Whenever Xianyu walked into the shop, everyone reading there would look at him and laugh. Some called out, "Xianyu, you've gone on hiatus again!" He didn't answer, but said to the shopkeeper, "Give me a satisfying novel, but no womanizer protagonists." Then he laid out nine VIP points. They deliberately raised their voices and shouted, "You're planning to abandon another novel, aren't you?" Xianyu opened his eyes wide. "How can you slander me out of nowhere..."
"Slander? I saw you post a chapter with my own eyes the day before yesterday, and it was short again." Xianyu's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead as he argued, "You can't count a novel's... its word count as words! An author's work, can you call that slacking off?" Then came a string of incomprehensible things, like "writing isn't easy" and "writer's block," making everyone burst out laughing. Inside and outside the shop, the air was filled with cheer.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
The little author, who is not updating the article, holds up his two ears, cuts the arteries and veins, and remains motionless, so cute. The young author, if he doesn't update his articles, inserts needles to destroy his brain and hangs him up. He sticks hydrochloric acid on his belly, and he crawls around so cutely. The young author, who doesn't update his articles, is locked up in a cage and given electric shocks after hanging his tail. It's so cute to feel sad and depressed. The young author, without updating the article, pinched the left and right breasts, cut open the thorax and performed a laparotomy, the blood was so cute. The young author, who did not update the article, was injected with anesthesia and tied up, and his cecum was cut and sewn up. His eyes were dull and so cute. The young author, if he doesn't update the article, digs out his eyes and lifts them up, cuts off his bladder and cerebellum, and his dying struggle is so cute. The young author, who did not update his articles, tied his hands and feet and hung them up, using leather whips, candles, and electric batons, and he screamed so cutely.
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Alas, I finally found such a good book in Feilu. It's a pity.
I fell into a trap and said I couldn't understand what was written.