June 5th

Sincerely. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Long Shu greetings, I am Du Zhibei senior.

If the leaves are clear, the twilight leaves.

The above is the ancient Shuhan Xia pen that you Song Ming and the senior told me, although I don't understand what it means, and it may not be appropriate to use it here, but I still added it for the sake of pretense.

After the senior left the mecha operation department, he changed a lot of old habits, but he couldn't quit his problems of pretentiousness and procrastination.

Has the old habit of drinking in the middle of the night been changed?

I heard that the school girl was admitted to the graduate school after graduation, and later joined the famous research institute to conduct research on ancient mecha runes. The senior was very pleased.

It's a matter of pride to be able to continue my academic studies, and after four years of hard work in the mecha operation department, I became a rocket artillery militia after graduation - and now a multi-turret engineer, which may not be my love for mecha operation theory enough.

Senior Song Minghe entered the Imperial Inquisition after graduation, and now he often criticizes my shortcomings directly and accurately on the Internet, this person is really harsh.

I remember when we founded the Kenda Chicken Literature Club at McDonald's, it was Minghe who pointed out the problem of the location of the inauguration ceremony.

In the end, we had to go to Kenda Chicken in a nearby neighborhood to carry a statue of an old colonel, and call Kenda Chicken to deliver a takeaway bucket for the whole family.

Maybe the McDonald's clerk saw my actions that day and thought I was a pedantic person who paid too much attention to etiquette, so she rejected my confession later.

But it doesn't matter, my favorite comedian is a Saudi Arabian who once said this proverb:

"Allahu Akbar!"

The translation of this sentence is:

Youth should have regrets.

was rejected by Miss McDonald's clerk, and the dream of a professional boxer was shattered, and he had to change careers to become a multi-turret engineer...... These are the regrets of youth.

And.

These regrets have made me who I am.

Of course, the above sentence is just trying to be handsome, I don't have any achievements now, and I don't feel sorry for any positive significance.

However, life as a multi-turret engineer is also passable.

If you're tired of studying mechas, let's do a multi-turret engineer too, and then I may become a famous figure in the multi-turret engineer.

In the opinion of the seniors, the multi-turret doctrine is ahead of the RPG in an all-round way, that is, there is more maintenance work.

The turrets of the multi-turret engineering battalion are as numerous as forests.

Because of the number of turrets, there are tens of thousands of minions like me in the barracks who are responsible for wiping the barrels, and no one pays attention to what I am doing.

So I spent a lot of time lying in the barrel of a cannon pointed diagonally at the sky, thinking about life and serious literature.

As I told you last time, I'm writing a third-rate novel called "My Roommate Really Has a Problem", which is a third-rate novel but serious literature.

You smiled and said that the senior had never been serious, and stabbed me three times with an iron skewer of kebabs.

At that time, did you want to murder the senior, or did you want me to go to you, the senior later held his stomach and thought for a long time.

The senior was working with a very serious attitude, more serious than ever, and there was an atmosphere of calm between me and the keyboard while typing, and there would be a few minutes of indescribable silence after we had drunk to decide who would pay, which was the feeling.

It's not going well. I also encountered various things during this time. All in all, I ended up updating it once a month or so, and each time it was more than 2,000 words.

At the beginning, I planned to spend 30 days to collect materials and ideas, and pour 30 days of mental energy into one blow, breaking the reader's defense in one fell swoop, and sending love letters from all over the country asking for a relationship, so that the seniors can also get rid of the single life by the way.

The results showed that I was overestimating myself.

The vitality bomb that continues to accumulate strength and hit a blow is too high for a senior. I'm like a long-distance runner who keeps stopping his training, standing in front of the starting line at the end of the month, but suddenly forgetting how to start.

racked his brains to piece together more than 2,000 words, which is also mostly perfunctory.

In the hallucinations I had after drinking too much, I often saw myself lying on the starting line and pretending to be dead, and the referee, who was supposed to be holding the starting pistol, opened fire violently with a Gatling, and the dense bullets hit my corpse to the bounce, and the readers in the audience were amazed: Look! Du stopped drinking that dead servant street and cheated the corpse again!

The senior lay in the barrel of the gun and reflected for a long time, was there a problem at the beginning of the monthly operation...... The answer is yes. To accumulate strength for a month, one should write two thousand words a day, write thirty versions, and send out the strongest bullet at the end of the month.

If I did, the coldest straight male reader would cry and write me a love letter, but luckily I couldn't.

So I want to write a few hundred words a day to update.

Novels published on the Internet should have at least two or three thousand words per chapter, who stipulates this kind of thing?

The senior decided to put aside the constraints of space and so on, and unscrupulously continued the serious literature "My Roommate Really Has a Problem".

Rather than pouring water into it in order to save up space, maybe this would be more in line with my philosophy. The more turrets the better, but the fewer words you have as a tool if you can fully express the meaning, the better.

The senior thought for a long time, junior sister, you stabbed me three times with an iron skewer of kebabs, did you mean "I want to understand the third-rate novel written by the senior in depth"?

So I wrote this letter to you.

If you want to read it, I'll keep writing it.

Looking forward to hearing from you.

A serious man

Du stop the cup

Also: I don't have time to write you a text message, don't blame it for delaying.

And again: You and Song Minghe said that it would become more and more strange for the senior to worry that I don't have a girlfriend, please don't worry, I can skillfully pretend that I have a girlfriend who has been dating for 20 years and is a childhood sweetheart, and the senior will not become a weirdo.