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"Eighty percent of the people saw their childhood; it seems that a person's aspirations are determined then, and the rest is just imitation. Have you found your ideal yet?"
"Yeah." Kevin nodded vigorously and said, "I want to be a fairy tale writer."
"That's quite a novel idea, but your talent in writing is not bad, you should be able to do it. By the way, have you eaten?"
"I have."
"Good. Look here, for the next day, you will become someone who cannot live without books."
"What are you planning to do to me again! No way, I suddenly really want to read a book, if I don't read a book I'm going to die!"
Having used the "Stimulation," Xiemen Waidao brought the scratching and clawing Kevin to the prison library, then left with peace of mind.
The books in the library were those they had moved there during this time, including the books of nobles that Tang Mo and others had brought in.
Upon entering, Kevin indulgently sniffed the ink fragrance around him.
