Qingdao University has two canteens, both of which are three-story buildings.
Since it wasn't lunchtime yet, there weren't many people in the cafeteria.
The window on the far side of the third floor.
Zhou Chu sat there, scrolling through his phone while eating.
As a complete flop author, he doesn't have many readers, so the comments can usually be read in a minute.
But he always compared the original text with the comments one by one, carefully considering every reader's suggestion and criticism.
Just like the scene with Gu Man at the beginning.
There does seem to be a minor issue, but it was a split-second reaction at the time.
He couldn't have thought that through completely; perhaps he really did make a mistake.
No one is perfect, right?
Having written over 100,000 words, the future of this book is pretty much clear.
There aren't many readers, and I originally hoped the new book would be successful.
However, due to several plot errors, the follow-up reading was severely hampered.
It's definitely not going to get featured. Let's wait until it's released next weekend and see how the first-day subscription results are.
If I get 300 first-time subscribers, I'll update like crazy, even if I have to work myself to death!
If he has two hundred subscribers, he can keep writing.
Of course, if there's only one hundred...
It shouldn't be that bad, right?
With a follow-up reading ratio of 50:1, even a slice-of-life story shouldn't have fallen this low.
I'll keep working hard on the next book; my current task is to finish this one.
He watched the sparrows flying slowly past the window, which seemed to be a piece of the sky that had been cut off.
Even if his books flop, at least someone has read them, which means he has left a trace in this world.
Thinking about it this way, the original sadness was undoubtedly reduced a lot, and the vegetables in the bowl undoubtedly tasted better.
That's right. Considering his current royalties, eating vegetables every day is already considered a high standard.
With only a few dollars a day for writing, I'd probably be kicked out if I tried to eat abalone or lobster.
With grades like that, do you still want to get married?
Do you really think all girls are like Little Jew, so virtuous and affectionate?
He couldn't bear to let Gao Qinyi live like that.
I saw on my WeChat Moments a couple of days ago that an author got married.
He was the kind of author he had been pursuing for ten years, and now, nearing thirty, he has finally gotten married.
Earning over 100,000 yuan a month is considered quite successful.
When he achieves this level of success, he can finally confess his feelings to Gao Qinyi.
Therefore, it's better to write more.
Zhou Chu finished the last piece of cabbage in his bowl, picked up the plate, and walked out of the cafeteria.
A computer is propped up in the room.
Two hours later.
He channeled his grief and anger into strength and successfully wrote five thousand words.
That's enough for today, but I also need to save some for the weekend's release.
Not everyone is a tentacle monster.
While four thousand words is the limit for human beings, it is still possible to surpass it if one is in the right state of mind.
Lying on the sofa, the moment he opened his phone, he saw Gao Qinyi's message.
He was typing on Do Not Disturb mode regardless of who was around, which is why he didn't hear Gao Qinyi's ten consecutive messages.
[Girl with piano: Where are you? I'll be out of class in five minutes, want to eat together?]
[Girl playing the piano: I'm out of class! Where are you?]
[Girl with a piano: Aren't we going to eat together?]
[Girl: Are you there? Are you there? (Angry)]
[Qin Girl: Are you going back to writing?]
[Qin Girl: They should have gone back by now. No need to push yourself so hard, it's not easy for you to come all this way to Qingda.]
[Girl: If all else fails, just quit. I'll take care of you then (doge emoji)]
[Girl with a piano: Aren't you going to reply?]
[Qin girl:...]
[Girl with piano: I'm serious!]
[Qin Girl: Looks like you're really going back to writing. I won't bother you then. I'm going to have dinner with Fei-jie.]
[Qin Girl: I'm already back in my room. Just knock on my door when you're finished typing.]
Zhou Chu specifically checked the time of the most recent message.
Half an hour ago.
It's around 1 p.m. now, and the afternoon classes will start around 1:30 p.m.
Zhou Chu decisively pushed open the door.
There was a small box by the door, the kind that smelled really good.
Zhou Chu bent down, picked up the box, and opened it a little bit.
There are two grilled squid inside!
There was another line of text on the edge of the box:
"These two grilled squid are for you! Although I really wanted to eat them right away!"
The signature is "Daughter Wang".
Two kings, plus a woman below, and you have a character?
This is a word puzzle with absolutely no technical skill involved.
I remember he was only five years old at the time, and the nickname he gave Gao Qinyi was "Princess".
Gao Qinyi gave him the nickname "Chihuahua".
Because at that time he was very small, like a small house dog.
If you break down the character "周" (Zhou), you get the character "吉" (Ji).
I strongly resisted the nickname at the time, but in the end I succumbed to her tyranny.
The grilled squid smelled delicious.
The sides are slightly blackened from being charred, and the textured meat inside only becomes apparent after you take a bite.
It even contains shredded squid meat, which looks very appetizing.
For Gao Qinyi, who loves to eat so much, it's surprising that she would save two skewers for herself.
This shows just how determined she was.
The door next door moved slightly.
Zhou Chu instinctively shrank back and successfully retreated into his room.
He didn't know why he did it.
It's as if he simply felt ashamed that his new book had flopped.
After all, Gao Qinyi also had high hopes for him. Who wouldn't want their book with the female lead to become popular?
Who wouldn't hope that this love story would have a perfect ending?
But I'm afraid I'd find it hard to do that now.
Just like when he first started writing the book, he was all alone from beginning to end.
He had no fame or status, nor any money or ability.
He went into the world empty-handed and returned alone.
It's so hard to go out and see her!
He was eating two grilled squid legs, which were quite tough.
It also tasted slightly bitter, which was obvious because it had been sitting for too long and had cooled down.
Zhou Chu sat in his room and saw the message Shi Qianfei had sent in the group chat.
[Light rain: Afternoon graduate classes: Room 401, First Teaching Building, second period; Undergraduate classes: Room 203, Third Teaching Building, first period]
They are exactly offset.
Before Zhou Chu could realize the hidden meaning, another message popped up as a notification.
[Girl with piano: Do you want me to go to class with you?]
[Chu Kuangren: No need]
This time, his response was exceptionally fast, a stark contrast to the dozen or so pages he couldn't answer before.
[Girl with a piano: Really not going to? (Scrutinizing)]
She had imagined that Zhou Chu would refuse.
But to my surprise, they didn't even make up any reasons!
He just came out; I could hear the sound myself.
And the squid skewers in front of the door are gone too.
But just as she opened the door, Zhou Chu's door closed just as it did so through the last crack.
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