I originally wanted to write tens of thousands of words, but on the one hand I was trying to calm down my mood. On the other hand, the new book was still being revised and before it was uploaded, I thought about finding the status again. Later, when I saw the number of words, it was so auspicious, so it was just finished.

It has been a year and a half since I wrote it. Looking back at the mood when I opened the book last year, how could a thing change? I haven’t written for too long, and I really have no state at all.

If your grades are a little better, you will be so arrogant.

Looking back, what I am most happy about is the time when the public version was not released.

Every day I think about how to unfold the subsequent plot.

Although there were not many readers, comments, and recommendation votes at that time, I was really happy about what I wrote.

I am outlining the world of flowers in my imagination bit by bit.

Under the pressure of being put on the shelves, the speed has accelerated, the plot is not coherent enough, the plot is scattered, the main line is unclear, and many problems all emerged all at once. I really felt uncomfortable at that time.

Fortunately, under these pressures, I actually made me feel less than two million words.

It's just a little short, just two million words.

I have to give myself a thumbs up.

Anyway, this book is all about it.

It should have ended in the first month of listing. I refused to give in and dragged it until now. I couldn't save myself, but I just survived.

I have been preparing for the new book for a long time. I originally planned to open it on both sides, but later I saw my speed, so I got it. I can’t figure out what it is. I still can’t figure out any of them, so I didn’t open it until now.

Now that I have finished writing this book "The Scumbag" and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and write the new book I want to write.

New book is still in the city.

What’s different from this book is that the new book is a real city, a real urban cool article.

I don’t expect it if you think you are happy. An old bone like me has been out of touch with the market for too long. I write something that I feel very comfortable, but many people don’t agree with it. I think it’s not working. You applaud.

The world is changing so fast, so I should just write honestly, this old coffin bag.

If nothing unexpected happens, the new book may be published next week.

The new book is a systematic text.

That’s all I have to say, this book will not change its state for the time being. When the new book is published, I will shout again.

I hope everyone can give you some face. When I advertise my new book, everyone can come and collect it.
Chapter completed!