I don’t have any hope, and it’s really a pity that I couldn’t finish it. I’m sorry that I didn’t let everyone have a good time. After all, I read all the depressed chapters, but as soon as there was a better result, this happened. I won’t give up on this novel, and I will continue to write it as long as the ban is lifted, but before the ban is lifted, I will want to conceive a new book or a basketball essay, and I already have ideas. If it goes well, I will meet you soon.

Now I look at the dozens of chapters of the papers on the computer, and I don’t know what to do. From 2O18 to now, I have only stopped changing them once. It has become a habit to write. Whenever I think my mind is exhausted and I can’t write a new basketball essay, an idea suddenly flashes out of my mind, a new role, a new life, so I know I can’t stop.

Like most of you, in the eyes of others, I am a boring person, a mediocre person, a monotonous person, a person who is often dispensable and always dispensable. That's right, even if this is a fact, I'm trying every day to prove what all the power of such a mediocre person, such a person with no strength. The basis for my persistence to this day is love, not hate, enthusiasm, not calmness, I often fall into great failures and setbacks, which is a fact. But my heart will still return to peace. I think this is the purest me. On this platform, as an ordinary online writer, I work diligently, from January 1 last year to today.

There is a large paragraph above that I set up for Louis M. Lore. Later, he would say this paragraph in a plot, but now I don’t know if there is any chance to write it.

When I read this passage back, I feel that it can be used on myself. Everyone wants to be, but we are all just Louis who thinks he is omnipotent.

I actually have nothing to say. If I had "sweared" too much earlier, I might not have been the same today.

I'm just very unwilling, especially unwilling.
Chapter completed!