The live stream was short, only about 45 minutes.
"Okay, I need to go with my partner now. See you next time!"
Before netizens could react, Shen Bei'an had already ended the broadcast.
She looked up and saw Gu Nanyan sitting directly in front of her. Her eyes were curved, and they seemed to contain the silvery light of stars.
"Lover?" Gu Nanyan parted her thin lips slightly and uttered the two words that Shen Bei'an had just spoken. Compared to Shen Bei'an's seemingly casual remark, her words carried a more relaxed tone.
She looked at him with a half-smile.
Shen Bei'an strode over, tilting his head back like a proud crane, "What, isn't he your lover?"
"Wife" and "daughter-in-law" don't seem to fit this kind of occasion, and "madam" doesn't seem to fit either of them.
After much thought, it seems that the word "lover" is the most appropriate.
“Of course, it’s my lover.” Gu Nanyan stood up, and in an instant, Shen Bei’an was shrouded in shadow.
He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her neck.
After a long while, she buried her head in Gu Nanyan's shoulder and said, "I was so busy chatting and playing during the live stream that I'm hungry." Her slightly swollen lips parted slightly as she spoke in a coquettish tone.
"The housekeeper and the others have almost finished baking. Let's go and have some together." Gu Nanyan remained in the same position.
“Carry me over there…” Shen Beian kept quiet about what had just happened during the live stream, after all, the streamer was also a semi-public figure.
He's not an imperial currency; he can't be liked by everyone.
Besides, people like that can be found everywhere.
"Um."
The couple sat on the beach, leaning on each other, eating barbecue and drinking juice.
The night sea rises and falls with the tide, the bright moon hides its distant affections behind the clouds.
A one-night stand, as intoxicating as fine wine, intoxicates the heartstrings, and they entwine in tender embrace.
The hibiscus blossoms fade as the locust tree's fragrance fades, leaving behind a tapestry of blossoms.
"Just send the lawyer's letter as instructed by the master." Gu Nanyan, dressed in a light blue silk robe, sat on the reef, gazing at the surging sea ahead, his expression unreadable.
The island was shrouded in the swaying shadows of trees, and the beautiful woman in the tent had long since fallen asleep.
"Yes, should we notify your agent?"
Gu Nanyan faced the sea breeze and said, "That's dereliction of duty. Tell him he won't get his bonus this month."
The sound was calm and quickly disappeared into the surging waves.
No matter what, they are his artists, and neglecting them would be dereliction of duty.
"yes."
——
southeast
"Han Lianxian is still useful; he can't be rendered useless like this." In the shadows, an old man sat at a table, slamming his cane against the ground. "Make sure you contact the people there. If he suffers any losses, let them think about their own official positions!"
"Yes... please calm down, sir."
"And those other matters, tell them to hurry up, the people in the capital are pressing us." The old man seemed exasperated. "If we can't move in the southeast, can't we at least move in the southwest?! It's near the border, in northern Myanmar. Hurry up!"
Yes, yes, yes.
The young men were bent over, their heads almost touching their legs.
“But… old man,” a young man suddenly spoke up, “it’s true that things are chaotic in the southwest, but… at this time… the cadets of the Southwest Military Academy are… conducting exercises.”
The empire has many military academies, and the holidays for military academy students are different from those of ordinary university students.
Just like this summer, many universities have started their holidays, while some military academies are still conducting exercises, with the Southwest Military Academy being one of them.
"Just a bunch of immature brats." The old man's tone was very disdainful. "What kind of trouble can they cause? Don't bother with them. If we run into them, we'll deal with it as it comes. There's no need to worry so much. They're not like the young masters from the capital, all so precious and aloof."
“Grandpa, the fourth young master of the Chu family in the capital is here.” Another young man hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"The Chu family?" The old man's eyes sharpened. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Since they are military academy students and this is an exercise, we don't need to worry about them! Just do your jobs well."
"yes."
——
"What's going on?" Shen Bei'an happily spent money on anime, occasionally looking for fan fiction and fan art online.
I suddenly saw some inappropriate comments.
There's a sudden surge of online claims that "The Man on the Verge of Death" plagiarized?
"I knew it was plagiarism! How could an unknown newcomer be so talented?!"
"Exactly! The lead writer, screenwriter, and colorist are all the same person? How is that possible?!"
"The plot of this book is obviously plagiarized from Mrs. Fujiki Sake Brewing's 'The Sea of Death,' need I say more?"
...
The occasional comments defending chercher (the artist of "The Man on the Verge of Death") were quickly drowned out by the vast sea of comments.
Some people have even created color palettes.
Tatami Sake is a well-known author on a relatively famous novel website in the Empire. Her novel "The Sea of Death," which she started drawing a year and a half ago, almost immediately topped the charts upon its release, not to mention its subsequent popularity.
As for "The Man on the Verge of Death," it was written on a small website, discovered and spread widely until now, with many people even wanting to acquire the copyright for a comic adaptation or a TV series.
But Chercher, who was sitting there, did not agree.
"How could Chercher plagiarize! That's utter nonsense!" Shen Beian looked at the screen in the air, her little face flushed with anger.
That's the original female lead from the book, how could she possibly plagiarize!
And needless to say, it's based on the female lead's personal experiences, how could it possibly be plagiarism!
Two long, slender, fair hands typed "click-clack".
"If you're going to accuse me of plagiarism, then produce the evidence. What nonsense are you spouting?"
"What? Just because the lead writer, screenwriter, and colorist are all the same person, it's plagiarism? They're just amazing, are you jealous?"
"The authorities haven't even said anything yet, and you're already accusing them of plagiarism?!"
"Even if it's plagiarism, who knows who copied whom? 'The Man on the Verge of Death' was published half a year earlier than 'The Sea of Death'! Just because Garcinia Brew is famous and Chercher isn't, doesn't mean it's plagiarism!"
"Let's go eat fish sometime. You're all experts at picking out bones. What do you mean by 'similar profile'? Can your third eye, like that of Erlang Shen, see any resemblance to my Night God's heavenly beauty?!"
"The Person on the Verge of Death" is a non-romanceable comic set in interstellar space. The protagonist, Ye Xun, is the illegitimate child of the Emperor of the Yunhua Empire and a lowly beastman race, abandoned on a garbage planet from a young age. The story is roughly about her journey of leveling up, fighting monsters, making friends, and, with youthful vigor, defeating an insectoid race to build a better home.
There is a novel with the same name, written by Chercher.
The novel is nearly a million words long, and the author's writing style, plot, world-building, framework, and so on are all very well-conceived, making it a bestseller.
Chercher's autographed books have been resold for an unbelievable price.
There's no other reason than that Chercher was too lazy to sign, so only 100 copies were personally signed.
"Garbage sorting has been in place for so long, shouldn't you be consciously using the trash can where it belongs?"
...
Shen Beian grew angrier the more he thought about it. Where did this rule come from that if a newcomer does something well, it must mean they've copied someone else's work?!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com