Chapter 75

On the shelves again, 00:01 tonight, or 00:02, maybe there will be a delay.

At this moment, Old Cuo is sitting in front of the computer desk, combing his hair into an adult look again, wearing a handsome suit, feeling a thousand emotions, speechless...

This is my first attempt at a story where the protagonist participates in the main line rather than creating the main line; being able to persist until this moment is thanks to the tolerance and patience of all the readers.

I know many people followed from the last book; even if they felt it didn't suit their taste, they have always been supporting me.

The obvious feeling is that I was actually writing very lonely during the free period of the last book.

But during the free period of this book, I know many people are with me.

For this, I am deeply grateful.

Old Cuo doesn't think he is a person who can write everything well; it is because of you that you gave me the courage to try.

Everyone should find that I insisted on watering the group every day when I wrote the last book, never lazy.

Because I was very familiar with the previous story line, everyone's suggestions wouldn't affect my thinking too much.

But writing this book is different; I don't dare to look at qq now, don't dare to look at comments, only when I change typos will I glance at it a few times, and other things are troubled by my operations officer to help.

Here I also thank him, giving me feedback every night.

In addition, thank the editor-in-chief of the fifth group, Master Ink, for helping me look at data and give opinions, thank my former editor Transparent for cheering me up, and thank editor Zheyu for helping to look at recommendations.

This wave is their advertising space, remember to find them when submitting.

Transparent is easy to talk to, Zheyu is a great beauty, both are learned.

Then, let's talk about the mental journey during this period.

To be honest, I am not used to writing other types; after all, I changed a big category, and the thinking and writing methods are different.

Even my input method is not used to it, always writing some typos for me, not mature at all.

But the recent period can be considered better; at least I feel that I am writing more and more smoothly, without so many struggles.

In addition, because it is not too new, it may indeed have some improvement in status, so this writing process is still smooth.

Not like the last one, encountering those people who insist on malicious bad reviews every day with painstaking efforts.

Did not encounter the situation of being wantonly smeared by people in various dark corners.

Also didn't encounter people opening small accounts to fish, forcing me to say I brushed votes.

After all, those brothers with various tricks are still lukewarm until now, and I am already a great god, hehe.

But!

I still want to thank them.

Because when I wrote the last book, they were shouting every day saying where it was wrong, coming from xx, and it would collapse at 500,000 words.

Then I gritted my teeth and had to write to 1 million words.

Then someone said it would collapse at 1 million words, then I continued to grit my teeth, must write to 2 million words.

Because I need to prove myself, and also prove the thousands of them I represent.

It's not that I am qualified to represent them, but the situation pushed me to that cusp of the storm, so I can't lose face.

Still that sentence, Old Cuo's learning is not enough, doesn't know much, only has a heart of enthusiasm, nothing else.

Because there is no other profession, only know how to write for a living, so I am afraid of being sorry for everyone.

So I am trembling every day, like walking on thin ice, and I have finally persisted until this moment.

Old Cuo is bold enough to ask everyone for a first subscription support, to rush to the ten thousand subscriptions that I can't reach.

If I win, I am still pious; if I fail, I will keep my original heart.

Zero tonight, the moonlight is bright, although there are thousands of people, I will still go.

(End of chapter)