Besides, where would he find the time?

He still needs to go to school and prepare for the college entrance examination.

This is absurd.

It must be a coincidence. In this world, there will always be some exceptionally talented people who just happen to appear at the same time.

She tried to comfort herself with these words, but her heart started pounding uncontrollably.

She closed the webpage, got up, and prepared to go to sleep.

Only a dim bedside lamp was on in the bedroom. Her bed was in a European retro style, with a considerable gap between the edge of the bed and the ground, casting deep shadows underneath.

Shen Qingqiu stood by the bed and hesitated for a full minute.

In the end, she gritted her teeth, didn't go to bed, but turned around and went to the living room to tidy up the cushions on the sofa.

Tonight, she decided to sleep on the sofa.

...

The next day, Saturday.

Lin Que slept in late, a rare occurrence, and didn't get up until the sun was high in the sky.

His parents had gone to work long ago, and the house was quiet.

He brushed his teeth while checking his phone to see what he had accomplished the previous night.

"Not bad, not bad."

Lin Que looked at his phone screen and nodded in satisfaction.

The topic "Don't look under the bed tonight" has topped the trending charts on major social media platforms.

The related trending topics are #How to scientifically inspect the bottom of a bed#, #Sales of floor-standing beds have surged#, and #Psychological experts say there's no need to panic excessively#.

He even saw a news report that the psychological counseling departments of major hospitals in Jiangcheng City were fully booked last night, with many people claiming to have "bed phobia".

The data for "Human World is Like Prison" has skyrocketed.

Overnight, the number of reads exceeded one million, and the total amount of donations exceeded one hundred thousand.

A wealthy reader named "Cure for Low Blood Pressure" showered the reader with a hundred "King of Gifts" gifts in one go.

This directly set a new record for a single person's single donation on Hongguo Novel Network.

In the comments section, readers are no longer simply urging for more updates, but have begun to spontaneously create their own "secondary works".

Brothers, I've got it! If you can't look under the bed, what about the wardrobe? The mirror? The toilet? I feel like there's no safe place left in this world!

Is the author a devil? Is he conducting a large-scale social psychology experiment affecting the entire country?

I've dismantled my bed and am sleeping on the floor starting tonight. My mom asked me why, and I said it's to feel closer to the earth.

Lin Que watched with great interest.

The feeling of stirring up the emotions of the entire society with one's own power is just so exhilarating.

He was enjoying the reading when his phone suddenly rang. It was his editor, Green Ivy, calling.

Lin Que cleared his throat, answered the phone, and lowered his voice by eight octaves.

It was his signature voice when he disguised himself as a "dream weaver from hell".

"Hello."

"Dream Weaver!"

Green Ivy's voice trembled with excitement on the other end of the phone.

"Did you see that? We did it! We've set the entire internet ablaze!"

"Yes, I saw it."

Lin Que's tone was calm and composed, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

"Teacher, you are amazing! Your line 'Tonight, don't look under the bed' is absolutely an epic marketing slogan!"

The entire company is now studying your case!

By the way, your payment has already been prepaid to your account and will arrive within one minute. Please remember to check your account! The remaining payments will arrive gradually throughout the day!

Just then, my phone rang crisply, and a bank notification popped up.

Lin Que's gaze fell on the screen, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Your account ending in 3101 received 145,000 Chinese Yuan at 12:39 PM on October 22, 2035, leaving a balance of 145,002.67."

Looking at this string of numbers, Lin Que could picture his parents' calloused hands.

They were all ordinary workers who worked diligently their whole lives, but could barely make ends meet in this city.

This sum of 140,000 was an enormous amount of money that they never dared to dream of.

Lin Que gripped his phone tightly, a sense of responsibility he had never felt before welling up inside him.

This is just the beginning!

He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and spoke calmly into the phone in his usual aloof tone:

"Money is just a number, don't worry about it. I just want to write something quietly."

He's putting on such a show, he'd give himself a perfect score.

The woman on the other end of the phone, Green Ivy, was clearly stunned. After several seconds, she spoke in an almost worshipful tone:

"Understood! Don't worry, we will absolutely not disturb your creative process!"

However… readers are frantically asking in the app's backend, "Are there any new ad copy for tonight?"

They actually want more?

Lin Que thought for a moment and decided that he couldn't go too far and needed to give these poor readers some breathing room.

"Not tonight."

He said slowly.

"Let them get a good night's sleep."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Que stretched.

I have important business to attend to this afternoon.

That was the semi-final of the city's essay competition.

He changed into a clean school uniform, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and left home.

Destination: Jiangcheng City Cultural Palace.

He wanted to see just how good the world's "literary elites" really were.