What bad intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 93: Remarks on the Release

Thank you very much for following me here.

If you can see this author's words, it means that at this moment, you have finished reading the last chapter at 11:58 pm on Thursday, and have contributed an effective follow-up to this book.

I really thank all the big guys for still being willing to follow me to the latest chapter when the author updates so slowly. I am really grateful.

The author is a part-time writer. Under the premise of ensuring quality, time is tight and the task is heavy. Sometimes it is really difficult to achieve the effect of burst update.

But today I caught up with the outbreak of this small climax. This is really a kind of luck. Although this book failed to impact Sanjiang this time, the author will definitely work hard to break through himself and strive to write better and more chapters.

Well.

The author paused here.

There are some things I want to say, but the author doesn't know how to say it.

Frankly speaking, the success rate of this impact on Sanjiang is very slim. I knew it from the beginning.

The author is not a smart or talented person. After three years in the industry, he is still a pure rookie.

But this time I am so close to Sanjiang, so close.

Regret? There should be.

But I want to say.

I have never doubted myself.

I didn't when my average score was 300, and I still didn't doubt myself when no one responded to me and I wrote 1 million words alone.

I am a person with very poor talent. This poor talent means that if others work hard for one point, they can get 100 points. If I work hard for one point, I am afraid I can only get one point.

And I am a lucky person.

In life, isn't it the greatest blessing to get a harvest for every effort?

I am deeply grateful that I am qualified to work hard, although I am still a rookie who can only update twice a day.

Haha.

To be honest, in the online writing industry, you seem to see many geniuses that you can't come into contact with in your daily life.

Wow, you are so ashamed to see them, this is amazing.

You have read the supplementary books to pieces, patted the railings, and thought out things with all your heart, but others may be able to come up with them with just a snap of their heads. When you read what he wrote, you can't imagine it at all. How can a human brain imagine such a thing?

You have almost spent your whole life studying "Story Strategy", "Writer's Journey" and "Save the Cat". They don't need supplementary books at all. They rely on their talents and are superb, leaving you behind shouting "Fuck".

Alas, to be honest, when I was a reader, I thought it was easy to be an author.

It seems a bit exaggerated to say that I am inferior to others in every way, but sometimes, I still feel a little sad because of my stupidity.

But it doesn't matter. I am good friends with talented players. Putting aside the identity of authors, we have a good personal relationship, hehe.

Although I can't imitate them - talented players can't be analyzed, let alone imitated.

But I never doubt myself.

I always believe that I can do it. My current performance is much better than before. I want to be a paid player, although I am still very bad and can only update twice a day. (Shameless)

Hahahaha!

Well...

In the end, in this business, I think the most important thing is...

When you witness the huge gap called talent with your own eyes, do you have the courage to take a step towards the sky like a flower growing on a cliff?

I often feel like fate whispers to the warrior.

He asks me to overcome self-doubt, overcome fear, and move towards the goal.

And I always respond to him.

Haha, this seems a bit second-year.

In short, Sanjiang is gone this time.

The next step is to attack the boutique!

I wish me and everyone that on the road of life, life has a goal, hard work has a response, and life has hope.

Please keep accompanying me in the future!

Well, it's time to go to bed.

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The above is written last night, and this is the author at noon today.

What the hell did I write last night...