Everyone is unique and believes that they are outstanding. I am not the only one!

Writing frees the soul and lets the soul fly. With such thoughts, it flies up. I never check the words after calculating, and I send them out as soon as I throw them away. Oh! I am so lazy, so willful, and I still never repent. I have to leave some mistakes to readers and criticize myself, and I am still so confident.

After signing the contract, I found out that the editor was a soft girl with a loli sound, and teased the editor first, and wrote in the back row. That's what I thought at that time.

Everyone is different, but you are by no means special.

There are so many sages who have teased the editor as their responsibility. The editor Fried Rice is such a good soft girl, who has been trained to become a queen by these villains. As soon as I finished speaking, I was locked up in a confinement room, commonly known as a small black room.

The small black room is not scary, but the whip is waxed or something. As long as the owner of the black room is not a black lace-shaped uncle. This time, I was locked up for half a month.

Then continue to write and continue flying, but this time it flew a little far away. Once my hand was not stopped, it was really only a little bit. One of my words was hung in the group for four hours. It was involved in pornography! Under that short paragraph, there was a sarcastic taunt of a stinky salted fish: "This little article can win the Nobel Prize in Literature."

The congratulations of the villains in the group, I am shameless and shameless, I am not proud, really.

"Hello, brother!" The personal news flashed. It turned out that the person was the unlucky guy who was first introduced to me because the description of the scene was too disgusting and was also publicly announced. The unlucky guy, who was "Fire Refining to Become an Immortal".

I chatted with this guy who came to me to comfort each other for a few words, but it turned out that we actually saw the tearful fellow villager. I secretly clicked into his work and took a look, and suddenly I lost interest in chatting with this guy.

His work has a fewer word progress than mine, but the data recommended by clicking the click is a hundred times that of me. The gap is so big that even a fellow villager, my brother doesn't want to continue talking to you. People are so cheap, right?

This enthusiastic guy insisted on continuing to talk about it. How did he read the work again and again, and he changed it again and again, and even started over and over again if he was not satisfied.

There is never any other reason for success, only hard work and serious attitude.

An old face really has nowhere to put it on.

In order not to be embarrassed anymore, I began to take it seriously from then on, thinking about every paragraph of text and every detail for a long time, and not spending time on the water group. (Because I am in the small dark room)

The editor-in-chief of Loli Sound (I always feel awkward, I should have a big baby face. I am actually a very serious person in my job. I didn’t dislike us just because I was still renovating the dark room. When I was discouraged, I recommended my works.

With a grateful heart, I started to write 6,000 words a day with an average of 6,000 words. Before I knew it, the number of words approached 300,000, and the data gradually improved.

It was not until a reader left a message, the author was a big shot, and I thought you should be on the shelves. I realized that I should face the gallows or the fires.

I took a look at my pitiful collection and recommendation and sighed. Who told you to be lazy to visit and leave messages everywhere to collect and support each other?

Regardless of it, my book is about survival and struggle, so let readers and protagonists walk together and burn the flames of life even more brilliantly.

Thank you again to the editor-in-chief Fried Rice Queen who made his contribution.

Thank you for the Tibetan Si Listening Wind "Fire Refining to Becoming an Immortal" that made me ashamed.

Thanks to the old villain Zhuge Fengxian for his "Tufuzhi", who hid hundreds of thousands of manuscripts and had a leisurely and happy day.

Thank you for your mood vest "Never be cowardly". If you work hard, you will always get rewards.
Chapter completed!