Chapter 1612
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The trump card of the game world had been revealed, and this world was coming to an end. It was time to make some arrangements.
I basically didn't sleep much last night. Although I drank a lot of coffee, I still looked like a drunkard. Wherever I sat, I would move around. After typing more than 500 words, his hands kept moving, but his brain refused to keep up. So when he finished typing, it was even more dry and tasteless than a biscuit.
Although he had applied for leave, he could still chat casually. Let's say, if I really won the lottery, for example, 45 million USD or something, would you really let me continue writing? I hope that everyone can use this question to put themselves in my shoes. It's time to analyze what's left of your humanity. As long as you nod your head, I'll immediately go buy a lottery ticket.
* Yesterday, someone asked me to share a list of Chinese books, but I couldn't find it. Let me say it here. I especially recommend Zhu Shenghao. What he wrote could be called Chinese. Really, it was elegant, interesting, realistic, and lively. His language was alive, and his prose writing was even better than Xu Zhimo's. What I wrote isn't called Chinese. At most, it's called Pretender 2. Don't look down on Impersonator 2. Let me tell you, there are still many aberrations out there. It was a pity that many of his works had been lost, and there were not many left.
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