Chapter 229
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First of all, I would like to thank the readers for their subscriptions, monthly votes, and tips. In just a few days, there were three more leaders. Thank you.
The competition for this month's monthly votes seemed to be even more intense. Initially, I saw some students commenting that they didn't want to see single chapters and wanted to give out fewer single chapters.
However … today, I got to the tenth place in the monthly votes …
Of course, the tenth place in the monthly votes was also pretty good. However, when I was kneeling on the small bamboo shoot to write this single chapter, I couldn't help but feel a little unbalanced. 11 chapters in four days!
In the end, my ranking dropped …
I …
Let me analyze it with a scientific attitude. Could it be that the word "three" was too much and affected the monthly votes?
The intensity of the third chapter was really high. I didn't know how long I could last, so I just wanted to cheat one more … No, I just wanted to ask for one more monthly vote. Just one more monthly vote.
I should at least give this bird some hope of survival.
For the past four days, other than eating and sleeping, the only difference was typing on the small bamboo shoot, typing on the inner thighs, and typing on the essential oil (Thanks to the readers for their suggestions in the comments).
Only yesterday, it was really too boring at home. I carried my laptop, headphones, and keyboard and went to a small teahouse by the Yellow River to type. The bag was too small and the keyboard couldn't fit inside. I was afraid that I would lose it on the way, so I carried it on my shoulder like a senior brother, passing through the crowd with a smile on my face. This was the only entertainment for the past four days.
This bird's only motivation was to hope that the results of this book would be better. The previous books didn't have such good results. For a book to fall from the sky, I thought, I can't be dragged down by the updates. I don't want to regret when the next book flops. If only I had worked harder back then … worked harder … and wrote more single chapters …
By the way, writing a single chapter didn't take much time. The true feelings were typed out quickly, just like chatting. What hindered this bird's writing was not the writing speed, but the intelligence …
Write a single chapter to cheer me up and ask for another ray of hope.
Asking for monthly votes!
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