Wedge - The birth of the otaku

"Thousands of miles of wind and clouds rise, gather for a banner and kill the black dragon!"

Luo Yanqi is my name, but its meaning is definitely not as elegant as this poem written by my father.

My father is a smoker, and he likes to spit out clouds and fog the most, the first half of the sentence is pure virtual fingers, and the black dragon in the second half of the sentence is a dog older than me, my father likes to take a full puff of smoke, and then spray it on the nose of the black dragon, watching it struggle ugly for fun.

When I was five years old, the black dragon died, and although my mother forbade it, it was my turn to be sprayed in place of the black dragon, so I hated smoking, especially secondhand smoke.

When I was in junior high school, I gradually developed to hate men who smoked, and when I went to high school, I simply became a man hater. Unfortunately, as a human with a surname symbol pointing upwards, I was greatly less attractive to female surnames, which resulted in me having basically no friends.

In addition to finding solace in novels, comics, and games, I am a very eccentric person in the eyes of others, and I have an indecent nickname from the country on the other side of the coast - otaku! But I hated the title very, very much, just as I hated that country;