On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

I typed the last word on the computer, pressed save, and published the latest chapter.

I looked at the 26 words written on the computer and felt lost.

Along the way, this story finally came to an end.

I look at the comments that readers have replied to me.

Some said it reminded them of the past, and some said that 'Song Yu' was too straightforward and being together was too unreal.

I am an author, because I was young and frivolous when I was in college, I failed to achieve anything, lost my degree certificate, and couldn't find a good job, so I had to write articles on the website as my second job.

My name is Song Yu.

My mother died of a sudden illness. I failed to sell myself to treat my mother as described in the novel, because it was too late.

My boss treats me moderately, and doesn't fire me for a cup of tea like in a novel.

The readers are right, a novel is a novel, and what makes them feel unreal later is really not real.

I have a life and death acquaintance.

His name is Luo Zifan, and he introduced me to the part-time job of writing articles on the website when I was at my worst.

He said that if you want to find a place to confide your thoughts, you can go to some writing websites, where many readers will be willing to read your stories.

Whether true or false.

So I opened the word document, like the person who is always typing codes on the keyboard, typing every word of mine.

I'm not a professional writer, I'm just a story sharer.

It's just that the protagonist of the story is named after me, Song Yu.