"Mister Water" (Doujin), Notes on a Scholar's Travel
-The Happy Life of White Water
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SOMETHING IS A DIVIDING LINE FOR THE EMPEROR TO SHOW THE OPENING OF A MEMORIAL TO THE EMPEROR.
Ahem, I suddenly thought of something that this official felt the need to JW with Your Majesty … Um, allow this official to be narcissistic for a moment — — Your Majesty, you don't need to give this official that Cang Hai Literature coin. The V novels that this official reads on Cang Hai Literature are only written by Your Majesty. If Your Majesty gives this official Cang Hai Literature coin, this official will still send it back to Your Majesty's account. If the author subscribes, they can receive two-thirds of it. If the author receives a gift, they can only receive half of it. This back and forth is too … It really doesn't count. This official feels that no matter if that coin is used to reward rape flowers or fill up the national treasury, it's still very good. It's much better than scattering it to this official.
(Speaking of which, this official's ID is an ordinary one. I don't think I can give out coins. The threshold for XX is 8 coins, 30 RMB per coin.
SOMETHING IS A FLOW STYLE WITHOUT A CENTIMETER HEAD OF A SPECIAL THUNDER MAN'S DIVISION AND CUT LINE.
"Mister Water" (Doujin), Notes on a Scholar's Travel
-The Happy Life of White Water
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"Student Liu, look, I remember telling you not to use the blank spaces in your books to do such things. Of course, your drawings are much more interesting than in class. However, anatomical drawings are not erotic manga, especially not erotic manga like Little Shou's … Now, I've corrected them for you. In the future, if you want to draw such drawings, you have to follow the changes I made."
But he was still not convinced and agreed verbally. Looking at the BL drawing that Mr. Shui had changed into him attacking Senior Bai Yuan, while admiring his exquisite drawing skills, he thought to himself:
"Of course, Mister's drawing is more beautiful. As for the actual situation, a person of the Path of Decay only needs to take a look at it to understand."
After the end of the academic year, I went to the Li Kingdom to play for a summer. When I returned to school in early autumn, the results had already been announced. Among the hundred or so students, I was in the middle, but I didn't fall behind. This time, Mr. Shui's homework was anatomical practice and local anatomy.
About a week into his anatomical practice, he called me back, and happily said to me in the same elegant and beautiful voice:
"I heard that doujin are very persistent in their Path of Domination, so I was worried that you wouldn't be willing to reverse the original offensive and defensive positions. Now I can finally rest assured that there's no such thing. "(Still drawing the BL drawing in the blank spaces of the textbook)
But there were times when he made things difficult for me. He heard that someone had published a doujin between him and Senior Bai Yuan in the World of Fingers forum, but he didn't know the details. Coincidentally, I was one of the administrators of that forum, so he asked about the forum's address, how the doujin was written, and whether the offensive and defensive positions were the same as what I had changed later on. He even sighed and said, "I have to take a look to know. Did they write me as the offensive? "
One day, the Student Union Officer of the same level came to my apartment and wanted to borrow my notes. I handed them over to them, but they only looked through it once and didn't take it away. But as soon as they left, the postman delivered a very thick letter. When I opened it, the first sentence was:
"Doujin and whatnot, I hate them the most!"
This time, it roughly said that the last year's anatomical experiment question was because I went against my conscience and drew Mr. Shui as the offensive. At the cost of reversing the Nanmin national CP, I won Mr. Shui's favor and made a mark on the notes. I knew in advance, so I was able to achieve such a result. At the end was anonymous.
I then remembered something that happened a few days ago. Because there was a same-level meeting, the officer wrote an advertisement on the blackboard. The last sentence was "Please attend the meeting, don't miss out", and he added a circle next to the word "miss". Although I felt that the circle was ridiculous, I didn't mind. Now I realized that the word was also ridiculing me, saying that I got the question that the instructor leaked.
I then told Mr. Shui about this matter. A few students who were close to me also felt that it was unfair, so they went to reprimand the officer for using the excuse of the inspection, and demanded that they publish the results of the inspection. Finally, this rumor died down, but the officer tried his best to withdraw the anonymous letter. In the end, I returned this arrogant letter with serious princess syndrome.
The doujin circle was a small circle, so the doujin works were of course wretched and vulgar. Fujoshis who drew BL pictures were especially unsightly. If the score was above 60 points, then it wasn't their own ability, so it was no wonder they were suspicious. But then I had the fate of attacking the fujoshis. In the second year, I taught mycology. The shapes of bacteria were all shown in movies. After a period of time, before the end of the class, there were a few movies of current events. Naturally, they were the Northern Wei gays (in this case, gays) who were paraded through the streets and shouted at by the people. But there were some fujoshis who were caught in the middle, trying their best to argue for their comrades. They were captured by Guangdian Zongju and were actually going to be shot. The people watching were the apologists and the ordinary citizens; there was also a certain someone in the lecture hall.
"Hooray!" They all clapped their hands and cheered.
This kind of cheering could be seen everywhere, but in a certain place, this one was especially ear-piercing. After returning to the Celestial Empire, I saw those talented doujin friends being attacked. I saw those lively and wonderful BL articles that I loved being plagiarized by some profit-seeking scissorhands. The readers even said that all the articles in the world were plagiarized. If you have the ability, you can also plagiarize them. They even expressed some jealousy and didn't like to look at the scissorhands' work. They mixed the walking dead with the Taishang Wang Qing — — Alas! Weren't my fujoshis also law-abiding good people who lived honestly in their own small circle — — Alas, there was no other way! But at that time and place, my opinion changed.
At the end of the second year, I went to find Mr. Shui and told him that I would no longer study medicine and that I would leave Flame City. His face seemed a little sad, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't.
"I want to go to Chung Chuan University's Academy of Fine Arts to study illustration. The knowledge that Mr. Shui taught me about the structure of the human body is still useful." Actually, I didn't make up my mind to study illustration. Because I saw that he was a little sad, I told him a lie to comfort him.
"I'm afraid that illustration won't be of much help in teaching anatomy for the sake of medicine," he said with a sigh.
A few days before he left, he called me over to his house and gave me a photograph. On the back were two words: "Farewell". He also said that he hoped to give me one as well. My sharp eyes noticed that the scarf he was wearing on the photograph was Senior Bai Yuan's, but I didn't say it out loud. At this time, I didn't have any more photographs. He told me to send them to him in the future and to write to him from time to time.
After I left Flame City, I haven't taken any photographs for many years. Also, because I was busy with work, I haven't drawn any BL pictures with him as the focus. Speaking of which, I was disappointed and didn't even dare to write letters. After so many years, although I was still very worried about him and Senior Bai Yuan's situation, I didn't know where to start. So, sometimes I wanted to write letters, but it was difficult to do so. Until now, I actually didn't send a letter or a photograph. From his side, after he left, there was no news of him.
But I don't know why, I still think of him from time to time. In my opinion, among the Doujinshi derived from His Majesty's works, he was the most contradictory beauty, the one I liked the most, the one who made my blood boil. Sometimes I often think: His fervent hope for me to draw him as the focus, his tireless teaching, in a small way, is for the masses, in the hope that all the Doujinshi in the world who don't give up on counterattacking can get their wish. In a big way, it is for the path of corruption, in the hope that the attitude of respect for others, equal treatment of BL Doujinshi works and real comrades will spread to the countries of Inner Chuan and even the Celestial Empire. His personality, in my eyes and heart, is a little awkward, but very cute, although his sexual orientation and the feelings between him and Senior Bai Yuan are not known to many people in the Celestial Empire.
The lecture notes he corrected were once bound into three thick books and kept as a permanent souvenir, so that I can always remember them. Unfortunately, when I moved seven years ago, a book box was destroyed midway and half a box of books was lost. Coincidentally, the lecture notes were also lost. He ordered the Transportation Bureau to search for him, but there was no reply. Only his photograph was still hanging on the east wall of a certain house, opposite the desk.
Every night, when I was tired and about to slack off, I looked up in the lamplight and caught a glimpse of his handsome face, his plain clothes, his deep dark eyes, his full lips, as if he were about to say something that you could not help but want to overwhelm him with, and then my conscience would come back to me, and my courage would grow, and I would listen to him in a new drama, and continue to think of the Dōjinshi that was so abhorrent to the "good man."
July 15, 2010.
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— End of Part Two —
SOMETHING IS A CLEAR DIVISION AND SECANT LINE AFTER SHOWING THE END OF THE CONCLUSION.
In view of the general environment of xx, he could only release a modified version. ~ ~ ~
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