Is the author a eunuch?
At 2:17 in the morning, I was still staring at the cursor on the computer screen, and my brain hurt as if someone had twisted it with a wrench.
There was a third bucket of instant noodles on the table. The noodles had soaked into a paste, and there was a layer of solidified oil floating on the surface of the soup. I poked my chopsticks in, but didn't reach all the way, so I simply gave up on having a late-night snack, picked up the cup and took a sip of cool coffee.
Damn, it tastes as bitter as Chinese medicine.
My name is Shen Yanshu, I am twenty-six years old and a full-time online writer. It's embarrassing to say it. I wrote it for three years and finished each book with an order of RMB 370. I can hardly even pay the rent. The book "Revelation of the Abyss" I have now is even worse. Two weeks after it was released, the collection has just exceeded 200, and there are only three people leaving messages in the comment area - two scolded me for poor writing, and one asked "Is the author a eunuch?"
I actually feel like my writing is terrible.
