Naming Technique of the Night Chapter 148 Listing Testimonial

Climb a mountain, watch a snowfall, chase a dream.

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An established author once told .

Every work of an author is actually a reflection of the life they once found lacking.

Every author who desires to share must open every pore, breathe their own life, only then can they move the audience.

Thus, such authors are destined to suffer.

In this book, there are my dreams, and there are my life experiences.

There is the pain etched deep in my bones from my growing years.

There are also the dreams I've always had.

If playing the big ga was about fulfilling my own dreams, then now is like Dream Fulfillnt 2.0.

While writing the first three chapters, when I wrote "If you only had two more hours left in your life, what would you do?"

I was actually pondering this question myself.

It's not that I was saying I was going to die, but rather I was thinking about how to face life and my own works.

While writing The Naming Techniques of the Night, I revised the content over and over in an unprecedented manner, what you see has been modified at least twice.

To make my content a bit better, my sentences more fluent, and the imagery more resonant.

I've been careless for thirty years, but this ti I pursued perfection like never before.

Although I know my writing is diocre, and even with all this effort, the writing in The Naming Techniques of the Night could only be considered passable.

But I enjoyed writing this book imnsely.

Watching Qing Chen face the world calmly gives imnse satisfaction, I too wish I had a teacher like Uncle Li Dong, I too have a life I want to restart.

But you and I both know that's impossible.

So, if this book truly has a the, it would be to invite you all to dream with .

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Here, allow to share a passage I once wrote, it aligns perfectly with my current mood.

In my senior year of high school, I worked especially hard.

Sleeping at midnight while the dormitory lights went out at 9:40, I'd do math problems by flashlight, handling issues from five years of exams and three years of simulations.

Awaken at 4:30 a.m., standing under the school's street lamp morizing history and political science.

I read English aloud and wrote essays that I believed were brilliantly composed.

I worked as if injected with a stimulant, fighting to get into a good university.

But a year later, I only scored 535, barely making it to a second-tier university, and I couldn't even understand the last two major problems on the math paper.

From then on, I knew I was just an ordinary person.

Realizing this was quite a blow to .

The night before the college entrance exam, I was alone in the classroom, wiping the blackboard and loudly singing the Hero Song.

Maybe I'll never feel that unrestrained ever again.

After starting to write The Naming Techniques of the Night, my schedule completely flipped; I wrote through the night and slept during the day if at all.

Every day working on 6,000 words of content, revising it over and over again.

Constantly refining, no matter how tired, I would put on headphones to get into the feeling, revising the chapters until I was satisfied.

Even though that satisfaction was only by my own standards.

Today I told my wife, it's only been a month, but I feel like I can barely keep up.

However, after waking up from a good sleep, I was as spirited as ever, sitting in front of the computer reviewing yesterday's work, planning for the future.

I know my readership isn't as high as many authors, and I'm aware my writing is barely passable.

The issue is when you realize you are just an ordinary person.

But what I want to say is, even if you realize you're just an ordinary person, don't give up.

If ti could go back to the sumr of 2007.

I would still sleep only four and a half hours per night.

I would still stand under the streetlamp morizing politics and history.

If ti could go back to 2015, I would still turn on the computer, typing out my own story.

Before the college entrance exam, I would wipe the blackboard while singing a song.

Then step into the life that belongs solely to .

I may be destined for ordinariness, but I do not care.

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After Survive, Please Mr. Overlord, before this.

Many said Zouzi was rely a codic author, that Zouzi's previous book was a flop, that Zouzi would soon fade into obscurity.

However, everything I have put into this book has already paid off.

Before listing, Alliance mbers broke a record in our platform's history just two days ago.

Perhaps, I might even break another record soon.

Years have passed, yet here I stand, earnestly telling my stories; I wonder if those who slandered and cursed have vanished in the long river of ti.

For , I only wish to prove again and again, that I am a good storyteller, a dedicated author, one who does not skimp on effort.

I do not know how much longer I can write, or how many more stories I have in , but I hope that each step I take is forward.

Whether the story is good or not, I can't judge, but I can affirm that I truly gave it my all.

It's still the sa phrase, 'stay true to our first aspirations, ti will give the answer.'

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Tonight, as it goes on sale, the ti has co to assess an author's achievents.

I hope all who enjoy this story can contribute a bit of their subscription power.

Here, I thank Cheng Xiao, Liu Fei, Sea Soul Clothing, Shen Yin, and ASK for criticizing the content during the new book's early days, vastly aiding the process.

I also thank Sisi, Lulu, Qing Bao, Mo Luo Xin, Nan Gengchen, Huan Tuo, Da Bing, Mo Cheng Kong, Yue Er, Li Ren, Qing Guan and all the operation officers and managers for their help.

I thank the Alliance Hierarch for their staunch support, as well as every reader's donations, recomndation votes, and monthly tickets.

Thanks to new readers for viewing.

Thanks to longti readers for never leaving.

Thanks.

Thanks again.

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Forever young.

Forever sincere.

Always young, always eager to embark on new journeys.

I hope this ti, everyone can accompany through this journey.

Climb a mountain, watch a snowfall, chase a dream.