"Initial subscriptions, three hundred!"
Gazing at the four big, dazzling-to-the-point-of-being-somewhat-blinding characters on the writer's assistant app, the youth's face was expressionless, with a hint of self-mockery at the corner of his lips.
"Xuánjí, initial subscriptions, three hundred! Rank: Hit the Streets!"
Next to the writer's assistant, Editor Ziliang glanced at the information displayed and announced it with an indifferent tone...
No sooner had Editor Ziliang's words left his mouth than, predictably, a wave of ridicule stirred up in the authors' group chat.
"Three hundred initial subscriptions, just as I expected. This 'genius' has been marking time for another year."
"Ah, this waste has really brought shame to White Rose's name."
"If it weren't for Editor Ziliang's high regard for him, such a loser would have been driven out of the family long ago to fend for himself. How else would he still have the chance to hang around in White Rose's chat group all day?"