This Sunday at noon, I would be featured on Three Rivers.
This was the first time I had ever made it onto Three Rivers after writing nearly five million words across Qidian and another Tomato platform.
There were far too many things I wanted to pour out.
After I started writing that flop, "Starting with Crosstalk," in 2019, I imagined it book after book—the day I would make it onto Three Rivers, the day I could write Three Rivers reflections like other authors.
Five years had passed. Nearly six.
At last, Heaven had shown me favor.
In truth, that alone showed that I had no great talent for writing.
So many authors made it onto Three Rivers with their very first book, had a premium title with their first book, reached ten thousand subscriptions with their first book...
Whenever I saw them, I often sighed. Heaven had handed them a golden rice bowl.
Then I tucked away my jealousy and envy, lowered my head in disappointment, and continued typing away in silence.
Later, I began writing "This Martial Saint Only Wants to Be an Official."
That was the first time I clumsily tried to grasp how to use foreshadowing.
At the same time, a thought that had flashed through my mind rose up: Could I write a book where the entire story was foreshadowing? Could I write a book where every time I revealed a piece of foreshadowing, the readers' hearts would quake?
Then came the second thought: a shake of the head, a self-mocking laugh.
How could that be possible? I'm no genius, and I don't have the talent of someone Heaven feeds. I'm just a flop writer, a stray dog by the roadside, a mere clown.
After "Martial Saint" flopped, I naturally started thinking about opening a new