Report on This Book's Progress! And Some Complicated Feelings!

Nineteen days had passed this month, and I had updated a total of three hundred thousand characters.

I had recently adjusted my schedule, so let me report on some extremely bizarre psychological feelings.

From May 25 to June 15, I went to sleep at noon every day and got up at six in the evening to write.

Every day, day and night were completely reversed. For more than twenty whole days, I had not stepped outside even once, nor had I gone downstairs even once.

I was not trying to sell misery; it was simply a very interesting feeling.

After not going out for twenty days, resentment began to grow inside me.

The feeling was one of discomfort and unwillingness.

Why did I have to live like this? Why should I stay cooped up at home every day? I wanted to go out, I wanted to have fun!

Going outside felt so precious. The world out there had to be fun.

Then I worked hard to forcibly adjust my schedule, going to sleep at midnight and getting up at nine in the morning.

Nine hours of sleep—wasn't that wonderful? In reality, I could not sleep more than four hours at most. Even after taking sleeping pills and melatonin, I woke up countless times, and I could even remember every dream with crystal clarity.

Of course, that was not the point.

After getting up past nine, I started writing hard. Because my mental state was awful, my writing speed slowed down, and I could not finish the first chapter until two in the afternoon.

But I had adjusted my schedule! I had time to go out!

Even if I was sleepy to the absolute limit, I still had to go out. I wanted to have fun.

So I went out.

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