Yang Suiyi is a total homebody whose favorite pastime is writing novels on various websites. However, she inevitably abandons every single one, earning curses from countless readers while gleefully...
Who is Yang Suiyi? Aside from close friends and family, nobody knows. But if someone asks who Suiyi Yangzhi is? They could talk about him for three days and three nights! His achievements have shocked all the major online novel platforms. The reason is simple: he's dedicated to creating plot holes for a hundred years. He's written countless novels, and if you look closely, they're all plot holes! Therefore, he's gloriously earned the title of "Master of Plot Holes." So, what is our master doing now?
In apartment 69 on the third floor of Building A, Lanhu Residential Area, Z City, a long-haired woman dressed in pajamas casually sat in front of a computer, typing away on the keyboard as usual. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the girl was writing a novel.
"100,000 words, that's enough! After submitting this chapter, I can start a new book. What kind of genre should I write?" The woman propped her head up, thinking, but after a long time, she still couldn't come up with anything to write.
"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Hehe! Let's see what my little darlings are talking about in the reader group." The woman secretly opened the reader group.
Qingfeng Jiangshang: "Did you guys say there would be an update today?"
"Based on past experience, this book is probably going to be a flop!"
Hua Rufeng: "@Suiyiyangzhi, please don't abandon me."
Love Painting: "Please don't abandon this story +1, please keep the formation from now on."
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It's no wonder they're scamming us: "Please don't scam us!"
If Yang Zhi keeps messing things up, I'll curse her to become cannon fodder in her own book and not survive more than five chapters.
Lianhua: "This curse is absolutely amazing!"
Qianqianjie: "Agreed!"
As beautiful as a flower: "Agreed."
Little Bird Flying: "Agreed"
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Yang Suiyi: ...Looking at the unanimously agreeing group, she was speechless. She rolled her eyes at the computer. If curses worked, what would be the point of the police? She'd been reading too many novels and was overthinking things. She checked the time; it was already midnight. Time to sleep. She turned off the computer, went to the bed, lay down, and fell asleep. In her hazy state, Yang Suiyi seemed to be dreaming! Actually, it wasn't a dream at all; it was simply that the readers' resentment was so great that the curse had come true.