From six this morning until now, Xiao Yu’s fingers haven't stopped moving; he hasn't even eaten breakfast and is terribly hungry.
Xiao Yu understands his shortcomings, which is why he can only rely on hard work to fight for it. With the final three days featuring double monthly tickets, this is Xiao Yu’s last hope.
But the more he writes, the more anxious he becomes, the more distressed he feels. Right now, Xiao Yu doesn't even dare to look at the monthly ticket rankings.
The gap was so small before, there was still hope of reaching the top, but now he hasn't just been overtaken, the distance has widened significantly. This is the most crucial moment with only a few days left; to have such a gap open up now means there truly is no hope left.
What moves Xiao Yu is that quite a few friends have left comments.
Some advise Xiao Yu to take care of his health, while others say Xiao Yu is genuine and they will definitely support him until the very end.
Whether foolish or sincere, the words Xiao Yu has spoken will not change. Regardless of whether you cast the monthly tickets you hold for Xiao Yu, supporting him, Xiao Yu will still deliver ten chapters today.
In truth, Xiao Yu understands that saying he will deliver ten chapters no matter the ticket count is indeed quite foolish—it’s bordering on idiotic. Today, when everyone is trying every means possible to fight for those double monthly tickets, if you announce you'll write ten chapters regardless of the votes, who would still vote for you? They would certainly support someone else instead.
Foolish it is, then. It’s no use regretting it now; words spoken, spittle spat out—they can never be taken back. Xiao Yu only hopes my friends can compare: if there is truly another author who is more sincere and works harder than Xiao Yu, it is fine if you cast your vote for them. If not, he still hopes you will spend more time here with Xiao Yu.
Time to get back to typing. I’ll update more this afternoon and try my best not to keep my friends waiting too long.
This single chapter at noon comes from a feeling that must be vented; saying it out loud will make me feel a bit better. Apologies for disturbing everyone...RQ
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