Hello everyone, it's Irenno, your friend who already used AI to beat the living daylights out of his graduation thesis.
As I wrote these closing thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder—
What would the me from the past think if he knew that I would one day write a two-million-word book?
If it were twelve years ago, when I was in fifth grade and had just started writing on paper—spending an entire week producing a few tens of thousands of words of a directionless, unfinished novel—I definitely wouldn't have believed it.
If it were nine years ago, when I was in my first year of middle school and naively signed a contract on Qidian for the first time, only to stop updating the very next day because I had school, I definitely would have been utterly amazed.
If it were seven years ago, when I had just finished my high school entrance exams and spent the three-month summer vacation grinding out a full million words without even getting a contract, I definitely would have thought, So I can actually be this damn awesome.
If it were six years ago, when I was a first-year high school student and received my first 1,500-yuan full-attendance bonus from Qidian, I definitely would have bowed before this manuscript fee, wondering how many attendance bonuses it would take to add up to it.
If it were four years ago, when I had just finished the college entrance exams and picked up novel-writing again, I definitely would have been inflated beyond measure by it.
Even if it were only two years ago, I would have stayed up day and night in my dorm with my laptop, finishing this book.
But now, I was approaching graduation.
Friends, I was going to get a job.
I was