Create a virtual anchor with the witch boss

Chapter 32 Thanks for being with me all the way

I can't write any more, sorry.

Sorry.Sorry.Sorry.Sorry.Sorry.

In fact, many friends saw that something was wrong from the very beginning, and of course I knew all the problems myself.

It's just that I'm blindly treating this book as a lifesaver.

In the past six months, I have written three waste cases. No matter what the subject matter or writing method, I suddenly feel very boring, no matter how I write it, it is very boring.

(Yuzuru Hanyu possessed his body, bowed his head, forced a smile: I was hated by the story.)
After the third scrap case was deleted, I felt like I couldn't find any more stories to write down, and I was going to be doomed.

But it can't really be finished, so I went crazy to hit various themes.

Finally bumped into this and I thought I was OK again.

Virtual anchor is a topic that has not been written much. There are many interesting events in front of you. It is the reshaping of thought by the times.

I thought I could pick them up, concatenate them, deduce them, and get close to the core.

It turned out to be a failure, and I didn't deserve it.

I know that this story line is not attractive to most people. The "virtual anchor" is a DEBUFF that scares away 90% of readers. More spectators stopped.

The final outcome is nothing more than an exaggerated clown.

Perhaps it would be stronger to replace the "virtual anchor" with anything, such as "opening a custom shop", "unifying the three kingdoms", "assisting the prime minister" and "revitalizing the national football team".

Well, this last one is a bit far-fetched...

It's just that these can't be written, or they have been written, and they can't arouse any enthusiasm.

The only thing that was unexpected was that the V bosses from all walks of life were surprisingly tolerant, and did not show offence because of unprofessional interpretation of their favorite things, please allow me to pay tribute.

In short, I overestimated myself again and again, underestimated the law, and fell into the same pit a dozen times.

Why is it always here.

Maybe it's because I only have passion for this path, or maybe it's a curse engraved in my genes and aesthetics.

I hated crowded places since I was a child. When I saw a crowded queue, I would avoid it and try to find a path that was less traveled.

Of course, most of the results are dead ends and wrong paths. They don't have the courage and ability to go to the end, and they will fall down and be laughed at.

Every time I fell to the ground like this before, I would smile at the end, raise my head brazenly and say, "How can I forgive you, see you next time!"

This time it is no longer exported.

What to say.

Thank you for being with us all the way.

The rivers and lakes are far away, I wish you good luck.

If I hurt you, let you down, please feel free to blame it.

Even if you still appreciate me, don't regret it.

Maybe when we met, I was still a determined young man, with infinite vigor, writing words that slam Fang Qiu.

That young man thanked you, but he is old, even the scolding Fang Qiu himself is old.

Maybe when we met, I was that sharp-tongued satirist, sucking madly on the gift of the god of inspiration.

That satirist thanks you, but there is no place for him in this world, and he can only go to decadence and dissolution.

Maybe when we met, I was a self-indulgent psycho, selfishly pouring out my weird aesthetic.

That psychopath thanks you, but he couldn't survive, so he had to pretend to be a normal person.

Maybe when we met, I was indulging in recalling the dreamland of the campus, bringing you a pure and beautiful smile.

The dreamer thanked you, but the dream woke up and the memory was empty.

Maybe we met just a few days ago and you happened to come across this hilarious act.

Of course that clown also thanked you, but his treasure chest was out of stock, so he cringed and rolled up your tip and ran away.

No matter who you met me with.

It's nothing, don't get lost, we've already met at the best moment.

If you want to reminisce, I can be opened at any time.

As for me now, I have never come across a story that can be written down, that I am allowed to write down.

In the ubiquitous and ever-increasing constraints, I am increasingly distorted, and I am no longer worthy of your love.

It is said that when Maomao realizes that he is going to be reincarnated, he will go to a place where the owner cannot find him and sleep alone.

In this way, the owner can only remember her cute appearance.

Please also remember how we were when we met.

It's been a great journey with you.

Add mushrooms to you!

……

The following are human words:
I don't have the courage to pick up my own name anymore, even if I write anything else, it will only disappoint you.

But probably I still have to continue writing, even if I am hated, I will lick my face and continue writing.

It’s just that I have to write half a book in my head before I have the courage to publish it, and this work must be very unmistakable, and it is possible that I will never write it.

If a miracle happens, I can still write a complete and interesting story, and I will definitely merge it here to meet you again.

However, the probability of that kind of thing happening is very small. With my strength, it is more likely that I will die without a sound.

Don't want to be seen that way.

That ugly bastard rotting on the side of the road.

Not called mushrooms.

(End of this chapter)