Oh, it also left a message. It found a fresh bamboo stalk and used the moisture in the bamboo to write on the ground: Wo zou la, 88.
Xie Lin saw that the moisture dried easily, so he let it dry.
To outsiders, it looked like Monokuma had jumped out of the window with his belongings.
To escape silently despite heavy surveillance is quite an achievement, which pleased the higher-ups even more, prompting them to secretly send people to search for Monokuma.
It's just that it's destined to be lost.
Xie Da returned to its space and realized the value of freedom. It stopped asking to go out and play, and when its friends went to school, it really didn't go out.
Because they were recognized after appearing on television, the child soldiers attracted a lot of attention as soon as they appeared, and even newspapers wanted to interview them.
The little child didn't understand anything, so the school refused.
While those outside the school gave up, some of the more intelligent students inside picked up their pens and decided to write down the children's daily lives.
This student is Gu Huasheng, the author of "The Story of My Aunt".
Later, his aunt helped him earn a sum of money, which made him completely fall in love with writing novels.
He needed a lot of money, so he took the newspaper that his aunt had published and went to the child soldier.
Records are different from novels. Novels rely on plot, and he can simply use creative ideas to write the plot.
However, the record is a true depiction of life and requires the consent of the protagonist.
This is the most basic respect.
"What? You want to write about the ordinary lives of the children?"
Guagua looked at her classmate wearing Pudding overalls and had nothing to say.
Dude, what's so interesting about writing about a kid's life of digging holes and selling grass? Even the biggest traffic can't carry a simple, unadorned, and mundane story.
These days there's so little entertainment; if you really want a story, who wouldn't want something exciting?
I got up in the morning, ate breakfast, went to school, spent half the day weeding, went home for dinner, and then dug a dog hole...
Who would want to watch something like this?
Anyway, it won't watch it.
Writing about a beautiful woman is worse than writing about a little kid.
"Brother, can you tell me why?"
Gu Huasheng said shyly, "I'm short of money. They're on TV, which is appealing."
I agree that it's attractive, but isn't this guy being a bit too honest?
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