The total additions are:
15+20+18+8+5+10=76 seems like too much to pay off in this lifetime, but it is not.
I plan to update 6,000 words basicly + 4,000 words extra after the release, and 10,000 words daily.
With only 76 chapters, I can only update 10,000 times a day for 38 days at most, which is just over five weeks.
That’s all!
Describing it this way, it seems like I’m working very hard—and I am working very hard indeed.
Most of my old readers know the pressure I’m under.
I don’t have any material desires, I don’t want to buy a house or a car, and I’m not in a relationship now, but my family needs me to support it.
Some time ago, in order to earn more money, I chose the most desperate way of playing: opening two accounts at a time.
And they are two different sites, two completely different western fantasy books with completely different ideas, it's so funny.
Then at the beginning of this month, after this book showed improvement, I finally made up my mind to temporarily put that book on hold and increase the basic word count for updates to 6,000 words.
In October, I wrote two books at the same time, one with 150,000 words and the other with 120,000 words, totaling 270,000 words, with more than 9,000 words updated every day.
Looking back, wow-
That fucking life is simply not a life for a human being.
If I had not started two books at the beginning and only written this one, I would have 120,000 words in my manuscript now! What a wonderful life that would be! Unfortunately, there are no ifs in life, only moving forward.
Are you under a lot of pressure
Very big.
Do you accept your fate
I don’t recognize it.
Hard work may not always bring satisfactory rewards, but without hard work you will never get any rewards.
As for my life, love and everything else, just let it be.
When everything is settled.
When I no longer have to suffer and be confused about making a living, someone will naturally come to love me.
Once upon a time, I was in a relationship, working and studying, and writing and updating at the same time.
But now, the six-year relationship is over, I have graduated from school, and I have quit my overseas job.
The money I earned from living in Africa for two years was used to fill the holes left by my family. I have paid off forty or fifty of them, and only the last dozen or so are left, which is almost the entire amount.
Ah——If I had known that working full-time would be so difficult, I would not have quit my job early and returned home.
Anyway, it seems that there is nothing left in my life now except being able to write and leave some stories.
Just typing.
Then just bury your head in writing.
Create a story, leave something memorable.
There’s no need to worry about me breaking down and the book dying, I’m not going to let that happen.
I don't have any other advantages, but I keep my promises.
The main point is to exchange sincerity for sincerity!
It is no exaggeration to say that I have a strong ability to withstand pressure!
(Akick on hips)
[The following is a 6,300-word story of Xiaoba's 25 years of life. It's a little sad, but still exciting? Anyway, there's sadness in the beginning. If you don't want to read it, you can just scroll to the next dividing line! ]
When I was four years old, my father died of leukemia, and my mother and I became dependent on each other.
I don't really have many memories of my father. More than 20 years have passed, and I only remember the last time I saw him.
And the two things he did, he came downstairs on crutches to take me to buy ice cream.
Also, he did not arrange his affairs after his death properly. He did not let down other outsiders, but only let down my mother and me. He was an irresponsible father and husband.
(Okay, I admit that in my previous novels, the male protagonist often killed the "father" character with his own hands. This was indeed influenced by some reality.)
When my father passed away, the treatment for leukemia had used up all of the family savings, and we were penniless except for having no debts.
Later, my mother felt that she couldn’t raise me alone, so she found a partner, wanting to give me a childhood with a father.
Then, before I was six years old, my grandfather kicked us out of the house for this reason. Even though my mother fell to the ground and cried, she never looked back. I only found out about this when I grew up. My mother never mentioned it when I was a child. She didn't want me to resent my grandfather when I was young.
By the way, when my father was ill, my grandfather asked him to secretly sell his house of over 100 square meters near the train station to pay off his debts, but later he refused to admit it, and neither the money nor the house was returned.
My grandfather once said that he would leave the old little house he lived in to me, but later he left it to my step-grandmother who moved into the house less than a hundred days after my grandmother passed away.
That step-grandmother didn't let me visit my grandfather and threw away all the photos of my father.
When my grandfather passed away a few years ago, she told relatives who didn't know the truth that I was unfilial and that we deliberately avoided visiting my grandfather, which made her sound unforgivable.
She later moved to a new house and we couldn't get in touch with her since then, or rather, she didn't dare to show up in front of us.
Continuing with the previous topic, later on, my mother and I had no place to live and had to start renting a house.
My mother and that partner also separated after I graduated from junior high school. In fact, I didn’t need his existence, but that’s a story for later.
From the age of four to seventeen, everything was relatively peaceful. I never suffered any grievances in life, and my mother did her best to give me a life no different from that of my peers.
I am considered to be quite thrifty. I am a homebody who doesn’t like to go out and never take tutoring classes.
Oh, apart from my allergic asthma + allergic rhinitis + a bunch of messy allergens, which cause me to be weak and sick all year round, everything else is fine.
(Mold++++, dust mites++++, house dust mites++++, weeds++, peach++, pollen+, peanuts+,
Wheat flour+, corn flour+, halibut+, animal skin+, red pepper+, grass/cereals+, hay dust+—I am allergic to all of these, and there are some other allergens that I can’t remember.)
My academic performance was pretty good. My grades peaked in my first year of high school. At that time, there was no division between arts and science classes, and I ranked seventh in the entire grade.
There weren't many students in our school, only about 300 per grade, and I got some scholarships and certificates. (I think there were scholarships, I don't remember exactly, but there were definitely certificates.)
(By the way, my high school was a general high school when I was in school, but now it has evolved into a key high school. Well, I can also call myself a graduate of a key high school.)
At that time, I also held a small position as deputy director of the Organization Department of the Student Union, and participated in organizing school activities whenever I could.
It was also the first time I had a girlfriend, although she cheated on me in less than eight months and we broke up.
Life was relatively happy at that time, until I learned the real situation at home in my second year of high school: my mother was about to collapse because of money problems.
Simply put, when my mother was living with her later partner, her credit card was stolen and used to pay for the project.
After they broke up, that man still gave me money in installments for a while. But when my mother broke her bones in the winter and was unable to go out during my first year of high school, that man disappeared from the face of the earth without a trace and was never found again.
Later, I learned that he used the money from the project to buy a new house, have children, and live a very comfortable life.
By the way, his eldest son, who is one year older than me, is attending military school. It’s quite ironic when I think about it this way.
My mother didn't tell me about this at first, until the hole in my credit card got bigger and bigger and she could no longer hide it, then she confessed to me.
I was asked to pay back the money by several banks, so I borrowed from friends and relatives.
To be honest, this bleak news is a little too shocking for a student preparing for the college entrance examination.
In the winter of my second year of high school, my mother and I were sitting in the square, and she said that the money in her pocket was not enough to buy a bar of soap.
My mother said she was sorry for not giving me the life I deserved.
She was probably so depressed at that time that she saw no hope. She wanted to die, because death would clear all debts and put an end to all her problems. Of course I didn't let her go, and I finally managed to persuade her to come back.
There is no use in running away. You have to pay back the money you owe.
But what else can a minor child do besides talking about these big principles
Go alone and be a lone hero to get the money back
I don’t have the money to fight the lawsuit, and I need to go to school.
Some things are easy to think about and write about in an article, but it is not realistic to actually do them.
Later, I borrowed 8,000 yuan from dozens of classmates using my good reputation accumulated over the years.
I got through the most difficult stage at that time and later paid back all the money I owed.
From then on, a life of extreme poverty began.
In the last stage of high school, we moved four or five places due to rent issues. I studied while enduring the torment that life gave me.
I also held on, and stood firm together with my mother.
Although I didn't hold on completely, my results were still affected.
In the end, my college entrance examination result was average because I failed miserably in math. I was a science student who usually scored 110 points in math, but I only scored 80 points in math in the college entrance examination. My final total score was just 13 points higher than the first-tier line.
That year, the first-tier score line for science subjects was 480 points, and I scored 493 points, which was neither high nor low. I could not get into a good first-tier university, so I could only choose from second-tier universities and some first-tier universities.
In fact, two of my classmates with the same score went to a local 211 university with military management.
One of the majors had just enough points, but my health has always been poor, so I had no choice but to give up.
Later, when I was choosing a school, because I was too sad about math, I chose a language major that did not require studying math.
As luck would have it, I chose Arabic. Well, I chose this language for only one purpose: to work for a wealthy family in the Middle East after graduation and to escape my current predicament.
After school started, I discovered that, hey, you know what, this Arabic language is really unique and fun to learn. This joy only lasted for half a month, and after that, it was just painful torture.
Painful tongue trills, self-study every morning and evening, strict exams, a college student has winter and summer vacation homework, Arabic major level 4 (only two times to take the test, two failed, no chance), English level 4 and level 6 can only be taken in the second year, all Arabic graduation thesis
Because of money problems, I once set a record of only spending 300 yuan on instant noodles for a month. Later, I felt it was unnecessary and continued to eat normally.
Later, I got a girlfriend and my life was happy for a while.
In my junior year, with the help of my relatives, I went to study in North Africa for eight months on a government-sponsored self-funded scholarship, and saw some unique scenery.
I had the honor of taking a photo with Ambassador Wang, who was then the Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary of China to the Republic of Tunisia. He was truly extremely elegant and had an extraordinary demeanor.
(Later, Ambassador Wang became the spokesperson for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and is now the Ambassador to the Kingdom of Cambodia - wow, the value of this photo is still rising!)
I worked as a foreign language tour guide (Chinese + English + Arabic) there several times, led a seven-day and six-night tour group, and ate and lived with tourists from China as an Arabic and English tour guide (this was really a good deal), and saw some scenery that I had never imagined before.
In a tent hotel in the Sahara Desert, I was shivering in a blanket, struggling with the air conditioner that had very poor heat output, and I also saw the dazzling stars in the lightless desert.
I visited a filming location for Star Wars, saw an oasis with clear springs flowing deep in the desert, visited residents living in caves, and saw the ruins of the ancient Roman Colosseum.
What I remember most is that I explained the history of various exhibits to tourists in the museum converted from an old palace.
(I’ll just insert this one photo in the article. If you’re curious and want to see the others, I’ll post them in the comments later. It would be a bit weird to add too many photos myself. Even though I’ve said so much, it still feels a bit weird…)
The first time I joined a tour group, I worked for free, but it was also a way to gain experience. The second time I worked as a tour guide, I earned a small sum of money, which was quite a generous salary for me at the time - more than 3,000 yuan.
I thought I could work as a tour guide more often, earn some money, and help ease the burden on my family.
But later, because of the unfortunate incident of the epidemic, we had to return home early with the help of the embassy, and my plan to work and study after completing my studies there was ruined.
Oh yes, after returning to China, I was locked up in a hotel for two weeks. It was Chengdu in May, in a high-rise building with more than ten floors. The room faced the sun, the window could only be opened a crack, and the central air conditioning was not allowed. I took eight showers a day at that time (no exaggeration) and I barely survived. It was not until later that I got a large floor fan that things got better.
Later, after the quarantine was over, I went to an internship at a local branch of Volkswagen. Thanks to my decent looks at the time (the words of the female leader who interviewed me) and my passing level 6 English test, I got an administrative position.
It wasn't a complicated job. On weekdays I just tidied up the warehouse and processed employees' resignation. There were shuttle buses in the morning and evening, and one meal was provided at noon. I was paid 2,800 yuan a month. I interned for three or four months and got an internship certificate.
But just when I wanted to continue my internship to gain experience and earn money, my counselor urged me to go back to school. But there was nothing to do when I got back, and all my classes were over, which made me feel very confused.
It was during this time when I had some free time after the defense that I began to write my first novel in my life—a pseudo-pseudo-pseudo-DND Western fantasy novel written by Amber, the kind of novel that resembles the Saint's Catastrophe.
(Just like that, Xiaoba’s life was completely ruined.jpg)
At that time, I was only thinking about how to earn some royalties to reduce the burden of life. I didn't think much about it. I imitated the books I liked at the time, thought of an opening, and published it directly.
Because I was worried that I wasn't strong enough as a newbie, I didn't dare come to Qidian. As a result, I successfully wrote one million words and finished it. In the end, I wrote fifteen chapters just for the epilogue.
Maybe it’s because of the filter of memories, but that is my favorite of the four books I have read so far, and perhaps the most spiritual one. Now this book has the same feeling as the first one, and I was very happy to write it!
At that time, be brave and just come to the starting point.
Later, the results of that book were pretty good, and many people joined the group to encourage me.
This gave me a little more confidence, and I continued writing even though I had almost given up.
(Yes, Xiaoba took another step towards the abyss.)
And I haven't been able to get the money for that book for a long time, Le.
Well, I can only say that I was really writing for my dream at that time, and I was quite happy while writing.