Recently, the environment has been complicated and the school is busy, so the update has been suspended for two weeks.

During my senior year of high school, which was the most stressful, I often had nightmares like zombie sieges and aliens attacking the earth.

Then I woke up, not the kind of waking up with nightmares screaming and sitting up on TV, but the picture slowly faded away, and I woke up gasping for breath, and my eyes were on the familiar top bed.

I once told my table mate about my dreams, and she asked me why I kept dreaming like this.

I held my chin alone, lowered my eyes, and told her in a very light and gentle tone:

"Maybe deep down, I'm looking forward to the destruction of the world!"

I didn't look at the expressions of my tablemates, but I guess it's the same as me now, I just want to kill the one who pretended to be forced to death.

Now that I think about it, it's just that I'm still in the second stage of secondary and haven't come out.

When I was approaching the college entrance examination, I read a lot of books, most of which were online articles, which was a ray of light in my monotonous and gray senior year of high school.

Later, I took the college entrance examination.

In the days after the college entrance examination, I read online articles day and night, and even wrote a few novels by myself, and tried to list the outline of the novel.

As a tall and strong female man, I rarely read those romance novels that kiss me and me, but I prefer these articles that fight monsters and upgrade.

Later, I went to another city to report from university, and for the first time I had a living expense at my disposal, and I searched the Internet for novels that suited my taste, which may be niche, but I still subscribed, commented, and sometimes rewarded the author. Tell the author of the silent code on the other end of the network cable, I like the world you write about.

At the end of my freshman year, I returned to my hometown and looked up the outline I had written during the long summer vacation at the end of the college entrance examination.

My mom asked me, do you want to write a novel?

Do you want to write, maybe.

After being a reader for so many years, I really want to try it out as an author.

So during this winter vacation, when I was stuck at home due to the epidemic, I sketched out the stories in my mind one by one with an incomplete outline.

My typing speed is very slow, I can only type about 800 words an hour, and I spend three hours a day on codewords, and watching the characters in my pen become plump little by little, the feeling of satisfaction is indescribable.

Later, school started, the midterm exam was coming, and something happened.

I thought I could handle the balance between studying and writing, but I was still too naïve, I couldn't breathe after the pressure of medical exams, and the current environment, I began to wonder, am I really suitable for writing online essays?

I thought that one day, I would have the opportunity to talk and laugh with the great god with the lead words that were typed out little by little.

But now, I watch as the door closes before my eyes.

I chose to stop the update, not to break the change. If it is not an accident, no one who has written an essay will be willing to let the characters disappear.

Sim Xue and her friends will always be there.

During the stoppage, I will save my manuscripts on time, hoping that after a while someone will tell me that I still have a chance to preach.

If the facts tell me that I really can't be a good writer, then I hope I can be a good doctor.

Thank you all for watching, and bear with my rambling.

(Bow)