Prologue: The Birth of the Homebody

The winds of ten thousand miles stir the clouds, gathering as banners to slay the black dragon! When I was five years old, the black dragon perished. Despite my mother's explicit prohibition, I became the one to take on the role of being sprayed in place of the black dragon. Thus, I developed a strong aversion to smoking, especially secondhand smoke. Luoyanqi is my name, but its meaning is certainly not as elegant as the poem my father composed. My father is a chain smoker, fond of puffing clouds and exhaling mist. The first half of the line, 'the winds of ten thousand miles,' is a mere abstraction, while the black dragon in the second half refers to a dog older than I am. My father enjoys taking a deep drag and then blowing smoke into the black dragon's nose, finding amusement in its struggles. In middle school, I gradually developed a dislike for men who smoke, and by high school, I outright began to dislike men altogether. Unfortunately, as a human being symbolized by an upward arrow, my attraction to women is significantly lacking, which has resulted in my having virtually no friends. Besides seeking solace in novels, comics, and games, I am perceived as a very peculiar person by others. I have an unflattering nickname that has been passed down from a country across the coast—otaku! However, I absolutely detest this title, just as I loathe that country.

A thousand miles of wind and clouds arise, gathering as banners to slay the black dragon

When I was five years old, the black dragon died. Despite my mother's strict prohibition, I still ended up taking the role of being sprayed in place of the black dragon. Therefore, I have a strong aversion to smoking, especially secondhand smoke

Luo Yanqi is my name, wwwhetushu.com. However, its meaning is certainly not as elegant as the poem my father wrote.

My father is a chain smoker, who enjoys puffing out clouds of smoke. The first part, referring to the vast winds and pure clouds, is merely a figurative expression. The second part, mentioning the black dragon, refers to a dog older than I am. My father likes to take a deep drag of smoke and then blow it into the black dragon's nose, finding amusement in its struggling and comical appearance.

During middle school, I gradually developed a dislike for men who smoke, and by the time I entered high school, I simply became averse to men altogether. Unfortunately, as a human being symbolized by an upward arrow in terms of gender, my attraction to women is significantly lacking, which has resulted in me having virtually no friends

In addition to seeking solace in novels, comics, and games, I am perceived as a very peculiar person by others. I have an unflattering nickname that has been passed down from a country across the coast—"otaku." However, I absolutely detest this title, just as I loathe that country.