This month's beginning-of-the-month announcement... should be the easiest one to write so far.

As you can see, because I spent a lot of time last month out (eating), (drinking), (taking), (materials) (having fun), the progress of updates has been a bit behind.

So, the content to be written this month has basically been previewed last month.

So… what should I say next…

In short, let's talk about some news that the people love to hear. That is—I plan to be a full-time writer in September and October.

Of course, it's still the same sentence, plans can never keep up with changes. Whether full attendance can be achieved, even I don't know... This feeling of unpredictable updates must be very pleasant, hehehe...

Next, I want to talk about a more unpleasant topic, at least I personally am not very interested in this matter... That is the monthly pass.

You all know me, the number of times I have talked about this broken thing in a year is also limited.

However, recently, this humble Daoist observed the celestial phenomena at night, did some calculations, and combined it with the rules of previous years to infer... I feel that at the end of this month, Qidian may have double monthly tickets.

The opportunity is rare, I hope that this month, students who have monthly tickets on hand can hold on for me a little bit, and hand them over to me when the double bonus is activated at the end of the month.

Once you complete this mission, hehehe... then there will be no benefits at all.

Does that give you motivation all of a sudden?

Okay, let’s talk to you about a little bit of my personal life...

Friends who follow my account on a certain public social platform should know that my wife and I are currently planning our wedding.

I don’t know why, but many people seem to think that I am a wealthy person, or even a second-generation rich person.

Here, I can tell you without joking that I am a genuine third-generation poor person. Maybe my family could indeed be called a big family before liberation, but it wasn't after the proletariat turned over to become the masters.

As far as I know, after liberation, my great-grandfather gloriously joined the ranks of the proletariat. All the family property was confiscated, and all the gold, silver, and money were scattered; his second concubine was too deeply poisoned by the old society and was afraid that she would also be confiscated, so she hanged herself. In the next thirty years, the old man was gloriously sweeping the alleyways for the people, without a penny of salary, and even bought his own brooms and dustpans. From time to time, he had to submit a self-criticism, and he didn't know what he was criticizing. Maybe the government at that time wanted him to understand what it meant to be "a scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

So... friends who think my family has a lot of money are overthinking it. It's not that I write slower and ask for fewer votes, it is a sign of a worry-free life.

Although I have always arrogantly retained a so-called "literati" aloofness and integrity in my heart, I still have to compromise with reality many times.

For example, right now, regardless of whether I can achieve full attendance, I have to write more and update more for the wedding.

At certain moments, compromise is for responsibility.

Men may never graduate from being chuuni, but men must compromise for the people they cherish around them.

I originally wanted to use the above incomprehensible words as the ending of this article, but after thinking about it, adding a "—Vegeta" here might have a better effect?

Forget it, I'll go write the main text.