Fu Xi sat in the classroom listening to the teacher's lecture, feeling confused and disoriented. She thought that she would probably just be an ordinary person in the future and find a stable job.

Then she gets married, has children, takes care of them, until they grow up, get married, and she gets old, and that's the end of her life.

Fu Xi suddenly laughed. She was only nineteen years old, and her whole life had been like this?

The teacher saw that she hadn't even touched the books on her desk and said angrily, "Fu Xi, you're not paying attention in class and you're laughing. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some kind of top student."

Another day passed by in a daze.

When Fu Xi got home, she saw more than a dozen missed calls from editors on her phone. She immediately called back, and the call was answered almost instantly.

The editor's fierce voice came from the other end, "Fu Xi, are you trying to get yourself killed! The article was perfectly fine, how come it was suddenly all deleted and turned back into the first draft? My little devil, can't you give me a break?"

"I just felt that the revised version lacked soul, so I went back to the first draft."

"Look at how many people are criticizing you now." The editor was furious. Just because she said it lacked soul, did she have to revise an old draft?

Does she know how many people criticized the old draft, and how many people liked the new draft?

"Let me see." Fu Xi then turned on her computer, only to find the novel's review section filled with criticism.

[Is the author crazy? Why delete the entire new manuscript when it was going well? I spent so much money following your updates, and then you suddenly delete it all? How can you treat those of us who paid money like this?]

[The author enjoys being tortured? What an idiot!]

[Discarded, discarded, garbage.]

This kind of author is just asking for a beating from the streets. If you ask me, she should experience firsthand what it's like to have a kidney harvested!

[May your whole family be kidney-free, you're welcome, (smiling emoji)]

...

The entire row of reviews is one-star.

Fu Xi turned off her computer, not wanting to watch anymore. She muttered into the phone, "They're really good at cursing, and it's even boosting my popularity."

"Is it about generating buzz? This draft won't do. You have to revise it. Do you know how many people have reported you? Although there's nothing wrong with the draft itself, the problem is that there are too many reports, which could easily crash the system and cause problems here."

“This is my outline, and I won’t change it,” Fu Xi said stubbornly.

"You... fine, as long as you don't mind being criticized." The editor sighed, somewhat helplessly. Actually, she personally preferred the second draft; the plot between Xun Ting and Huo Lin was very well written.

"Okay, thank you for understanding, editor." After hanging up the phone, Fu Xi turned on her computer again.

She moved her fingers, intending to write a third draft, to have Xun Ting and Huo Lin together. She realized that writing a draft she was satisfied with in a short time was not so simple.

With no ideas in her mind, she pushed the computer away and gave up.

I'm sorry for listening...

Fu Xi is suffering from cyberbullying in the real world.

Listen to the suffering within the world of the book.

...

...

When Xun Ting opened her eyes, her mind was blank, yet she still had a sense of memory, as if a part of her memories had been stolen by someone else, making it impossible for her to recall them.

But he felt that his memory shouldn't be like this...

She rubbed her aching head. She remembered entering a book, and then what? What else happened?

"Get out of here if you're awake! Don't think I'll let you stay just because you're playing the victim."