My Return to Life

After writing the title of the chapter and preparing for the next chapter, I suddenly had a stomachache and went to the bathroom.

As soon as I came back, it was a good thing, and I was inexplicably uninspired.

Can this brain get any more fucked up?

So that I can only post a single chapter here and moan without illness.

Every minute wasted will be an extra minute of fatigue tomorrow.

Just very angry.

By the way, I want to rant again.

MMP, I just found out I'm really trash.

The gap between rushing to the street and not rushing to the street is astonishingly large.

For example, every time you scan the list to read a book, you open a book at random.

I thought to myself, what did I write on the horse, and then my grades were soaring.

Okay, I'm trash, I admit it.

It's nothing more than wanting to be sour.

But what is more annoying is that I found that when I hit the street, no matter how explosive it is, it doesn't matter.

Trying my best to update a 290,000-300,000-character word every month is of no use.

When I wrote Shenhao before, if I update 10,000 words someday, I can’t wait to hang the whip.

This comparison is very heartbreaking.

19 hours of waking up a day are thinking, writing Nima Hammer novels, explosive hammers, are you not afraid of sudden death?

If you have this time to do something, can you still starve to death?

Not without a job?

After thinking about it, I still code when I have time.

People are cheap, obviously no one takes you seriously, and you have to find an excuse to convince yourself, what if you see more and more.

Then I discovered a heart-wrenching fact, the more you read, the more you don't read.

For example, many people watched during the second watch this month, but no one watched it at the third watch.

After complaining, the soul still hasn't come, the code words still have to go, and you don't deserve to sleep on the street.