I ate the bullfrog I wanted to eat before and poured half a bottle of Kuole. My lips hurt so much that it was almost my own, my cheeks were a little itchy, I was so dizzy that I wanted to sleep, and my whole body was sweating.

As the saying goes: If you don’t commit suicide, you won’t die.

There are many kinds of bad moods in a person. Today's mood is not bad, and it can only be said to be inexplicable irritability.

Maybe I'm irritating about my own failure.

I set a goal of 1,000 words and two hours, and from last night to now, I have coded two words. I don’t want to open the computer now. It seems that the more I restrict myself, the less I want to start writing.

I have decided to rewrite my novel that I have been suspended for more than a month and have all been overturned and started over again.

The pace this time will be much slower, and you may not be able to change a few chapters a month, but I hope you can correct it well. (After all attendance is gone, and if you don’t write a good novel, it will be nothing)

If I didn't write some thoughts on this book, it might be a not-perfect collection of short stories. (Is it still time for me to rewrite it now? / Cover my face /)

Compared to writing novels, I still prefer reading novels. The novels I read recently are from ancient languages, but the bandits in it are well written by the author. That is what I want, but my skills are not yet good, and the types are different.

(I write my thoughts here every day, and I haven't seen you read some classics to enrich yourself. It's really...)

My current state is: I think beautifully and don’t bother to do it.

(Who wants to see your thoughts on writing these things? It's really boring!)

Well... I wrote it for my future self. By the way, by the way, by the way, I read it for my current thirty collectors/Ahem/

(The collection is given by the system, do you know?)

I prefer that collectors are real people, even if they are not.

(You are really sick, and you are still asking and answering questions here, tsk!)

Because I am a sperm, I don’t accept the upper left corner and walk slowly but not to send you off!

(You can walk slowly in the upper left corner and you won’t be able to send me off. Who can see your text?)

I seem to be like a lunatic... Isn't it true, why isn't anyone there a barrage?

(Your self-enthusiastic texts, and you still want others to give you a barrage? Don’t waste other people’s precious second!)

I think I am a little pitiful, not the kind of pitifulness without barrage, but the pity that I have no one to chat with and have talked to myself for so long.

(You can't be pitiful, don't forget, you just do this to make up the word count)

What a nonsense... a big tail wolf!

(It's the Chinese Valentine's Day soon, are you anyone with me?)

Why did you start attacking yourself?

(You have to know that you are starting to like pink things now. How old are you, aren’t you sure?)

Don't you like the pink grandpa Mao?

(I like it, but do you have it?)

I... am angry with myself, and there is really no one else.

(If you have a grandpa Mao, I will not be able to confront you like this!)

Who still uses cash now...

(Stop silly, make money quickly! Isn’t your life good for buying and buying?)

Then... do I want to get rich overnight?

(You want to get rich overnight? I want to become beautiful overnight! Why daydreaming? Hurry up! Give you a night of time to adjust your state, and then I will try my best to make money!)

Okay, obey the order! We're so quick...

(return!)

Not leaving yet.

(Get me some more words!)

Enough...

(Is the bullfrog delicious today?)

You want to know? Please!

(roll……)

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Ahem, if you unfortunately turn to this chapter, please ignore the above text, and it’s better not to read the subtle dialogue.
Chapter completed!