I am really embarrassed to write these four words, and I feel sorry for the book friends who have supported "The Scholar" for a long time. I originally planned to resume the previous two to three updates from today, but I didn't know that it backfired, so I ran up and wrote this in shame.
Release Notes.
The world is full of helplessness, and we cannot avoid it. What is even more helpless is that when you encounter something that you really want to hit someone, you still have to swallow your anger and let him show off in front of you.
Now there is only one update every day. In addition to Papaya not saving the manuscript, another reason is the evil exam.
It is said to be extremely evil, and everyone who has taken the exam must know it, so I won’t go into details here, so as not to touch the sad things. Originally, Monday this week was the final exam, and Papaya had prepared all the follow-up work, and he was very excited to arrive.
In the examination room, I expected to happily finish all the subjects I studied, and then go back to my dormitory to be a homebody. Little did I know that after the last file came down, all the examinations were suspended, and the time changed from one day to three days, and it was on Wednesday this week.
Friday, my God, I felt depressed after hearing this. The exam time was notified on Friday last week, and I hadn’t had time to review yet, and now it’s fooling me again. Changing my mind again and again, even if I have a strong heart
I can't stand the torture. I have no choice. Now I have to hold my brand new book every day, hide in the corner and chew hard. So I can't say when I will resume the previous updates this week. I can only be satisfied with the continuous updates, and then occasionally
If you can write a little more, just a little.
I really can't bear the concern of every book friend. If there is no change from above, tomorrow's exam time will be adjusted back. Next week's update will resume as scheduled, and in order to make up for the current shortcomings, I will try my best to update all book friends and repay the support of all book friends.
If I don’t write anymore, it will be nine o’clock. Regarding this year’s exam, the only word I have is “fear”. I am not afraid of the grades, but of the teacher, afraid that she will give me a score of fifty-nine point five to break my young heart.
Praying...
The requirements for small papaya are not high, only sixty points, and one more point is a waste.