I recently got a job and work from 8 a.m. to 11 p.m.

It's hard work, it's cheating, isn't it?

But I can't help it.

The book has not improved, the subscription is getting lower and lower day by day, I updated it relatively diligently a few days ago, four thousand a day without interruption, but the subscription in exchange for it has fallen to the bottom.

I don't blame anyone, and I'm not qualified to say that anyone is not, writing a book itself is a career that I love, love, and want to fight for for a lifetime......

Alas, all the helplessness, all the suffering, all the worries, are all in this sigh, and in reality I am also sighing, I am not strong enough, I can't live the life I want, too much realistic helplessness, so I have to make a choice.

Having said a lot, there is actually only one central point: there is no time, and the update will be reduced.

But rest assured, I'm a man with a bad temper, and once I open the book, I won't see the eunuch, so I'll still write it down until I'm done.

I never dared to say that I wouldn't be a eunuch before, because I was afraid of being slapped in the face and damaging my character, but after these two days of work, I thought of a lot, and the responsibility is the most deeply understood.

Without responsibility, without guts, he will always be a coward.

Having said that, there is nothing to explain, just thinking of the readers and friends who rewarded me, voted for me, and cheered me for comments, so that you can't have a good time, it's my pot, I won't shake this pot, and I will always carry it on my back...... Until the day I actually returned!

Scrap manuscript 3,000 respectfully. (To be continued.) )