Sorry, I cut.

Let's get down to business first. The Qqun number is at the top of the comment area, and after entering, the qun master is me.

Please ask those friends who have rewarded me to come to Penguin to find me a refund with the tip record or screenshot of the fan value.

I'm sorry I failed to live up to your expectations.

-----------------

The main tone originally set by the book was light-hearted comedy. Many of the characters of the protagonist and supporting characters are designed to be funny.

Most of the plot, including the next chapter, is also designed around creating jokes.

But as I said before, I can't laugh at all now.

So I've been struggling with it for the past few days, is it funny to write like this next? Isn't it a bit forced? Isn't it embarrassing? Can I really write these jokes?

But if you don't write the plot according to the original design, suddenly change the style and improvise the plot, can you really write it well? The answer, I'm afraid, is even more no.

So in the pain and entanglement of these few days, I finally realized:

The failure of this book is far more than the bland plot and thin characters in the early stage;

What's worse is that it sets an unchangeable, light-hearted tone — a story that is completely in conflict with my current gloomy state of mind.

That's the worst thing.

I'm choking tears and telling jokes, and I can't even do what I call myself.

Writing like this again will only lead me to endless self-torture, and the book will completely become a long-form serialized "leave note".

Negative emotions are contagious. Everyone reads books to have fun, not to be unhappy. If this continues, I'm afraid it will be difficult for everyone to laugh.

So it's better to get out in time. Let yourself go, and save everyone from emo with me.

-----------------

The current plan is to rest for a while longer.

I no longer shy away from medical treatment, go to see psychological counseling, and then talk seriously with my family, trying to recover my mentality.

This story, to be honest, I don't want to give up either. Because I really put so much effort into coming up with it.

My current idea is to reinvent it and retell it in a style that suits my mood better.

But I don't dare to pack the ticket now, saying that if I rewrite it, I will definitely be able to write it. After all, if it really writes a book like this, it may still have more poisonous points than it does now, and it will not attract fewer negative comments at all.

At the end of the day, you still have to get over the mentality.

If you don't adjust your mentality, you can't bear the pressure, and it's useless to say anything.

So, if this happens again next time, I don't need to insist on it.

Perhaps, at that time, I should seriously accept the fact that I am indeed an incompetent and untalented writer, and it is really time to say goodbye to everyone.

Finally, I'm sorry. Anyway, I failed everyone.

I shamefully gave up.

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.