Chapter 73 Hell Yeah

(Yuki POV)

I tried to write…

Comfortable seats, my favorite table and I was even played by violists and pianists. But it's frustrating because the floor is once again full of papers that I can only write a few words on so I immediately throw them away.

An assistant set down a glass of water and I stopped writing. I stared at him, and grinned. I immediately liked it and tore up the paper I was writing on which surprised me. Bowed in front of me and backed away.

In my annoyance, I immediately sent the papers flying, threw stones at everyone on the table and stuck the pen on the table. Ts

I screamed and scolded myself.

I don't really have anything good to write. I'm disgusted with myself.

Sobbed and suddenly laughed. My brain and hands are so useless... There is not even a good story to write. If my editor sees me, he or my writing colleagues will surely laugh at me. Ts They should be killed!

The pianist and violist didn't know if they were going to leave, because my staff blocked the do