Alliance: Pick Ashe, Rita is broken

Chapter 569: Still paying off the debts I owed...

564章，565章已经补齐，还差566、567、568和今天的两章一万字……

We are updating and paying back the debt...

For now, we still need to maintain our current good state. After all, we still have a long way to go and can't let up even a little. Especially regarding that mission, it's best not to involve Zhang Jie for the time being.

Speaking of progress, we're still quite a ways off from our 10,000-word goal! But that's okay; as long as we work hard, anything is possible. I'll start updating tonight at 7 PM, and I expect to finish the 5,000-word update in about five hours. With a little more effort tomorrow and some extra writing, I should be able to finish the rest.

Honestly, these days of rushing to finish manuscripts and pay off debts are truly unbearable! If I hadn't procrastinated and gotten started sooner, perhaps things wouldn't be so grueling now. But there's no other way; things have come to this point, so I just have to grit my teeth and persevere. Oh, I truly believe that procrastination is a bad habit that must be avoided. Once you do, it's a bottomless pit, a never-ending "debt," and it plunges you into endless pain and anxiety.

But even if I complain, I still have to do the work I need to do. Every second counts, and I must give it my all. I hope this experience will help me completely break my procrastination habit and become a highly efficient and self-disciplined creator. Keep going! I'm confident I'll be able to successfully complete all my update tasks tomorrow.

As night fell, the lights came on, and the clock quietly struck seven. As usual, I sat at my computer desk, opened the familiar document page, and prepared to begin my journey of writing. My hands rested lightly on the keyboard, as if they were my soulmates. With the touch of my fingertips, the crisp, rhythmic tapping echoed throughout the room.

Immersed in the world I've constructed, images flashed through my mind, one after another, like a rapid-fire reel of film. Vivid characters, gripping plots, and the twists and turns of the story all leaped onto the screen through my fingers. My inspiration flowed like a spring, and my pen flowed with such fluidity and naturalness.

However, around 2,000 words in, I suddenly hit an invisible wall. My previously flowing train of thought came to a halt, and the plot froze! I couldn't help but feel a surge of irritation, and instinctively reached out and raked my hair, as if that would pry the inspiration out of my head.

In desperation, I stood up and paced back and forth across the room, trying to calm myself and find a new way forward. However, the more anxious I became, the more confused my thoughts became. Just as I was about to fall into despair, a sudden flash of inspiration struck me—a brilliant tactic I'd used in a previous game came to mind!

Suddenly, something clicked in my head, and with such excitement I could barely express myself, I sprinted back to my computer, sat down quickly, and put my hands back on the keyboard, typing away, integrating my newfound inspiration into the story.