...Only cats sleep like that."

Kyosuke slowly lowered his eyes.

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Baozi, who came back from England yesterday, gave me $666, saying it was her savings from several years ago. I'm so grateful! I wish you and your childhood sweetheart will get together soon; being arrogant will get you killed.

Then, Ai Ben gave me 500 razor blades. I thought she had saved them up from the lucky bags she opened during the Lunar New Year. But when I checked the rich list, I found out she had spent another 500 yuan. Ah, it feels so good to be taken care of (happy face). And then there was Lian Lian's 100 razor blades (super happy face).

I need monthly votes! I need monthly votes!

I need razor blades! I need razor blades!

Is there a tip?

I have to update more than 180,000 words this month, which is definitely the fault of the fans who want to write more!

Mad!

Book Recommendation by Chapter: "Miss Bitch's Witty Tales"

I initially thought this was just a routine transaction, but as those who know me know, I'm not particularly enthusiastic about such things. I won't go into the reasons why.

This time, I'm recommending a self-proclaimed newcomer, Shinonome Ikuko, whose work is titled "The Bickering Girl's Verbal Tale," a title so obscene it's almost unbearable to look at.

Normally, as a friend, I would just include the book title, author's name, and a brief introduction. Although it's not as convenient as the various advertising links in the Feilu Book Review section, it's still a characteristic of Bookke, and I didn't prepare it very carefully.

However, when I was reading "Mouth Cannon", I found that the author was very serious. He wrote the chapter reviews after reading them. He was obviously a serious guy. So I suddenly felt that I was being too careless and that I was a bit sorry for him. So I clicked on the first chapter of the book.

First of all, I was very surprised, not because of anything else, but because of the subject matter of this fanfiction—the Monogatari series? Nisio Isin's Monogatari series? There's a limit to how niche it can be; it's really rare to see a fanfiction starting with the Monogatari series these days.

Secondly, I was pleasantly surprised because I could tell that this author was probably a real newcomer, unlike an old slacker like me who uses alternate accounts to muddle through. This was a fresh and promising newcomer.

Well, how should I put it? Because from the very beginning, they openly and passionately express their love for a certain anime character – that kind of undisguised enthusiasm – this is something only a newcomer can do. Actually, I'm quite envious of them. This initial passion is the most precious thing for a fanfiction author.

Another reason for my surprise was the protagonist's personality—weak and submissive. Generally, the protagonists in a book correspond to some aspect of the author's own personality, so is this author perhaps...?

Is she a girl?

Is it a girl?

No matter how you look at it, she's definitely a girl! Whether it's the descriptive and lyrical style or the rambling narrative style—this habit might also be inherited from Nisio Isin's typewriter-like verbosity, but of course, I'd prefer it to be because the author is a girl.

Through the protagonist's words, Ms. Shinonome makes no secret of her fervent love for the characters she admires. She likes the crab Senjougahara, Yukino Yukinoshita (whom I also like), and Hachiman and Araragi. Such direct expression of emotions is something I, with my tsundere nature, probably couldn't do.

Alright, enough with the mutual praise. If you're interested in yuri, you should definitely check it out. It's brimming with love between the lines. Even though it's supposed to be yuri, I found myself getting more and more excited as I read on...

Looking at her bookshelf, I subtly realized that she seemed to be one of my longtime readers...

The book's synopsis is as follows:

(This book is purely yuri, with multiple CP side storylines. Let's NTR all the male leads.)

—With a gentle smile, Hanekawa Tsubasa cupped the mascot girl's cheeks, her amethyst eyes like a crescent moon. "Shinmi-kun, will you go out with me?"

—Senjouhara frantically turned around in mid-air, trying to find that familiar figure. "Enoshima-senpai!" A strong emotion pounded in her heart, and a huge cry of grief poured down.

—Her ear pressed tightly against the door, Kasumigaoka listened intently to the suppressed breathing inside, her face flushed. A burning inspiration consumed her reason. If this were a story…, inexplicably, a golden figure flashed into her mind.

Holding the liqueur-filled chocolate in her hands, Yuihama secretly made up her mind. "Can I be willful just this once? Just today, Yukino-chan, please have a good rest."

—Hiratsuka sat quietly on the edge of the bed, instinctively reaching into her pocket but finding nothing. Shaking her head and sighing softly, she pulled the blanket up for the person sleeping soundly on the bed. She suddenly realized that she... had quit smoking a long time ago.

……