Scold Me

Everyone, I might not be able to keep up five updates a day anymore. The results are too bad. This little author is practically starving to death.

I originally wanted to write something different with this book, but this little author is trash and didn't have the ability. It turned out terribly written.

The protagonist isn't a transmigrator, so the bounce rate is ninety-nine percent. The one person who did click in was probably driven away by this little author's trash writing.

This isn't anyone's fault but this little author's. My brain is broken and my writing is garbage. With seventy first-day subscriptions, it flopped harder than hell—anyone can see that.

This little author forcibly kept up ten thousand words a day for two months and pulled the average subscriptions up to five hundred. Barely enough to qualify for the attendance bonus going forward.

But it might still fall, and then I won't qualify. I don't know what the future holds.

I originally wanted to keep writing ten thousand words a day and see if the average subscriptions could break a thousand.

But there may have been recommendations for new books before, which was why the numbers were decent.

Starting last week, though, subscriptions suddenly crashed. With the weekend approaching and no sign of recovery, this little author's mentality collapsed.

Writing ten thousand words every day is really hard—the kind where your fingers ache from typing. I was holding on through hope before, but now that hope is gone, so is my drive. I'm feeling rather disheartened.

I originally guaranteed ten thousand words a day, but now I don't want to anymore. Two updates will be the minimum to keep this book alive. If I'm in the mood, I'll write more. Then this little author will start preparing a new