Chapter 999
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This month's preview … should be the best one to write so far.
As you can see, because I went out (ate) (drank) (played) (had fun) last month, the progress of the update is a bit late.
So the content to be written this month was basically previewed last month.
Then … what should I say next …
Anyway, let's talk about some news that people like to hear, that is, I plan to be fully present in September and October.
Of course, it's still the same sentence, plans can never keep up with changes. Whether I can be fully present or not, even I don't know … this feeling of unpredictable updates must be very pleasant, hehehe …
Then I'll talk about a more unpleasant topic, at least I'm not very interested in this matter … That is the monthly votes.
You all know me, the number of times I talk about this in a year is limited.
However, recently, I observed the stars at night, pinched my fingers, and combined with the pattern of previous years to infer … I feel that at the end of this month, the starting point may have double monthly votes.
This is a rare opportunity, I hope that this month, students who have monthly votes in hand can hold on a little for me and give it to me at the end of the month.
Once you complete this mission, hehehe … there will be no benefits at all.
Was he motivated all of a sudden?
Okay, finally, I'll talk a little bit about my personal life …
My friends who have followed my account on a certain social media platform should know that the two of us have been planning our wedding recently.
I don't know why, but a lot of people seem to think that I'm a person from a well-off family, or even a rich second generation.
Here, I can tell everyone without joking that I am a poor third generation through and through. Maybe my family could be called a rich family before liberation, but not after the proletariat became the masters.
As far as I know, after liberation, my great-grandfather honorably joined the proletariat camp. His family's property was all confiscated, and his money was all gone. His second aunt was too deeply influenced by the old society and was afraid that she would also be confiscated, so she hanged herself. For the next thirty years, the old man had been cleaning houses for the people. He didn't get paid a single cent. Even the brooms and dustpans were bought by himself. From time to time, he had to submit a self-reflection report. No one knew what the self-reflection report was about. Perhaps the government at that time wanted him to understand by himself what it meant that "a scholar can be killed or humiliated".
So … those friends who think that my family is rich and I don't lack money, you're thinking too much. This doesn't mean that just because I write slower or ask for fewer votes, it means that I don't have to worry about food and clothing.
Although I always thought that I had the loftiness and strength of character of a so-called "scholar" in my heart, there were many times when I had to compromise with reality.
For example, right now, regardless of whether I can achieve full attendance or not, I have to write and update as much as possible for the wedding.
At certain times, compromising was for the sake of taking responsibility.
Men could never graduate from middle school, but men needed to make compromises for the people around them who were worth cherishing.
I originally wanted to use the above sentence to end this article, but after thinking about it, wouldn't it be better to add a "— — Vegeta" here?
Forget it, I'll just go and write the main text.
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