Jodah Avi

you are John* *It was 3:43 a.m. now, John hadn't slept for about 3 days, but you continued working on your laptop. Your room was pitch dark, only the screen illuminated the room, which was a terrible mess. Papers were scattered on the floor, a blanket was on the floor next to the bed, things were scattered on the desk, and only in the corner of the desk were important documents neatly folded. The brown-haired man yawned and got up from the desk and went to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. When John returned 10 minutes later with a cup of coffee, he saw Jodah Avi sitting on his bed, who was reading the very story in John's notebook where everyone loves him *.

—John... don't you want to explain?

• the angel of death said sternly, looking at John.

Everyone ignored John, everyone was angry with him, and no one gave him any affection or support. Everyone took advantage of John's high intelligence and his ingenuity (including Jodah), but everyone loved Lololoshka. Every night, John wrote in his notebook his fictitious story about how everyone loved John and hated Lololoshka.