It's the exciting launch stage again.

Whenever this happens, I wish I was born with blindness, severe cerebral palsy, muscular atrophy, and my family was disabled. I was still agile and determined to write and pursue my dreams. I won a few sympathy subscriptions to make my book not look too bleak.

However, reality is cruel. I have nothing except being handsome.

It is also very interesting to write about Master Kuangyan’s journey. I can tell you a very fun story.

In fact, this book belongs to the accident that an irresponsible man was born on a whim on a passionate night.

At that time, my focus was actually on another book, "The God of Talk" that I had already announced on the spot to be a permanent eunuch.

The content conception of Kuangyan Master was far earlier than that of "The Talk Gun God", but at that time I was immersed in the unparalleled sorrow that even if I was so beautiful, I would lose my mind. So I slapped my forehead and knocked on the beginning of a novel article to motivate myself.

I urgently want to prove that geniuses are geniuses, and geniuses can make money even if they write novels.

The ending was that I was tragically defeated. Hehehehe... (I touched my nose awkwardly.)

The question about the achievements of the chattering master was stopped, and we will continue to talk about how the crazy talker was born.

The reason is very simple: it is too painful for me to update the chattering Gun God. I don’t know what kind of barren thing I wrote, and I can’t find the kind of passion that I wrote in "The Realm" that I was constantly full of joy and meticulously crafted.

I decisively gave up on "Gun God" and wrote the first draft of Master Kuangyan. I was impressed by the cold and sexual style of writing that came to my face, and was deeply moved by my own writing talent.

Then I went to major platforms to contribute.

Then I cast a total of five editors' emails.

Either it is just a rock sinking into the sea or it is simply "not meeting the signing standards".

He died before he succeeded, and he lost his wife and his troops.

From these several consecutive failures, I quickly summarized the current situation:

∵A little white article like a chattering gun god can sign a contract and pass the review by simply clicking it at the beginning.

Also, the crazy teacher carefully crafted and revised it repeatedly but could not pass the review.

∴The editor is not optimistic about Kuangyan Master, and this book cannot cater to market demand.

After reaching this conclusion, two roads seemed to open in front of me.

One is to continue to go back and write a little article honestly, pretending to be a pig and eating tiger, breaking up the engagement and rebirth with the golden finger, slowly accumulating the number of words, accumulating popularity, and waiting for the day to make a comeback.

One is to act recklessly according to one's own will and then pounce into the abyss.

It took me about 47 seconds to consider right and wrong, consider right and wrong, reflect on myself, and review my mistakes.

Then I thought:

Go to the fuck market.fuck!the!whole!world!

For me, what is writing a book?

It is like, royalties, dignity, happiness of communicating with like-minded people, capital for my independence, and lifestyle that I yearn for and have always been committed to realizing it.

But if I have to exclude all the above factors and leave only one. Then I can say without hesitation that if you like it, it's OK.

Without considering any external factors, if the market treats it as garbage, then I will continue to write garbage. I am only responsible for providing you with stories that I think can be called "story" as much as I can.

Just kidding, I'm very strong, I'm a genius, how could I write a bunch of garbage?

What I want to tell you is a cool story.

Without routines, without templates, without gold fingers, it's all cool. It's like Lan Silin doesn't mind pulling down the lane-changing lever and killing four innocent lives. It's meaningless, but it's cool.

I will write it seriously. And since there is no pressure, I will definitely ignore all external factors and finish it. Just read it carefully.

Thank you to the editor Ziliang for taking me in so that I can pull more innocent teenagers into the fire pit. Next I will start to be slutty, you all will go a little further.

I am Mengchang, a writer who works as a free-spirited school, and I believe in the teachings of Feitian noodles. I have no grades in writing books, but I am very handsome. Please chat with blind dates.
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