Look, doesn't this just go to show that all your wishes have come true?

To those friends who saw me struggling with writer's block yesterday, congratulations—you have superpowers!

The mere thought flashed through your minds, "This author looks like he's about to take a day off," and *poof*, just like that, I took a day off.

What kind of formidable power is this! Everyone should be envious!

Here is how it actually happened: my heart truly did not want to take a break, but your collective mental energy was so vast and mighty that it swayed the forces of destiny. Before I even knew what I was doing, I opened the author dashboard...

After much contemplation, I've concluded that it is simply because your power is too overwhelming and your presence too commanding (do people in male-oriented web novels still use this phrase?), causing your wishes to actually come true. It is truly astonishing, and your futures are boundless.

(I heard that having a sweet mouth reduces the beating I deserve by 35%.)

Jokes aside, having just launched the book, I really shouldn't be taking a day off. But I wrote today's chapter with such melancholy; it completely lacked the zest and flavor of the previous ones. After hacking and slashing my way through 1,600 words, I found every single sentence utterly boring.

No kidding, the very first sentence of this chapter was going to be, "The following part is extremely boring." Truly.

Publishing it would be practically equivalent to giving free advertising to Jinjiang. Ha, I'd rather die.

I'll probably delete it all tomorrow.

Why is this happening? I don't even know myself. Is it because I'm trapped in Futailan's perspective and can't find my way out? I've only barely experienced the thrill of an ensemble cast for fifty chapters, so why am I suddenly back to emotional monogamy again? (Just kidding.)

Come to think of it, writing an ensemble cast really suits me best. Now that I ponder it, what is the difference between writing a single protagonist all the way through and serving time in prison? For me, hiring a male escort is just—wait, let me rethink that, let me start over. When I gather with family and friends to discuss poetry, we shouldn't always talk about just one poet.

Although there is no update today, there is a surprise—and truly, I don't mean this leave note. You can all see this leave note, so how could it be a surprise, right?

I invite all my esteemed grandmothers to open this leave note and unfold the page.

Oh, what is tucked inside here?

Let's open it and take a look.

Ah, it's yet another leave note!

A little accident in life, one hundred percent surprise!

June 22nd? Or was it the 21st? I'm going to a music festival! (I originally wrote 'participating in a music festival,' which made it sound like I was going to get on stage and sing.) Two of my favorite singers are performing, and I'm so excited! It's my first time hearing them live!

It's just so far away—three and a half hours by train... Just for a music festival, I have to stay there for mother-loving two days.

As for the exact date, it doesn't matter; I'll check the tickets around the 19th. Life, after all, is fleeting, and at eighteen, there's still time for everything.

Let's leave the date on the leave note blank for now; you can fill in whatever you like (said with pampering affection). That's what a multi-billion-dollar CEO's blank check is like.

As for our service here, I can't guarantee much else, but the quantity will definitely be enough.

Leave notes are buy-one-get-one-free, which is already quite generous. But wait, there's more—there's still another surprise! The long-overdue appreciation chapter can be taken home today! For just 998, you can take it home today!

The appreciation chapter will adopt a new format. Whatever pyramid schemes do, I'll—wait, let me start over. Today, the grandmothers featured in the appreciation chapter can leave a comment telling me whether you'd prefer an extra bonus chapter or an appearance in the story. After all, bonus chapters are a long and arduous journey; so far, they have only existed as promises on my lips. Come here, *mua*.

Although I've tried my best to read the comments in the past, I might still miss some, so it's better to just tell me directly in the appreciation chapter (;

Let me think if there's anything else left unsaid... Seems like nothing. All other words are in the wine. And where is the wine? The wine is in the store.