Through repeated setbacks and blows, I realized my shortcomings and strengths, my shortcomings and strengths, I was very clear about my starting point and the resources I could mobilize, and I could see clearly my position in this vast online world.

For us, what is meaningful and what is futile, how can we make the best plan based on our own situation to play to our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, cultivate our abilities to the greatest extent, mobilize and integrate resources, seize opportunities, improve platforms, avoid risks, and achieve our goals.

I understand what is called destiny, which is irresistible, which is luck, probability, which requires time accumulation and experience accumulation, and understand human limitations. On this basis, I also understand what I can do, which can be influenced by human subjective initiative, which should be pursued and acted hard, and should not be given up easily.

I really didn't pay attention before, it was so sad! But maybe the colder I got, many creatures wouldn't be able to hold on. It seems that fate is very miserable, but this is not sad. This is the survival of the fittest!

You won’t understand, what people like us at the lowest level will understand. If you understand, then I’ll just write a lot! If you all understand, then you don’t have to read my novels, right? Let’s say that in this world, the world is cruel, and sentient beings are just dying. Eat each other and eat each other, approaching our feet, coming!

There must be something better in the world. Beautiful things are fragile, just like my works, they are particularly fragile things, and they feel that they are on the verge of death. But as long as there are one or two clicks, I will not stop my battle, and I will continue to fight until the last moment.

I don't know much about the moths in our hometown. But this kind of creature is really a very fragile creature. A terrifying creature is really a very sad thing, and it is undeniable. But it is not beautiful. After all, we are all so ordinary, we are not the most beautiful, but we are all the same fragile, but we all have such stubbornness that is understandable. This is us.

They thrive by darkness and cold. Just like my God instructed brothers, we are all in everything, growing up in this cold and lonely darkness. As long as we are not afraid of the cold, we will not be defeated by this cold. On the contrary, we will become stronger because we have adapted to this difficult day.

Unfortunately, I am no longer young, no longer a child, and I can’t do it again. If I lose this time, I will never have a chance, so I can’t lose. I can only persevere. No matter what the result is, I can’t lose. I must win. Readers, I have explained to you. I will use my determination and my perseverance to fight.

For things that should belong to me, I must fight for them myself. I wish I would not miss it anymore. I hope I can hold on for a long time. I am not an author who can rely on others. If I need me, I will insist on doing it myself, rather than waiting for others to help me do it. I would rather do it myself, so that I can enjoy the process of my hard work and the process of fighting with feeling this passion.

Maybe we have never realized it, nor do we know what kind of author I am. Yes, it doesn't matter. What I want to say is that it may be difficult for you to recognize it. I really need you to collect it for me. Although I have not used it for such a word, I still have to say it so that I can make myself feel more comfortable, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable when you know it. I also show it very clearly, but what I hope is that in time... we can have more communication so that I can write books better.

Of course, I would be so frank. It’s not that I can’t do it. There is no way. But I have been quite happy in the past few days, because your clicks have really increased by several points. That’s how much effort I have put in to increase these points. I’m also drunk, but I’m even more tired, but I don’t feel tired. I feel that I’m not tired at all. I have to continue working hard to make myself more successful.

I write quite frequently and persistently write my own novels. However, I never regret the efforts and decisions I made. I am also very clear about my own writing skills, but the fact is... You may not see why I am not strong enough in reality and have to force myself to do it. This is my real attitude towards difficulties. Readers, I know you will be very unbelievable.

Well, at this time, should I express my inner excitement? What I want to say is: "Now, everyone who is reading my book, I feel like this about myself coming to this vast online world, that is, my heart is full of adventure, and I have an extraordinary impulse to keep writing, that's it. Here, our future seems to be full of possibilities. Is there anyone who is reading the book like me? I can find warmth and friendship here. This feeling is really incredible, but to this day, I want to say whether it can be continued to see you all, haha."

What I also want to say is that one more reader; one more way out! One more reader; one more happiness! One more reader; one more surprise! One more reader; one more concern! One more reader; one more care! One more reader; one more wisdom! One more reader; one more wealth! One more reader; one more thoughts! One more reader; one more sunshine! One more reader; one more warm! One more reader; one more comfort! One more reader; one more encouragement! One more reader; one more spring breeze! One more reader; one more perspective! One more reader; one more sky! One more reader; one more wonderful! Let us interact with more and more readers.

Is my novel like this? If, as you said, my novel is really ridiculous and pretends to be sad. I really say it, and describe the desires... pain and loss. I have no experience. In fact, everything I know is obtained in this vast online world, not from real insights in life, so all this I have come up with is unrealistic, and is very ridiculous and ridiculous!

And in the novel I persistently describe the torture of love, and I clearly know nothing about it, but I can’t talk about it, so I write so hard, and what am I talking about dreaming about? What do I dream about? Is it a good woman, a beautiful woman or a beautiful girlfriend I imagined?

Should I want to find a pure soul or something so that I can save her? Is she waiting for me to save her? I want to say that all of this is an unknown. The reader doesn’t know, and the author doesn’t know that the girl is not a wounded bird, waiting for a kind person like me to save and a man like me to take care of. Is this what we readers want? Is this perfect? ​​I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it yet.

I like those who keep their promises and do what they say. I don’t like hypocritical people. What I say is like spitting saliva, blowing away without a trace in time and the breeze... I don’t have a home under the imperial city, nor do I have a foreign parents. I can only grit my teeth and write desperately, squeezing my head among thousands of troops, in exchange for one or two clicks on the Internet, and I still have to work hard to get an ordinary life. But at this time, don’t treat children like us who have never given up on our efforts as fools.

In this vast online world, there is a saying that we have always been circulating in Mama Village Primary School, that we don’t work hard and grow up next door. In high school, teachers always like to educate students. The college entrance examination is like crossing thousands of troops to squeeze into a single-plank bridge, and those who can’t squeeze fall down. In this vast online world, I think it’s even more difficult for us to write successfully, because there are more people here, more talented people, and more people who want to succeed, so people like us become more inconspicuous.

The college entrance examination and the road to becoming a god are indeed a single-plank bridge, but this single-plank bridge has long become the survival rule of the common people, and the nobles have long gone to play other games. After the college entrance examination scores were released, and after we wrote about it for a while, there will be some joys and sorrows, and a new round of volunteers and directions for millions of people. In the face of the entanglement of whether the graduation trip is Europe, America or Oceania, we can only set up a table in our village to complete our celebration of joy. What we do is so obvious in front of others, and everything we do seems so thin and powerless. Ah!
Chapter completed!