I want to stop for a while to think about how to write this broken book. If you think about it carefully, Yu didn't set any context at all, and how he wanted to write it. This leads to a very serious problem -- Yu Kavin.

I will find some reference books to study and study, and there may not be updates until April 11. Maybe the inspiration will be more up, in short, it won't be as stable as the day.

In short, during this time, put some pits with the beginning written for the girls to make do with

Throw a group number 65979374. Send the blade to urge more spoilers through the train

"The Troubles of Teenage September"

My name is September. I was supposed to be a Mary Sue. Since I used "originally", it means that I have not become. Although I already have everything a Mary Sue should have.

He learned to talk at the age of one hour, went to college at the age of one, ridiculed the authority of physics at the age of two, learned all the disciplines of mankind at the age of three, mastered the global economy at the age of four, and began to dominate the entertainment industry at the age of five, made a superluminal engine with geometric development at the age of six, made a superluminal spaceship at the age of seven to lead mankind out of the earth, unified the solar system at the age of eight, unified Orion at the age of ten, unified the Pleiades at the age of twelve, and completely conquered the galaxy at the age of thirteen to establish the galactic empire———— you should really listen.

I'm seventeen years old, and my life was supposed to run according to the trajectory I said above, becoming the emperor of the Galactic Empire, the Kami of the New World. Unfortunately, it all went a little wrong, and a minute after I was born, I was born with a vision of a thunder snake rolling black clouds, and then the hospital delivery room was struck by lightning, and everything changed.

I could go to college, but I'd rather be a normal kid playing in the mud in kindergarten; I can mock authority to my face, but I only mock in my heart; I can control the global economy and dominate the entertainment industry, but I just want to sleep and play games now. I have the ability to lead humanity to build a galactic empire and conquer the stars and seas, but I just want to build a sand castle. I can have a file called "Shangguan Dongfang, Nangong, Ximen, Beitang, Hongzhong, Fortune, Whiteboard, Styx Feather, Hades, Hades, Dragons, Purple, Thousand Feathers, Naruto, Cold Night, Dark Night, Ice Night, Flower Night, Snow Night Sanitizer, Moon God, Moon, Moon, Human Moon, Demon Moon, Demon Moon, Demon Moon, Cattle Month, Upper Moon, Lower Moon, Left Moon, Right Moon, Middle Moon, Lei Yan, Jianhao, Sheng, Leng Xian, Xu Ting, Che Minghong, Spring Rain, Spring Equinox, Qingming Valley, Rain, Lixia Francis, Solomon, Arthur, Pressure Mountain, Great Caesar, Napo, Wheel, Genghis Khan, ......" Such a super long and crazy Coolie shows off the super long and hanging sky, But I ended up calling it September.

Thinking back to the thunderstorm 17 years ago, 2 days, 3 hours, 13 minutes and 4 seconds, what changed me or the world, I think it probably made me realize that the world is not real. It made my father realize that if he took that name, he would be scolded by the reader for making up the word count.

Mary Sue, in a sense, is the illegitimate child of the world. God is her father, Gaia is her mother, Alayah is her aunt, Akaxia is her uncle, Kaos is her godfather, Lady Luck is her babysitter, Muse is her clown, Goddess of Wisdom is her tutor, and Beauty is her wet nurse.

If you don't mix hundreds of kinds of demon god blood, you can't see people, you can't see people if your hair is not colorful, you can't see people if you don't have 10 billion people who love her, you can't buy property, you can't see people all over the world, you can't see people in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, erhu, iron, steel, glass, glass, singing and dancing, SM can't see people if you can't do anything.

If this world is a game by Tencent, Mary Sue is a hanger, but Ma Huateng is still her father.

If it's a detective novel, "The deceased, the murderer, the witness, the police, the detective, the judge are all my people, how can you fight me?!" "That's probably how it feels.

Throughout the history of Mary Sue's development, its origin should be that the author substituted himself into his own role and had unlimited sexual immorality. I don't disagree with the author's desire to be perfect, but the result of the unlimited Mary Sue is that the plot is not only obscene or obscene, and no one will like it except for the immature people such as junior high school students and elementary school students.

I said, I was supposed to be a Mary Sue. As for the reason why I didn't become, it was just because I went beyond the concept of a Mary Sue.

For example, if this world is a world of superpower novels, then my ability is to [blow up the universe].

My Mary Sue went over it.

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I'm very beautiful.

You may be boastful of saying this yourself, but it's true. It's not the pathetic paranoia of Tom Sue, Mary Sue, or secondary disease, but the facts.

What should be used to judge a person? Obviously, one's own subjective opinion cannot be used as a reference. It is meaningless for an ugly person to believe that he is a beauty worthy of the ancient Greek goddess of beauty, Aphrodite. Judging how a person is can only be judged by others. Many "others" evaluate your personality. When everyone agrees, whether it is beautiful or ugly is decided.

And I don't need others to judge.

Because I am a beauty who is judged by the world beyond the scope of human beings.

Is it incomprehensible? Let's put it this way, if it's in a game, my charisma stat is the maximum from the beginning of the system's default settings. If it's in a novel, I'm the most beautiful person in the novel's setting.

That's right, that's what the so-called "judged by the world" is. I was judged to be beautiful by something higher than human, biological, non-biological, higher.

To put it simply, "the author thinks you are beautiful".

Still don't understand? Sure enough, it's a monkey...... Well, I'll just say it plainly, I've noticed it.

I'm the main character in a novel.

Q: Why do I think that?

Because according to normal logic, it is completely impossible for someone like me to appear.

Have you ever seen anyone who can build a Star Destroyer on their own in a month using only scrap metal? Have you ever seen a beautiful woman whose appearance can make people all over the world crazy? Have you ever seen a child prodigy who has learned all the subjects of humanity at the age of 10?

Impossible, right? Why can human beings, who can't even do interstellar voyages, make something like a star destroyer that still exists in fantasy science? Not to mention how it works, even if all the parts are manufactured and piled in front of you, you can't even think of assembling them in a month by one person.

The academic strength of the 9-year-old ghost can surpass those old scholars and scientists who have been immersed in it for most of their lives? Scientific research does not only rely on theory, but also experimental sites, research funds, and high-precision equipment. How shallow is the human knowledge that can be learned at the age of 10? Compared with the Middle Ages, the division of labor in human scientific research is becoming more and more detailed, and the vast majority of scientists can only conduct research on projects or topics in one field of research in their lifetime. In the Middle Ages, there may have been an all-rounder like Leonardo da Vinci, but in modern society it is completely impossible. Not to mention that I was only 10 years old at the time.

Well, taking a step back, even if there really are such perverted prodigies in the world. A single artificial starship, a humanoid Akashya Record, the god of love and beauty, all of these are true. Even so, the flaws in this world are still everywhere.

For example, when I was 9 years old, I was a great accomplishment in physics, and I broke through the barrier and was invited to compete in the 128 great powers of the academic world. As a result, I pulled out a lot of theories that surpassed the academic circles at that time, and they vomited blood and knelt down to worship in a few words. From my memory, I can clearly remember what theories I used, what formulas I said, and what I slapped in the face. But I can't say any of the physical formulas or theories that I said at the time, even if I had to force them...... For example, XXXXXXCXXXCCCXC...... Therefore, according to this theory, we can completely ignore the first law of thermodynamics and make a third type of perpetual motion machine.

Did you see what I said?

Hehe, it's garbled, right? Because the knowledge in the novel cannot exceed the amount of knowledge of the author, unless the author himself is such a genius, it is strange that he can write it.

Of course, it doesn't seem to me gibberish.

The world was created.

So, what do you do when you know all this?

I think anyone who knows that they are really just the product of someone's essay will have this problem, right? My answer is simple.

Long Aotian Youyun: My life is up to me!

The ancients: Fighting with the sky is endlessly fun.

Then I also have clouds:

It's so fun to fight with the author!