Chapter 861
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April, ninth in the monthly votes, a perfect ending.
At the beginning of the month, I began to pay my respects. Some readers asked, 'Don't you want the double at the end of the month?'
It was like this, a newcomer's new book, the city's tight recommendation resources. Without recommendations, there would be no exposure, and there would be no momentum.
The monthly votes list was a very strong list. To be able to occupy a place on the monthly votes list was equivalent to a very good recommendation.
A newcomer's new book could not think about going against the natural order of the monthly votes. As a bad old man who had a bit of an idea, he only asked for recommendations.
Speaking of the monthly votes list, more than ten years ago, Z University's Infinite Style came out of nowhere and fought for the monthly votes list. Lord Cat Greasy was the monthly votes champion for 12 years, and four books were in the top 50 of the monthly votes list at the same time, becoming a phenomenal event. A year ago in May, the son-in-law with a strange posture of more chapters than the main text, with the help of his book friends led by Ash Falling Sadly, reached the top of the monthly votes list in a single month.
These gossips made his blood boil just thinking about it.
It was May 1st, new moon, asking for a guaranteed monthly vote. Bad old man, not bad nor old, can still eat!
Gritting his teeth, he had to ensure seven days and seven nights.
Today's seven nights had already been submitted, asking for a guaranteed monthly vote.
Originally, he wanted to write a single chapter later, but when he wrote about tomorrow's update and wrote about a rare disease, he was scared out of his wits.
He wanted to chat with everyone to calm down.
Uh … not to keep them in suspense, but to write malignant high fever. It was not an unknown fever, but a malignant high fever.
At this point, he sincerely sighed with emotion. He had been a doctor all these years, and nothing had happened. He was really lucky.
Yes, Zheng Ren's + 16 luck was a skill beyond the outline. It might be a subconscious thought.
These few days, he had a little insomnia. The fixed time was to wake up at three o 'clock to update, proofread, and then write the next day's article.
However, for two days in a row, he woke up at half past two.
What should he do? There was still pressure. After all, in my opinion, the big climax had passed, and the rest was the daily routine of seeing a doctor and performing surgery. I was afraid that everyone would get tired of it.
Yesterday, a book friend said that it was starting to write. A normal life, always surgeries, I am very happy. You don't know, I go out to play, go out to eat, and it is much more tiring than writing surgery or writing about resuscitation.
Every day, my mind is thinking about the plot, how to do it better. Let's go crazy until the end of this book and rest for a month or two.
In addition, he was very happy to know that Lady Lin Lianlian was watching the surgery live broadcast room yesterday.
After the small talk, I would like to thank everyone for their support in April and request for a guaranteed monthly ticket for May.
A rotten old man, not rotten, not old, still able to eat!
Bow ~ ~
Asking for votes ~
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