The birth of the wedge otaku "Thousands of miles of wind and clouds are rising, gathering into a banner to slay 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 puff out smoke.
The word "Wanli Feng Luo Yunyun" in the first half of the sentence is just a false reference.
The black dragon in the second half of the sentence is a dog older than me.
My father likes to take a long puff of smoke and then puff it out.
Go to the black dragon's nose and watch its ugly struggle for fun.
Black Dragon died when I was five years old.
Although my mother explicitly prohibited it, it was my turn to take the role of Black Dragon and be sprayed, so I hate smoking very much, especially second-hand smoke.
In junior high school, I gradually developed into hating men who smoke.
When I entered high school, I simply turned into hating men.
Unfortunately, as a human whose gender symbol is an upward arrow, I am far less attractive to women, which results in me basically having no friends.
In addition to finding comfort in novels, comics, and games, in the eyes of others, I am a very eccentric person.
People like me have an indecent nickname of Otaku spread from the countries on the other side of the coast.
But I hate this title very, very much. , as much as I hate that country
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