Hello everyone, my name is Yumiya Ren. This is a rather abrupt self-introduction, and in fact, I think so myself.
First, I need to clarify something: if anyone can see my diary, then this should be a diary exposure flow. Simply put, the diary I write will be seen by some female protagonists and supporting characters, and those protagonists and supporting characters will gain some insights about the story's plot from reading my diary.
Here, I need to emphasize the issue regarding the story's plot. The only thing you need to confirm upon reading this diary is that you are real, this world is real, and the reason I know about your story and some future events is that the story of one world has entered another world in the form of information, recorded by the comic artists and novelists of that other world. That is how I know about your story.
Although these words are quite complex, they are also very important.
Then, from the moment I was born and learned that my name is Yumiya Ren, I have been vigilant about whether there is a politician named Shitong Zhengyi and a traitor named Mingzhi Wulang.
The answer is that in my fifteen years of life, I have not found anyone named Shitong Zhengyi or Mingzhi Wulang.
Great! This world will not be under the control of false gods, and I no longer have to exist as a savior.
Until I learned that the school I was entering at the age of fifteen is called Teitan High School, and the city I live in is called Mihua City.
My goodness! Why have I never noticed that I live in Mihua City?
Forget it, it was precisely because I suddenly discovered that the place I live is called Mihua City that I chose to pick up the notes I received a year ago again.
Well, not for any other reason, but simply hoping that I can avoid the reaper's harm in this Mihua City.
With that, Yumiya Ren put down her pen.
This first entry in the diary is enough.
As for whether anyone will see it, Yumiya Ren wrote this diary with the mindset of being seen.
“It should be a diary exposure flow. I just hope it’s not an exposure targeting the entire world, but it probably won’t be. I remember that the exposure of the entire world should have been the past diaries being dug up.”
“Rather than an exposure flow, it’s more like digging up one’s cringy diary from their middle school days and turning it into reality. Instead of an exposure flow, it’s more like a middle school fantasy becoming real.”
Turning all the cringy middle school diaries into reality, creating an image of oneself as a behind-the-scenes big shot.
However, the key to that style is the past diaries, not the current ones.
Let’s take a look at the golden finger I have received.
It has been sitting idle for a year without a single word, and this is still the diary I just wrote, so it should be a diary of the exposure flow.
Different styles write in different ways.
The behind-the-scenes style definitely needs to be written impressively; otherwise, how could the behind-the-scenes flow in a cringy diary be better realized?
As for the exposure flow, it should still be written with sincerity. Sometimes, understanding each other a bit will prevent awkward topics from being written, so that when they meet by chance, it won’t be so awkward.
At this moment, in a huge villa, a girl with twin tails is holding a diary and reading.
“Wow~ I didn’t expect there really are such people in this world.”
The girl is filled with uncontainable curiosity and interest.
And she herself is a person with very strong initiative, well, a person who inspires strong initiative.
“Maria!”
After a while, a girl dressed as a Victorian maid walked into the girl’s bedroom.
“What is it this time, Nagi?”
With pink, fair skin, and a conservative maid outfit with a blue base and white collar, it completely conceals her figure, leaving only her cute face and a pair of fair hands exposed.
Just like that, one can tell that this maid is definitely a very cute girl.
“Maria, I came across something interesting!”
The girl, Sanzenin Nagi, has her eyes sparkling with excitement.
But the girl named Maria’s expression changed.
“Oh no, here we go again.”
Maria knows all too well what kind of nature the child she takes care of has—extremely curious and with a severe case of three-minute enthusiasm.
So, when this child starts to show interest, that’s when her troubles begin.
Maria sighed.
“So, what is it this time?”
“I discovered an interesting person!”
“Hmm?”
Maria felt something was off from the very first sentence. How could Nagi, who has been staying in her room and not willing to go outside, discover an interesting person?
“The window in Nagi’s room is quite far from the outside. Did someone come in?”
Maria’s inner voice almost discarded the entire Sanzenin family’s security personnel, and she deeply recognized that these people really can’t keep an eye on the yard.
“Nagi, you didn’t see someone in the yard, did you? Did the bodyguards outside let someone in again?”
“……”
Nagi’s face, which was just filled with anticipation, was now completely written with speechlessness.
“Maria, although those idiots are unreliable, they can still guard the house.”
“And Claude isn’t dead; how could he easily let someone in?”
Unexpectedly, Maria nodded slightly and continued the conversation.
“Indeed, Mr. Claude isn’t old enough for that.”
Nagi instinctively agreed, but suddenly realized that the topic had shifted, and she shouted loudly.
“Maria, that’s not the point! The point is that I discovered an interesting person!”
Seeing that the topic-shifting tactic didn’t work, Maria had no choice but to bring the topic back.
“Nagi, you never go outside. Where on earth did you find this person?”
“Well…”
Maria’s question left Nagi speechless.
Noticing the helplessness in Maria’s eyes, as well as the meaning of “I knew you were looking for trouble,” Nagi’s anger flared up, and she directly picked up the diary.
“I found them in the diary!”
“The diary?”
Maria looked at Nagi’s empty hands with a puzzled expression.
“Nagi, have you gone hysterical? You have nothing in your hands.”
PS: New book seeking data.