It's almost three o'clock in the morning, and I just finished writing eight chapters, and I don't know how to ask for more monthly passes, so I can only update them desperately.

My goal is just to finish in the top eight in the category, because according to the situation this month, as long as I reach the eighth place, I will be able to win the monthly ticket prize.

There are not many monthly pass awards, but more of them are my obsession.

After fighting for twenty-seven days, I couldn't get it, and I was very unwilling.

You may think that it is not exciting lately, it is not good-looking, or you think it is watery, but I really tried my best, and I only went to bed before 2 o'clock in the morning one day this month.

Most of the time you can't see it, I'm silently coding until about two o'clock in the morning.

Since the subscription is not as good as the gods, and the readers are not as many as those gods, I only have to spell the update.

It's just that the harder I work, the more desperate I become, the previous Great Sage Biography has not been updated for two days, and the monthly pass still blew me up. This disparity is simply hopeless.

Should I give up, or buy some monthly passes to make a fool of myself?

No, even if it is defeated by humiliation.

Even the great gods in front of me must regard me as an opponent.

I'm going to do my best, too.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is for me. Every year as long as you live.

But the chance for the Taoist priest to compete for the monthly ticket award is probably only this once.

So I still don't plan to have a good time during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and continue to work hard to code words.

I don't expect a miracle, but I have to do my best, that's all. (To be continued......)