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This book is on the street again! I swear to God, I will never write a novel again until I starve to death! Even if I pick up garbage, beg for food, or steal a battery car, I won't write it! Ah... I received the 600 yuan for perfect attendance last month... Let's continue writing... ------ The saddest things in this world are those who are neither geniuses nor trash. Their writing is not good, they cannot write detailed outlines, they are constantly updating, they do not mess around with advertising in other books, they are anxious for signing contracts or recommendations, but they are helpless with the status quo. Three minutes of heat, I hate myself for not living up to expectations, and I am buried among the authors as the most common person, living the most torturous days... Their names are 'Fush Street Authors', and they wave their hands and say, "I'm here waiting for you."

Lin Chun, who was already heartbroken, was already sad enough As a result, a person who claimed to be from the future also came, a somewhat inexplicable guy (it seems that her brain is not working well) Lin Chun: "I want to go to the place where my dream with Xueer started three years ago!" The man from the future smiled happily and said: "Welcome to the earth ten thousand years from now."