Lu Xiaobu, who is at home, can only sleep until the sun is high and read novels to pass the time.
But what vexes him is that after reading the novels in this world, he sleeps even better!
They are all Divine Books with hypnotic effects!
Truly freaking magical!
"Sister Lan, aren't there any good novels? These novels are more sleep-inducing than a teacher's lecture."
Lu Xiaobu woke up for the twenty-eighth time on Liang Lan's lap, feeling utterly dejected.
"I think they are okay," Liang Lan responded after a glance, "These are all top-ranked novels with high reviews!"
"High reviews, my foot. Take 'Cangtian Road', for instance! The protagonist goes through so much trouble to find his parents' killer! Logically, seeing the enemy should flare up rage, just kill with one knife stroke!"
"Instead, he spends ten thousand words explaining why he kills him! From social ethics to legal morals! Elaborately written, it's like an epic masterpiece! Really freaking bored?"