Elf Archer of Life in Another World

It’s the first day of the Lunar New Year in Beijing time and the 30th of the Lunar New Year in Canada time. This time should be just right for New Year greetings.

I'm cooking frozen dumplings, so I'll take this time to make some digressions.

It's been in need of updates lately.

I can't help but check Weibo every day to see the situation of the domestic epidemic. I don't know where you are, but no matter where you are, you must protect yourself, pay more attention to official information, and don't be too panic and pessimistic. The worst thing is that you will stay at home for a few days and become fat.

It’s too late to lose weight in spring.

Although I have been through the SARS lockdown in Beijing, I can’t stand and talk without back pain. I have some mental problems here. But in short, it’s always good to smile more (forget it if you smile bitterly). You can decompress yourself and others can decompress too.

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Let’s review this week’s update again.

Mainly because of Kavin.

After writing two chapters of "I Died Three Times", I suddenly felt a sense of relief, as if it was finished (not).

The content of these two chapters was polished when I started the book, but it turned out that the writing was still stumbling. I always felt that it was not good enough, and it was particularly bad.

First, because I am a liberal arts student, I cannot understand a lot of professional knowledge just by looking up information, so I can only try to ensure that the technical content does not make it look low-level and ridiculous;

Second, I am worried that there is too much foreshadowing for Mianmian, the transition from Mianmian to Niannian is not natural and reasonable enough, and the final choice of Niannian will be abrupt and other emotional description issues;

The third is the daily self-disgust...why my vocabulary is so small, my expression is so weak, why I am so wordy, why I type so slowly, etc.

For example, there is a sentence in the next article, "Her life is rolling with...". The second half of this sentence was quickly finalized, and the first half was changed again and again.

"Her whole life", "her life", "her happiness and pain as a human being", "her time and world", "everything about her as a human being", etc.

None of them look pleasing to the eye, including this one.

If anyone has better suggestions, please join me in reviewing them again.

There are indeed some issues that are not explained clearly enough, such as the reason for Pascal's suicide and the desperate choice in the end.

The former will not be mentioned for now, and the latter will be supplemented appropriately.

The reason why I didn't include these two chapters is because I was worried that it would affect the theme and rhythm of the narrative, so I pressed it temporarily.

The details of the following content are still being sorted out. I will sort everything out as soon as possible (before tomorrow evening) and resume daily updates.

The caravan is about to enter the continent of Gaia. The secrets of every year have been unlocked. The camp confrontation is officially online. The highly intelligent Nine-Colored Deer that has been offline for a long time has also made arrangements. The disputes between the three clans, the entanglement of forces, the confrontation between artificial intelligence and humans,

Dilemmas and breakthroughs in consciousness uploading technology, etc.

My responsibility is to ensure that the story is reasonable and exciting.

But please rest assured that being wonderful does not mean being stupid, there will be no changes in the emotional line, and there will be no male or female co-stars who are disgusting (Nick Lingchi warned), and there will be no one who will dictate the rules of heaven and earth.

The intellectually reducing behavior of listening.

To be honest, Qi Youfeng only appeared as a passerby at first.

As a result...he fell in love with Nian Nian just as I was writing.

I didn't even think about the specific moment when he fell in love with this girl at first...

The pen is mine, the keyboard is mine, but the characters are no longer mine, and I have to perform psychological analysis on them every day. I have almost transformed from a biological mother into a nanny.

I wonder if I can wait until the day when these people take care of me until I die? (??_???)

Finally, I wish you all a happy new year, peace, security, stability, stability, happiness, joy, and health.

2020, three million words, finished, go ahead!