"These next few days, you guys should use your spare time to organize the outline or ideas for the first draft."
Especially Lin Que…
"I've read your piece, 'Listening to the Snow'."
All eyes in the class instantly turned to Lin Que.
"The idea is profound, and the entry point is also very ingenious."
Shen Qingqiu gave him a very high evaluation in front of the whole class, which was rare for her.
"If nothing unexpected happens, passing the initial selection for submissions should be no problem."
But what follows is an on-the-spot essay writing exercise, which tests one's quick wit and knowledge.
You...you can't let your guard down.
"Understood, teacher."
Lin Que nodded lazily, twirling the black pen in his hand.
"Alright, open your textbooks. Today we're going to talk about 'Yangzhou Slow - Famous Capital of Huaizuo'."
Shen Qingqiu delivered the lesson with remarkable fluency and ease.
Lin Que, however, seemed somewhat distracted.
His mind was filled with the image of that fallen high heel and the story of the body in his heart.
Finally, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
"bell--"
Lin Que almost launched himself off the ground.
"Hey? Brother Que, where are we going? Didn't we agree to go to SDC (Soda)..."
Before Wu Di could finish speaking, he only saw Lin Que's back disappear through the back door.
"Another day! Something important is happening today!"
Lin Que's voice came from afar.
He didn't go home, nor did he go to an internet cafe.
Instead, he jogged straight to his studio in SOHO Future City.
Pushing open the door, a wave of cold, desolate air hits you.
Lin Que didn't turn on the headlights, and skillfully turned on the computer.
The blue light from the screen illuminated his slightly excited face.
Log in to the Hongguo Reading backend.
The data continues to surge.
The number of readers of "The Ferryman" has exceeded a terrifying number.
In contrast, the copycat "Ferry Convenience Store"
Although they barely managed to maintain their popularity through online trolls and advertisements,
However, the rating has already fallen below the passing grade, and the comment section is full of criticism.
In the bottom right corner of the computer screen, the red penguin was flashing wildly.
[Red Fox]: Hi! I've sent you last month's royalty statement to your email! Please take a look!
[Red Fox]: By the way, the comments section has been flooded with readers urging for more updates lately.
Everyone says that with the end of "The Ferryman," they feel empty and desperately need some toxic chicken soup from the master of "Dream Weaver of Hell" to wake them up!
[Red Fox]: Big Brother? Are you there? You didn't go into seclusion to cultivate some unparalleled divine skill, did you?
Lin Que glanced at the long string of numbers, his heart unmoved.
Money is just a number to him now.
It's enough to make my parents live well and to give them the confidence to do what they want.
He opened the comments section.
[Update Urging]: Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare rest like this! Dream Weaver, if you don't update soon, I'm going to go to Convenience Store No. 444 with my obsession!
[Discussion]: After watching "Convenience Store" next door, it felt like a thesis defense. I still miss the chilling, aloof feeling of "Dream Weaver." Please update!
[Hot Topic]: Have you seen the news? That girl who jumped off the building... Sigh, if she had seen "The Ferryman," would she have been less foolish?
Lin Que stared at that comment for two seconds.
Since some people want to see real hell, let's grant their wish.
He had no extra expression, his fingers resting on the slightly cool keycaps.
The sound of hammering echoed in the empty studio.
Create a new chapter.
Title: [The Fox Spirit's Medicine]
The cursor flickered, and Lin Que typed the first line of text.
"It was a bottle of potion that smelled of corpse oil."
Just one drop can bring flesh to withered bones and make ugliness bloom.
But what the girl didn't know was that the fox spirit never accepted money; it only accepted...
life. "
...
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