After Mukigi saw off the two girls who had signed the idol trainee contract, he stood alone at the edge of the outdoor garden.
On a hot summer day, even the blue sky seems too bright.
He looked at the white cloud closest to him.
His wandering eyes caressed the soft edge of the cloud, and the warrior's spiritual sense told him that the distance of the cloud was 1830 meters.
He didn't know what this data meant to him.
He just subconsciously collects information and incorporates it into his database.
In his database, there are many more information of unknown meaning like this.
Many, many...what is "many"?
The dictionary says, many are so many, so big!
He knew, of course he knew, he had read all the dictionaries he could get his hands on.
He often tells people around him that he just happens to know, that he only knows what he knows, as if he is just a lucky quiz player, as if he has not deliberately worked hard for it.
But he himself knows that as long as it is information that can be seen, as long as it is something that can be read and understood, as long as it is something that everyone can know, he will definitely know it before others.
Mu Yigui did not allow himself to stop, he did not allow himself to stand still.
He is constantly collecting new information, so he knows many, many things, and he understands many, many knowledges.
But what's the point?
Sometimes he would put aside the terms of the dictionary and ask his own heart:
What exactly is “many”?
If "more" is not a concept that comes from comparing with "less", and if there is no one else around you to compare with, then what is "more" and what is "better"?
What's the use of knowing so much?
What do I want?
Mu Yiqi remembered what the beggar Great Spirit said to him during his graduation trip.
The unruly man said to himself:
"Young man, what do you want to prove and what do you need to prove? Don't you think you are okay?"
After the loan was over, the beggar spirit left gracefully singing "Who am I? I never care whether the world appreciates it or not."
Why does he think he is okay?
Why, why?
There are many reasons why wood art regulations need to be answered.
It is precisely because he wants to answer his own confusion that he always adheres to his own way of practice - doing his best to acquire more updated knowledge and master more and stronger skills.
In that senseless killing field where as long as a weak person stood a chance of being undone, and in that poison pit set by the crazy swordsman, he never gave up the pursuit of new knowledge.
He wants to go further, he wants to break through the boundaries in front of him, and he wants to see a different world.
Because in the world he originally lived in, there was never any hope.
From the time he was born, whether it was his parents, classmates, or friends, people with different faces had been telling him the same thing:
Mu Yiqi, you are a man, you are an overly good-looking man.
In this world, on this stage, in this Colosseum, you can never be the protagonist.
No matter how talented you are, no matter how hard you work, no matter what achievements you achieve, you are still just a man.
Can you show up as a woman? Can you enter key industries that are already dominated by women?
The leaders in this world are all women. Beauty is both your asset and your shortcoming.
Your life is already decided when you are born.
You should be outgoing and cheerful, you should like the color blue, you should be elegant and gentle, you should be good at machinery and driving, you should show heroic masculinity, and you should bravely face all dangers and hardships.
And can't complain.
You cannot indulge in those hobbies that consume your will. Those slender and exquisite beauties are not prepared for you. You only belong to the wilderness and the herd.
If you can't be successful, then you are a loser.
There should not be a second of your life spent on healing and resting. You should stand there like a piece of steel that will never wear out, as a symbol, as a partner to rely on, as a role model for your children... Who cares what happens when you mature mentally? What kind of person do you want to be.
The rules of the game have already been set, so who do you think you are?
Mu Yigui, as a man, you should be a man.
You have to act like a man.
Although you are too good-looking, although you instinctively like the beauty of the opposite sex, although you can see the unexplored possibilities in this all-encompassing world, although you can use your unique talents to Start a life that suits you best.
But you can't, you shouldn't, you're not allowed!
You are a man! You can only go down the route that has been planned for men for generations, and you cannot lose to anyone, especially women.
You have to cover your appearance, you have to hide yourself in the shadows with black cloth and cloak, because that kind of beauty will only arouse people's love and pity, and what you need is awe and compliance.
Beauty that is exclusive to men is an impure thing. That kind of beauty will only make the opposite sex have dirty thoughts. That kind of beauty is the root of all obscenities.
Mu Yigui, you are born an unclean person and a lower-class citizen. You only need to abide by the disciplines of your elders. You only need to be obedient. This is your destiny.
Who makes you a man? Who told you to be a man with original sin from birth?
You are both holy and filthy.
World No. 1266 on the other side, the territory of the male virtue natural disaster Du Gongtai.
Mu Yiqi was born in such a world, so he had to work dozens of times harder than the opposite sex, had to suffer all kinds of discrimination, and had to give up his own possibilities.
Why do I have to live like this?
Just because I'm a man?
Why can't men not get married?
Why can't men stop carrying on the family line?
Why can’t men not bear the expenses of houses and cars?
Why can’t a man refuse a request to be a surrogate mother for his partner?
Why can’t men have non-work related hobbies?
Why can’t men be weak and run away?
Why should a man invest all his time and energy into a family he doesn't want to create?
Why do men have to struggle 24 hours a day, why do men have to behave great, glorious and correct, why do men have to change themselves for women’s ideas?
Why can’t “man” be defined by men themselves!
Can't I live my own life just because I'm a man?
Is this masculine virtue?
Fuck your male morality!
Mu Yiqi glanced at the signed idol trainee contract in the storage space.
48 servings.
That's enough. It's enough for 48 girls who are cute in their own way to participate in the comeback plan before I die.
Mu Yiqi stared at the scorching sun that could not be seen directly until his eyes fell into darkness.
I have five months left to live and eight hours left today.
Let’s go see the work-study student arranged by Uncle Chang.
Maybe, I can teach him something.
