Who Asked Him to Be a Player? !

I can't believe I've actually written 100,000 words, I'm so happy. When I was writing the outline of the first volume, I was doubting whether I could really write hundreds of thousands of words as planned. Now I find that everything is going according to plan! So, if you write more, you will still make progress.

The synopsis and plot are all written down, and I am immediately at a loss. There is no hope of signing the contract, so I just treat it as practice writing.

My anxious heart finally died. I'm really sorry that I didn't let the discerning editor take a fancy to it. We are not good enough, so we can't insist that the editor is blind, right? Otherwise, I will become incompetent and furious, which is unnecessary. Fortunately, I only have two chapters left to finish the first volume. As for the second volume, I'll wait until I think about whether I want to write it or not. 90% Of the time I don't want to write it. After all, I really don't want to do it anymore by writing books purely out of love. Human hearts are also made of flesh, right?

I thought I would always be with robots, but now I don't even have robots anymore.