Zongman: I am on the set of Oregairu, playing the role of Bai Xue

I'm sorry everyone, there are some extra words that need to be written at the beginning. The main text of this chapter is only a small part.

If you don’t want to watch it, don’t watch it.

I'm going to be pretentious, I'm going to have a seizure, I'm going to be talkative, anyway... I can't bear it anymore.

I cried twice because of her.

She reads everything. Comments, book reviews, paragraph reviews, she refreshes them every day, whether for fun or inspiration, she wants to include everything.

Even if I can block 99% of it, the remaining 1% will hurt her little by little over time.

So when it came to a breaking point, she broke down in tears and fell into depression.

The parts that were criticized were revised many times.

I say, ignore the ** comments.

But she couldn't ignore it, thinking it could be better.

But the data is just so-so, taunting us and not worth spending a whole day updating.

Yes, that’s right, it takes 6 to 7 hours to update every day.

We don't write clichéd plots. We will conceive three routes for the same plot and try to choose the most suitable one.

Is the update slow? Of course it is.

Is it divided? Yes, it is divided.

Just to leave content worth seeing.

Some people commented that it was a "masterpiece", "the ceiling", and "well-written".

Of course we are happy, but we still know ourselves well. There are many talented people, and good writers are everywhere, while our writing is only at the level of elementary school students. So when we see such praise, we basically dare not like it, for fear of pressure.

Chapter 37, When the Snowflakes Melt, was actually rushed out at the last minute.

Because readers gave feedback that the reading experience of the previous chapter was a bit depressing and unreasonable, I quickly revised it and brought out the usable clues, which led to this chapter.

But, I really don’t understand this circle.

Since I have chosen to write free stories in the second dimension, it stands to reason that the audience should be large and relatively tolerant.

The results were quite different: the bookshelf was increasing, but the income was decreasing. Sharp comments kept coming out, and we digested them and adjusted ourselves, trying to adapt to this circle.

However, with expectation on one side and accusation on the other, this torturous torture made her mood worse little by little.

So I couldn’t get into today’s story and it was put on hold for more than two hours.

I had no choice but to write some complaints to pad a chapter. After all, someone said: This book is very watery.

If I don't water it down a bit, wouldn't I be slapping this reader in the face?

But I am really sorry that I made other friends wait for a day in vain.

If next time, well, there may be a next time, and if there is no update by then and no advance notice, it means that you are caught in an emotional tangle.

She said, “There won’t be a next time!”

I can't see it.

I can remain rational, but she must remain emotional, otherwise the story will become boring and empty.

In fact, this book is just a small trial.

The real trump card is actually another original book. The viewing experience is expected to be three times that of this book, and I am not exaggerating.

She plays the female lead and I play the male lead, and we perform a story that is both exciting, sweet and easy to understand.

But for now, I’d better finish writing this book and distill the creative experience of this journey.

Don't give gifts. Free things don't matter, but other high-value things won't speed up the process even if you give them.

This is a way to adjust my mood, so please don't get excited. Maybe there's nothing to get excited about. It's just a soliloquy.

I read this paragraph to her, and it should be almost adjusted.

As for who she is?

She is the one who appears in the comment section and has the most recognizable remarks.

But her existence is very mysterious, so I’ll just lay the groundwork for you and we’ll talk about it later.

Let's turn the camera to the Ministry Club.

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The day after the municipal education research ended.

Bei Nuo pushed open the door of the service club and was greeted by the gazes of three girls.

Yukinoshita, Yuigahama, and Isshiki.

"Senior—you're so slow." Isshiki drew out his cute tone, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction towards Beinuo.

"You are quite active. What about football club activities?"

Bei Nuo closed the door as usual, then walked to his seat and sat down.

When he sat down, he found that he was surrounded by them.

To Kitano's left is Yuigahama, to his right is Yukinoshita, and directly in front of him is Isshiki.

This encirclement made him feel a vague sense of oppression.

"With Senior Yeshan here, I don't have to worry about anything."

He explained calmly, then his tone changed, becoming more complaining, "Speaking of which, did the tone you used just now mean that you disliked me? You clearly said you welcomed me."

"Um...did I say that?"

"Of course. Rather, they welcomed me very much and even wanted me to join the service club."

"Is it true?" Bei Nuo looked puzzled.

Yukinoshita continued reading and clarified, "Isshiki-san, what he said was 'Come back when you feel better'."

"Oh, that's about the same." Isshiki nodded honestly and then brought up another topic, "By the way, was yesterday's study fun?"

Bei Nuo opened his schoolbag without thinking, and then casually replied, "Of course it's fun to do the questions seriously."

"Wow, this kind of thing is definitely boring, it's a good thing I didn't go." Isshiki was very impressed with his smart decision yesterday.

"Xiaobei didn't do any of the questions, so he has no right to speak!" Yuigahama directly exposed her.

Bei Nuo's expression remained unchanged. "I helped Cai Jia solve a few math problems. Please don't ignore my contribution."

Yukinoshita tilted her head and lifted the hair beside her ear, and murmured softly, "You're full of nonsense."

Isshiki's eyes gleamed, "Oh, by the way, did Totsuka-senpai know about the love letter? After that, Kaori even asked me not to tell anyone. Did he do something?"

When she heard the word "love letter", Yukinoshita's eyes suddenly froze, and it took her two seconds to react:

"what?"