My life was going quite well.
Got accepted into a prestigious university, won some chess tournaments, gaining some income from a part-time job...
My smart works have paid off.
Only problem was that I didn't have a girlfriend yet.
Well, that doesn't matter.
Anyways, my name is Oliver. I'm currently living alone in my apartment after barely striving through numerous hardships that plagued my teenage years after my mom suddenly passed away from an accident a few years ago.
It was hard, but I managed.
"Hah, what should I do?"
My hobbies were playing badminton, chess (obviously), cooking, reading, and writing.
The one that I spent the most time on was writing. I've already got a few stories with a hundred thousand words published on dozens of online reading websites. Seeing how far I've come from a newbie writer to an experienced one was amazing.
Currently, I'm editing one of my forgotten works that I've haven't touched for like... three years now? I'm planning on extending this thing until it reaches 50 chapters before ending it. This was quite the challenge since it was a jumbled mess. I made this during my early teenage years and I still remember the time that I just threw in whatever I could think of in the story at the moment and called it a day.
"Goddamn—how am I gonna even organize this?"
Ah, never mind. I'm gonna make myself a meal first before fixing this thing. Scrambled eggs would be fine.
Went to the kitchen area and grabbed some eggs from the fridge. Then, I took the frying pan I shoved into the corner part of the counter in front of me (since the space was so small). Placed it on top of the gas stove and turned it o—