This month's early forecast... should be the easiest one to write so far.

As you can see, due to my many outings (eating, drinking, playing, and having fun) last month, the progress of my updates has been somewhat delayed.

So, the content to be written this month was basically foreshadowed last month.

So... what should I say next...

In any case, let's start with some news that the people like to hear, that is—I plan to be fully diligent in September and October.

Of course, as the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes. Whether or not I can achieve full attendance, even I don't know... This feeling of unpredictable updates must be very pleasant, hehehe...

Next is a rather unpleasant topic, at least I personally am not very interested in it... and that is monthly tickets.

You all know me, I only talk about this crap a limited number of times a year.

However, recently, this poor Daoist observed the celestial phenomena at night, calculated with my fingers, and combined with the laws of previous years to deduce... I feel that there may be double monthly tickets on Qidian at the end of this month.

This is a rare opportunity. I hope that the students who have monthly tickets on hand this month can hold on to them for me and give them to me when the double event starts at the end of the month.

Once you complete this mission, hehehe... there will be no benefits at all.

Does that give you motivation all of a sudden?

Okay, let's talk about a little bit of my personal life...

Friends who follow my account on a certain public social platform should know that my wife and I are currently planning our wedding.

I don't know why, but many people seem to think that I am a wealthy person, or even a second-generation rich.

Here, I can tell you seriously that I am a genuine third-generation poor. Maybe my family could be called a big family before liberation, but not after the proletariat turned over to be the masters.

As far as I know, after liberation, my great-grandfather gloriously joined the ranks of the proletariat. All the family property was confiscated and all the gold and silver were dispersed; his second concubine was too deeply poisoned by the old social thoughts and was afraid that she would also be confiscated, so she hanged herself. In the next thirty years, he always swept the lanes for the people, without any salary, and even bought his own brooms and dustpans. From time to time, he had to submit a self-criticism, and I don't know what he was criticizing. Maybe the government at the time wanted him to understand what it means to be "a scholar can be killed but not humiliated."

So... friends who think my family is rich and doesn't lack money, you are thinking too much. It doesn't mean that I write slowly and ask for fewer votes, which means that I have no worries about food and clothing.

Although I have always smugly retained a so-called "literati" aloofness and integrity in my heart, I still have to compromise with reality many times.

For example, right now, whether or not I can achieve full attendance, I have to write and update as much as possible for the wedding.

At certain moments, compromise is for responsibility.

A man may never graduate from being chuuni, but a man must compromise for the people around him who are worth cherishing.

I originally wanted to use the above incomprehensible words as the ending of this article, but after thinking about it, adding a "—Vegeta" here might have a better effect?

Forget it, I'll go write the main text.