I don't know how many people saw my earlier call for subscriptions. All I know is that these past few days, I've truly been pushing myself to the limit. With no saved chapters left, I gritted my teeth and stayed up late. The day before yesterday, I uploaded that day's first update at three in the morning, went to sleep at four at night, then worked during the day. Last night, I went to sleep at four again, and today I was still working during the day... My head has been muddled and foggy, and the back of it hurts.
Over the past two days, I was late to both the New Year's dinners at my parents' home and my grandmother's home because I was writing.
To qualify as a Premium work, the "average subscriptions" have to reach a certain standard. I was originally only a little short, and needed the whole book's subscriptions to reach a certain level. So I asked everyone for subscriptions and full subscriptions, promising that as long as it made Premium, I would post three updates a day for these next few days, all the way until the thirty-first—the first day of the Lunar New Year. But regrettably, the increase in subscriptions was quite limited, far lower than I had imagined, and still a considerable distance from the standard.
My first reaction to these results was shame. I felt I had let down Editor-in-Chief Red Tea, who had helped me fight for this opportunity. Feeling upset was inevitable, but all I could tell myself was: you still haven't done well enough. Keep working hard.
Judging by the bookmarks, quite a few people like this book. Some QQ friends even told me that a certain forum has thirty thousand members, and I went to take a