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"You are the only person I have ever seen who beats his chest in front of others and shouts, 'I am very talented.'" A friend said of me.

Since entering college, although countless people have judged me with contempt, more and more people still don't even look at me. This makes me happy. It would be bad if college students just talked about others all day long and did not devote their energy to improving their studies and striving for their careers! I couldn't help but feel happy that no one cares about me.

However, it must be made clear that I am not a weirdo who exudes evil tendencies. I am a genius, with countless talents gathered in me - I said this when I first entered school.

--It is useless to say more. Those trivial things that happened when I first entered school will not be mentioned for the time being.

"But you are indeed very talented."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but shed tears of gratitude. This is the first time I have received a positive review since enrolling. I am now in my junior year of college, and it won't be long before I jump into the big dye vat called "society." As the saying goes, what's near cinnabar goes red, and what's next to ink turns black. Whether society will pollute me, or whether society will be changed based on my temperament, is another matter. However, I firmly believe it is the latter.

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Readers, please forgive me for listening to a college student complaining. But what came out of my mouth was not complaints, but truth.

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There are only two kinds of people in the world who write their autobiographies in their twenties. One is a person who is about to die, and the other is an idle person with excessive inner activities. I belong to the former.

Of course, I did not suffer from any incurable disease, nor did I commit a capital crime that required me to be taken to the execution ground. However, there is no telling whether I will be hit by a car while walking on the road the next day, or suddenly hit by a meteorite while sleeping in my dormitory, so I can also be called a "dying person". Otherwise, I cannot find the reason why I am writing this autobiography now. I am not an idle person, and my inner activities are not excessive. I'm just a mediocre genius.

So I started writing this autobiography. Since you are about to die, the most important thing is to quickly and efficiently record the greatest events you have experienced recently and the most profound thoughts in your heart at the moment. Trivial matters such as what time I was born, what auspicious signs there were, and when I stopped wetting the bed should be thrown aside, preferably sunk into the deepest folds of my brain so that I can remember them until the end of my life.

When I put aside the six or seven chapters that I planned to write into a novel (the longest one was over 50,000 words long) and turned to writing this confession, I was really stuck in front of my computer desk, unable to finish. Because no matter how I think about it, I can't figure out what great events I have experienced recently. My words on social media did not stop a war, and the emails I sent to the National Development and Reform Commission have long since disappeared. The only "big thing" that I personally experienced was that the school canteen was no longer run by the school, but was transferred to a private contractor. This may be a sign of further marketization, after all, prices are indeed much more expensive than before.

While I was looking at the disorderly market among the students who paid others to take roll calls in class, and worried whether the school's economic ecology would breed a monster called financial capital, excitedly lamented that I had discovered a new outlet. --From now on, the campus financial capital industry will flourish under my leadership. While I was enjoying my own genius and ingenuity, the message notification sound on my cell phone interrupted my thoughts.

"So hungry!" A message like this appeared in front of me.

Suddenly, like the thinking Chinese people described by Lu Xun, I thought of a great thing. And - I did this before. I am indeed a genius! However, geniuses certainly cannot be like the Chinese people with bad qualities described by Lu Xun. However, let me say that it is not just the Chinese, everyone can think leaps and bounds, and everyone should also have the so-called "bad roots" in common. It seems that Mr. Lu Xun also has the limitations of the times. I couldn't help but feel happy that I had defeated Lu Xun.

I replied to the owner of the message, "I'm so hungry too," then changed my clothes and planned to go out. That great thing lingered in my mind, and I couldn't get it out of my mind, and I didn't want to get rid of it.

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Half a year ago, on a whim, I sat on the bed in my dormitory in the middle of the night and spent three hours writing a short story of about 8,000 words.

To this day, I still read that novel over and over from time to time, and I am so shocked by it that I firmly believe that no matter how experienced I am, I will never be able to write such a work in the future. At that time, after I finished writing that work, I immediately fell asleep. I did not expect how far-reaching the impact that work would have on future generations.

It is a political novel with the main theme. But three months later, it won the first place in the Youth Novel Award jointly organized by a university and the Wuxi Writers Association.Because when I was researching and interpreting this great work that even I couldn't understand, I found that it could be regarded as a youth novel, so I submitted it for an award.

The reason for writing this novel is simple. Three elements came to mind: soldiers, girls, and public opinion. I want to combine them and write a novel to explain a certain phenomenon in the current society - a phenomenon that has become the most unstable factor in the current society. Thinking about it now, it's totally the opposite. No one could understand my novel except my old grandmother who has experienced all the world and a fundamental Marxist fanatic in the dormitory next door. Even I almost fell into the seemingly illogical logical trap and almost couldn't escape.

But that didn't stop it from being a great novel.

Although I didn't realize it at the time, I did pour all my talent into this novel. There was no preparation in advance and no conception. I just thought, "Let's write!" and started writing without hesitation until I finished writing and couldn't stop anymore. I didn't think about where the characters should appear, nor where the events should turn. The gun just fired where it should, and the girl just died when she deserved it. I had no idea what the protagonist was thinking or what I should write. I was just typing on the keyboard, and the story started to flow with ups and downs, naturally presenting my daily thoughts in this form.

Maybe that's why I study this novel again and again. Although I am its author, I don't seem to have written it. It was written by my talent. I live in my golden years, so this novel naturally has a youthful charm.

I read my novel over and over again, and spent another three months after winning the award, and finally came to this conclusion:

The structure of this novel is flawless, and the core of the idea is extremely profound. This is an unparalleled work of greatness.

To hell with anyone who refuse to appreciate this novel! This novel will eventually be recorded in history. Even if no one records it in history, I will personally record it in history.

If you readers can't restrain your thirst for knowledge and can't wait to read my great work - please don't worry, I may include that novel in the appendix of this autobiography.