After being reborn, I discovered that my deskmate had a crush on me.

Chapter 100
This is my first time writing this, and I don't know what to write.

I sighed with emotion, I didn’t deliberately put it together, it just happened to be on the shelves on June 100st, and Chapter happened to be on the shelves.fine.

I am writing this article in one breath.

This article, this subject matter, this type, the starting point is no meal replacement.In other words, there are no meal replacements on the entire network.Maybe, but I haven't seen it yet.I dare say that every plot in this article is not a routine.

Before, I had never read daily love articles.One accidental night, I learned of the existence of this subject, coded words, and then came up with this article.

Up to now, I haven't read the same-label love daily article. I was afraid of reading it, so I started to make routines.

When I first started writing, no one saw this article.I was very touched when I met a reader who left a message saying that this article is good.

In fact, I knew for a long time that my grades would be poor, and the data also showed that my grades were very poor.Looking at the data every day makes me feel bad.Sometimes I am confused. Should I write for data or for money?

There seems to be neither of these.

Then do I still write?
Write!
Because, I have something to write.At the same time, no one has written about these things.Then I should write it.Such as regret, real youth.Speaking of high school, reality is that reality, whether you are having fun while suffering, you have to be relieved...

Sometimes it feels like a daydreamer.

Is the money spent on coding enough to pay the electricity bill for coding?It's definitely not enough.At least what I wrote before was not enough.

There are 10,000+ words left on the computer, read by yourself.

There are still a lot of scraps at the beginning.

This book is the longest one I have written so far.Of course, I will never admit that I am a jerk.After all, I've only written four 10,000+ words, so it's just a start.I used to practice pens before, but this is the real one.Some sentences have been written for a long time, written with heart.

The wind from the past has blown into today, flowers bloom every year, and people come every year.

Those people are not me, those people may not be me... The classroom was full of people again back then, and perhaps there were many regrets hidden that no one knew about.

Finally, I end with a sentence, which is also the sentence on the first page of my book.

If you can, don't write regrets into your youth.

(End of this chapter)