"The Diary of Beihua University's Campus Heartthrob and Unfamous Online Literature Female Author, Li Peifeng"
The pool pavilion rises as the snow half melts, the plum blossoms and I are both bored.
Great Eastern, March 1, 2120.
Written by the grove by Beihua Lake.
——Even decent people write diaries.
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[Great Eastern, March 1, 2121, Cloudy.]
The new semester has started, and I've aged another year. At 23, I suddenly feel like rewriting my diary, leaving some marks of my final graduate year. Writing bits and pieces, creating something from nothing.
(Watercolor painting of plum blossoms), embarrassed, I couldn't capture a tenth of their beauty, just like the camera can't capture a tenth of my handsomeness. Thinking of this, the flowers and I sympathize with each other.
[Great Eastern, March 3, 2121.]
Writing, working out with Brother Yue, dating a girl, sleeping. Didn't leave any time for studying, but I don't feel guilty about it.
[Great Eastern, March 8, 2121.]
The junior girls are getting bolder. On my way from the School of Arts and Sciences to buy a bottle of water at the supermarket, a mere 500-meter distance, I was hit on six times. I had no choice but to wear a mask—this justifies how girls are like viruses.
[Great Eastern, March 10, 2121, Light Rain.]
Meeting of the literary society, got heavily drunk. Someone cried and slammed his head against the wall, yelling; 'What's the point?' 'What's the point of studying hard for over ten years?' 'The school has me, the advisor researched me' 'I'm like a duck full of feed, ready to be slaughtered by society after graduation'.
"Truly a philosophy major, always full of nonsense."
We commented coldly and then thought: "Though it's nonsense, the stench is indeed right." As a literature major, I felt especially empathetic.
Life is meaningless? Studying is meaningless? What a grand stinky fart across the world!
[Great Eastern, March 9, 2121, Overcast.]
Spent the whole day writing, the new book "A Hundred and Eight Treasures from a Single Birth in a Matriarchal World; My Life as a Big Shot in Liang Mountain" sold well after its release, but writing it makes me want to puke. Thinking to myself 'Such is life' 'Ah, life' and other such bullshit for comfort, seeing last month's partner pay of fifty thousand makes me swallow the bile stuck in my throat.
Good, saved a meal.
[Great Eastern, March 10, 2121—September 1, 2121.]
Won't write unless something major happens; it's not laziness, it's too costly. Rough calculations suggest with the current 7,000 subscriptions of "Matriarchal World," every thousand words I write could earn me conservatively estimated two hundred and ten, twenty-one cents per word, twenty-one for a hundred! An average diary entry of a hundred words means losing twenty-one per day! Twenty-one a day, two hundred and ten in ten days, three thousand in thirty… seven thousand six hundred and sixty-five in a year!
Such a loss, such a real loss! So no more writing! Damn it, writing this entry alone cost me another thirty-five.
[Great Eastern, October 3, 2121, Thunder.]
Thunder all night, seems like I hallucinated when I woke up. Strange. Didn't care, kept on writing!
[Great Eastern, October 4, 2121.]
Damn, it's real! After years of writing web novels, even I have a system now, but I can't feel happy about it.
Because my sense of taste disappeared, no matter what I eat or drink, my tongue can't catch any flavor, and swallowing doesn't satisfy hunger, my stomach's like a black hole. Forced myself to eat four meals yesterday, still felt hungry, even couldn't poop this morning.
But I won't believe it! The system is dead, there must be some loopholes, and there are so many foods in the world, is it possible that none I can eat? There must be something I can eat, I have to find it out…
[Great Eastern, October 4, 2121, Evening.]
Tried countless foods today, no results. Hospital checkup, no results either, just said fasting caused hypoglycemia. The doctor's full of crap, I've eaten god knows how many things these past two days for testing.
Seeing my weakness, a kind nurse from the medical center brought me some bread and milk. I ate heartily, wasn't full, shamelessly asked for more, ate half full. Never found these two so delicious before.
[Great Eastern, October 5, 2121.]
Weighed myself this morning, lost five pounds. After multiple experiments, I have to believe it. Now no matter if I use my own money or borrow from others (even from women) to buy any food, it has no effect whatsoever when I eat it.
No flavor, no feeling, no nutrition, can't sustain a normal body. Not even supplements like goji and rehmannia work, neither do salt and other seasonings taste like anything. Except for pure water, nothing can enter my stomach.
To eat normally, a woman must genuinely wish to give me food, and any trickery is ineffective.
Utter absurdity! What does this mean? What the hell is this lousy system? What's with the newbie quest?
Though usually, I fool around, after all, I'm a well-read scholar, I have principles!
A man should do or not do certain things, how could I live off a woman? Even if you starve me, I won't eat!
"Did I write this?"
Li Peifeng looks at the diary, a bit sluggish: "Indeed, I wrote it this morning."
Picks up the pen and crosses off the latest page entirely, not satisfied, just tears it off.
"Rip~"
Balling it up and throws it into the trashcan.
"Who the hell holds a grudge against food?!"