[Do you want to be a Two Updates Beast for life,]
[or a Man of Explosive Updates even if just for one day?]
[What you need isn't just a stockpile of drafts,]
[but also a plea from the bottom of your heart,]
[and shameless promises,]
[all just to awaken a minority]
[with subscriptions and votes in hand.]
...
I wept, did you?
Around noon tomorrow, I'll sacrifice all my stockpiled chapters.
If you like them, I earnestly request your support.
Thank you deeply.
I need to explain something special, tomorrow's chapter has some interesting chemistry jokes, and I'll need to add images myself in the original chapter comments on QiDian, which I expect to complete by around one in the afternoon, by then it should be stable.
After tomorrow, the update times will revert to 7 am.
And then... uh...
Because I've turned into an old dough strip (Lv.4).
When it actually comes time to speak, I feel like saying anything wouldn't be quite right.
Take this for instance.
