(PS: Sorry, brothers. The author had originally planned to go all out and update ten thousand words today, but then his parents called and hit him with marriage pressure and a blind date, completely shattering his state of mind.
In real life, the author was an oily, fat guy. To churn out updates and plot two books, he wrote twenty thousand words a day and basically had no social life at all.
And you know how difficult it was to ask a fat guy with absolutely no sex appeal to go on a blind date with a woman.
The moment the girl and I sat down across from each other, we immediately passed on one another.
The worst part was, my parents and her parents both had a little money and status locally. The author himself made a high income in this crappy city by diligently writing novels, and my parents and her parents actually hit it off, fuck.
My parents and her parents had hundreds of messages on WeChat. The girl and I exchanged one message a day, or one every three days. I sent one line, she replied with one line, and that was it.
I got up today and finished updating that Goblin book. It was around six o'clock, and I had planned to do a ten-thousand-word Warhammer update tonight.
Then my parents called and asked whether I had talked to that girl. It drove me straight up the wall. My mentality completely exploded.
What was the difference between making me win over a girl I didn't know, who didn't like me when we first met and chatted like a rock afterward, and casually dragging a Gretchin out of a Greenskin fungal spore forest and telling him to kill Old Fart Li?
Ah, the marriage pressure had