There's been a lot going on lately.

I have a 5,000-word essay to write, I have an English exam that I can't pass this time, and I have three half-baked professional courses to take the final exam—fortunately, I don't need to take the advanced mathematics test, which is more difficult to understand than the book of heaven.

After the exam, I have to enter the factory to work, assembly line, two shifts, and be an ordinary worker.

When I talk about these mundane things, it seems that I am very busy, but if you see that I still have time to complain, you can know that I am actually very idle.

After failing the college entrance examination, I lost the sense of urgency I should have for most things, and in short, I became lazier.

This laziness was fatal to writing, and I basically lost interest in writing itself.

Before, I was urged to keep writing by the readers who should have actually read more than a dozen of the 5,000 collections.

Until one day, a reader said to me sharply: You fool not only can't write novels, but also shamelessly plagiarize others.

In a fit of rage, I went straight to the Internet and said, "I won't write it." Then, in a ruthless way, he deleted the editor's contact information.

It can be said that I have cut off the back road, and it should be impossible for this novel to be put on the shelves, that is, I will not have commercial exchanges with any readers, and readers will read this novel, whether they scold or like, it is all free.

As for the tips of some readers, they are all stored in the starting point network, and if they do not reach a certain value, the website will always be saved, and it has nothing to do with me personally.

At that time, I had such irresponsible thoughts, so I forcibly let myself go.

"I don't write novels anymore!" At that time, I said this to myself like crazy.

After a while, one night, a scene suddenly came to mind - Luo Sha rushed to Orochimaru without stopping, and then was plotted and killed, before he died, he looked lonely in the direction of Shayin Village, and shed a tear under the scorching sun.

It was a very simple picture, but I suddenly remembered it, and then I slowly wrote it out.

After writing it, I was stunned for a while.

"Didn't you write it?"

"Why did you write it again?"

After repeated self-questioning, I got a helpless answer - I don't seem to know much about anything other than writing novels.

Even when moving bricks, the site foreman thought I was moving slowly.

Even washing dishes, the kitchen aunt thinks I wash slowly.

I may not even be able to find a print shop to print a file.

Even when I copy my classmates' homework, I may have to ask why I did it.

After reflecting for a long time, it turned out that he was such an unusable and unresponsive person.

So I came back and tried to continue writing this spin-off fanfiction with no particular speciality.

Because it's the only thing I can do that seems to make some sense.

This time, it has nothing to do with pampering, no interests, and even no responsibility, just coming back to do what you can do.

In fact, the new chapter was written for most of the time, but it was deleted again.

Now I am writing a new chapter from a different angle, and it took me more than 800 words to write intermittently in one day.

But I feel like I should be able to finish it today.

When, it's uncertain.

Today is November 28th.

After saying this, it's almost two o'clock in the morning, and tomorrow there is a whole day of classes, and I sleep.

Say good night, too.

That's it.