We are the first one.

At that time, I was in the group and told my friends more than once that my hands were shaking, my lips were numb, and my mind was blank. I couldn't remember how to write a thank you word.

Then, let’s start with the blank space and count wherever you say.

When I started to come into contact with martial arts novels in the second year of junior high school, my life was almost blank except for this.

When I started writing novels in my sophomore year, my life was almost blank except for this.

Is it because of addiction? I think it may be because of laziness or fear.

My laziness is reflected in my academic skills.

My fear is reflected in the world.

I don't want to expand on these things, I just want to say, what makes a lazy guy spend more than ten hours a day lying in front of the computer desk to write? What makes a timid guy slowly communicate with people, build groups, and interact with them from autistic writing?

I never deny the driving force of the money, nor do I deny that writing will make me feel a little superior among people of my age and class.

But for a young man born in a well-off family, which is more important than playing games and reading novels easily? What about wearing and tear health?

What is the use of superiority to a slutty man who even has a problem with expression skills? What about the comparison between truly heroic talents?

So, what I want to say is that I am very tired and I am very inferior.

The above seems to be a confession of a pessimist.

But in fact, my friends, what I want you to know is that I am very happy because of writing books; I am also very free and easy because of writing books.

What I like most is to lurk in the book review area, post bar, and QQ group after the chapter is updated, and watch your discussion of the plot; what I enjoy the most is naturally your support and praise.

In the office, I am not in conflict with the world and never care about the gains and losses there; on the Internet, I will be depressed by the criticism of any reader, and then think about it, or simply make corrections secretly.

It's all because of you, my friends,

I am a slutty person, I am a clumsy person, I am a vain person, I am an immature person.

Such a guy should have encountered walls everywhere in society, but he is now living so happy - at least in the online world, always so.

This is all because of you, my dear friends.

This "finished month" that I ate after being fated by my back on my word, I wanted to compete for the first place at the beginning. At the beginning, I thought that in the name of thefinished month, I might get 6,000 votes, or to 8,000 votes, and maybe I could get a surprise without particularly big competition. But within a few days, I learned about our competitors this month...

I still remember my bitter smile.

But in the early morning, I sat in front of the computer, looking at the information I was brushing through in the group, the website, and the post bar. My mind was dry, and I could say it again, my hands were shaking and my lips were numb.

I know that thousands of book friends, from the beginning of the month, have been working all the way to the end of the month. The fundraising posts in the post bar are hanging there, accumulating strength at all times, waiting for the final outbreak; and in the lock screen sprint that saw the ghost in just twenty minutes, we had almost no references, and we were completely crazy and we were in a crazy show of support. The final result, let us remember this number:

31145!

And all this is because of me... because of my works?

Haha, I suddenly realized that I was quite pretentious as I talked about it.

But I still want to say, friends, maybe you don’t know how a slutty writer expresses his feelings.

In fact, I have already written it in the book: People are alone in the world, with small circles, large circles, or unknown to the world, and the images reflected are different, but relatively speaking, the wider the contacts are, the clearer the understanding of oneself will be.

Yes, friends, you are actually my reference, my coordinates. I do not have the ability to make a name for myself easily, nor do I have the awareness of recognizing my nature. So I can only rely on you and everyone to discover the essence and significance of my life as much as possible.

I've always thought so:

A scholar dies for his confidant, and I am willing to live for my readers.

I have written so many things in a daze, and I have any typos or meanings above. Please understand.

Weight loss expert
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