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Thanks to the game master Qingshan Quzui for recommending his book to me. I would like to recommend Qingshan’s new book "When I wrote a bug and it became the core gameplay".

Qingshan’s book has a realm that I cannot reach. I can only write about playing games, while he writes about making games. He is professional! This kind of pleasure from the perspective of the creator god is not something that ordinary protagonists can experience. I highly recommend it.

I have to say that it was only yesterday when Moore Ju sent me a message in the group that I learned about this. I really am...

In fact, Moore Ju understands me. Although I write about Dali and Dafei and all kinds of shameless licking, as an author, I am actually a reverse personality. I am very noble and don’t want to ask for help. Looking at the society, this is a typical loser quality! Moore Ju is afraid that I will do it again... Thank you, thank you, three more chapters!

I have become addicted to writing single chapters these two days, so I will write more. In fact, I have figured out the failures of the past few years. Everyone still likes me to write online games and doesn’t want me to go to fantasy cultivation. There are three thousand masters there, and I am not a big deal. This also reminds me of my first book. I didn’t know anything at that time, and I didn’t know how to name a book. The original name was “The Transmigration Life of a Certain Mediocre Power Player”—a strong second-dimensional flavor, imitating “A Certain Scientific…”. In fact, looking at it now, long names are very popular…

The title alone couldn’t pass the test, and the writing structure was even more counterintuitive. I couldn’t sign a contract even with 380,000 words. It was because my book friends were afraid that I would fail to write the book, so they promoted it everywhere and signed the contract. Then the editor changed the name, hahahahaha~~~ Then it was published with 550,000 words, and it received a lot of criticism. The results were not very good. I couldn’t stand it. It was because my book friends who supported me were afraid that I would fail to write the book, so they coaxed me to write… That feeling of being coaxed was so fucking warm…