How about holding billions of wealth and supreme power? I can control your life.

I feel lazy but at the same time bored, thus, just going to select from the comments of each chapter on what to write on the following chapter. I'd just start a topic. Then if the story deviates from the ongoing topic, I'd introduce a new topic. Not a "pro" author, just a really bored person that actually wants to write something but don't know how.

*did write something but was too embarrassed by it.... enough not to show it... thanks for the comments tho.

With a vicious glow in his eyes, George immediately posted another status. [It's fake! It's a shameless fake! Do you really think a Chinese person can write such an amazing English song? If it was only one song, that might be attributed to sudden inspiration. However, this second song only took seven days. Which of the experienced singers in our own country can achieve such a feat? Moreover this is just a Chinese guy.
[Hehe, the Chinese are really skilled at making fakes. I'm afraid everything is within their control. These two songs must be the work they poured everything into. They're intentionally hyping this up in order to gain fame quickly.]
George presented it as though he had seen through everything and extended his disgust to all Chinese people.
He never once considered that the current situation was caused by his own actions. If he did not make those brazen statements, Ye Lingchen would not have written the second song. However, as the saying went, shamelessness knows no bounds. At that moment, George and Dani no longer knew what shame was.
Nevertheless, the status update had an effect and managed to divert a lot of attention away from them, especially from the foreigners.
[Now that George mentioned it, that seems to be the case.]
[I've suspected this from some time ago. How can a Chinese person write such an excellent English song?]
[F*ck, the Chinese are too shameless. They are just playing us for a fool.]
[George is a professional lyricist after all. He managed to see through the scheme in one glance. It's very difficult to write a song. How can the Chinese write such a good one just like that? Moreover, it's only been a week. How is that convincing?]
[So they came prepared. They must've had the support of an entire team.]
[Those two songs must be planned well in advance. What an elaborate plan.]
…
The arrogant foreigners finally found an excuse. It was not that they were outdone by the Chinese, but the Chinese cheated instead. It could only be said that they were too shameless.
Of course, it was inevitable that the foreigners and Chinese people started a flame war.
[F*ck, those foreigners are so shameless!]
[Sore losers. What a joke!]
[Is Singer Y's strength something you can fathom? Plebeians!]
…
Seeing the online attention was successfully diverted, George let out a sigh and smiled, muttering smugly to himself, "Hahaha, everything is under my control. No sweat."
Upon witnessing that, Dani was shocked. "George, that's amazing. You managed to turn that around."
"That's nothing," George said with a smile, "Online discussions are like a sword, devoid of its own will. It all depended on how one used it! To be honest, I learned these tricks from the Chinese themselves. Hehe, giving them a taste of their own medicine feels so good."
"I'm impressed," Dani wiped the sweat off face and let out a big relieved sigh. He then licked his lips. "Since it's that easy to divert attention, let's bring this to the next level."
George was stupefied. "Oh? What did you plan to do?"
Two hours later, the discussions online grew more heated. A lot of Chinese people were stewing in anger. By that point, the end result no longer mattered as both parties were stuck in a heated argument.
Right then, another piece of explosive news came out from nowhere.
Mary was a famous international lyricist. Her works were widely known since a decade ago, with countless classics under her name. However, in the past decade, she was having difficulty catching up with the times. She was running out of gas as she had no famous songs under her name for some time. 
Nevertheless, she still made a post. [Looking at the internet discussing which countrymen is more talented makes me feel embarrassed. I shouldn't be the one to say this as I'm supposed to keep my promises. I don't want to break my promise! However, seeing two English songs from China putting down the talents of our country, I feel deeply hurt. After some serious thinking, I finally came to an understanding. Even with my reputation in ruins, I need to stand up for my country's music industry. Actually...I'm the one that wrote the lyrics for those two songs by Singer Y.]
It was a shocking statement that stunned everyone!
Right after that, the foreigners grew extremely excited.
[F*ck me! It's just like I suspected!]
[I knew it! There's no way a Chinese person could have written it.]
[So it's Mary. That's no wonder then.]
[She didn't produce any works for the past ten years. It seems that she's gone to write for the Chinese. What a talent.]
[That's such a nice song. It's a waste to have written it for the Chinese.]
[Since you came forward, your mistake of writing for the Chinese people shall be forgiven.]
[So there's a deal being made. That makes sense now! The Chinese are just too despicable. Mary, we'll support you!]
…
Following that, the various entertainment media platforms grew restless. They were like famished wolves that caught the scent of meat, rushing in to report on this in droves.
Regardless of the country, media platforms had always been the ones to fan the flames. All that mattered to them was the scope of the news. Everything else was irrelevant.
[Mary stuns all after breaking ten year's silence!]
[Stealing results, the shamelessness of Chinese singers!]
[Shocking news, truth behind the hit songs!]
[Can Chinese people write English songs?]
Article after article quickly filled the corners of the internet, with the majority of them disparaging Singer Y. At the same time, they praised the music of their own country and looked down on Chinese music and its singers.
Meanwhile, on China's Weibo, everyone was stunned.
It was not because of the so-called truth, but rather the shamelessness of those people that shocked them.
[F*ck, they can do that?]
[Motherf*cker, what kind of crap is this? How can someone believe such nonsense?]
[How can someone just make a bold plagiarism claim like that and be taken seriously?]
[I really feel like laughing. Even the movies won't dare to have such a plot.]
[That's too shameless! It's showing me a new level of shamelessness from the foreigners.]
[It can't be helped. Our music industry and the international music industry has different norms. There's nothing much we can do to them.]
[Bring them to court. That's copyright infringement! Singer Y, sue them!]
[Tch, how are you going to sue them in their country? The foreigners will surely side with their own.]
[That's right, our country's law doesn't apply to them. F*ck!]
A lot of people were triggered.
There were other similar shameless actions, especially on rights of ownership. If you claimed this item or territory to be yours and they deny it vehemently, what could you do?
Dani's recording studio…
Dani and George snickered. 'Hehe, you shouldn't have picked a fight with us on our home field.'
"With this, even if this Singer Y is really talented, it's useless," Dani said with a laugh.
"That's right. Moreover, Mary just took over the copyrights of two songs. Hahaha, the Chinese people will be vomiting blood this round," George surmised.
Dani added, "Did you make it clear to Mary that we're splitting the price of those two songs's copyrights fee?"
"Don't worry, that goes without saying. We're all on the same boat after all."
…


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

Zhao Ming Qing only wanted to change the Chinese Medical Academy's foundational teaching books. The current ones used across Chinese medical academies across the nation were written in 1974 by several Chinese medical masters. During that era, Chinese medicine was challenged and deemed as pseudoscience. People felt that it should be abolished and replaced entirely with Western medicine.
However, certain things happened later on that proved Chinese medicine to be legitimate. From that point, it recovered from being abolished halfway. Hence, Chinese started to be established across the nation. But the embarrassing thing was that there were no decent foundational Chinese medicine teaching books. For beginners, learning from those ancient books was simply too hard. It was almost impossible.
In the end, the Education Department had invited several Chinese medical masters to work together and write books to fill in the lack of teaching materials.
This set of teaching materials was called the first generation of teaching materials and had been used until now.
It wasn't that no one was willing to write new teaching materials now but Chinese medicine was different from Western medicine. There were many diverse views regarding Chinese medicine and the average Chinese medical master did not possess the ability to provide well-rounded explanations. Hence, the teaching materials had not been changed after all these years.
Now that Zhao Ming Qing, as Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy's Director, suddenly wanted to replace the foundational teaching materials, it was only natural for it to draw so much attention.
On the Internet.
"Is he trying to cause trouble? He wants to replace the old teaching materials which have been used for decades? He must be looking for death."
"Don't say that. This Zhao Ming Qing is really amazing. He managed to find a cure for anorexia. Moreover, he made a pretty huge impact during that voluntary medical work incident a while back."
"These are two different things. The old teaching materials were written by a number of old Chinese doctors. Now, the descendants of those old Chinese doctors are already protesting."
"What's the point of protesting? I've seen the news. Those descendants have already become businessmen. None of them study Chinese medicine. What does that mean? It means that even they aren't willing to study it and they're only using this name for their own benefit."
"But who exactly is capable enough to dare to write the new teaching materials?"
"Haha, there's big news coming up. Standby for the turn of events."
There was a lot of pressure on Zhao Ming Qing at the moment.
The people form the Education Department hadn't come yet but the Chinese Medical Academy was already having a conference with all the higher-ups.
The Academy Deputy Director said with a suspicious look, "Director, this matter must be taken slowly. You can't be too rash. This incident has already caused large-scale public discussion on the Internet. If it isn't carried out well, it will be a huge problem."
This 'huge problem' referred to the Chinese Medical Academy becoming a joke. And Director Zhao might lose his appointment.
"Yeah, this isn't abiding by the regulations. All teaching materials are decided by the Education Department. If we change the teaching materials by ourselves, we would be challenging the Education Department."
"The academy students are protesting loudly as well. We must first appease the students."
They didn't know what else to say. In the past, they had a different impression of Director Zhao. He had always done things subtly. He would come to the academy, walk around, do some Chinese medical research and he barely even asked about matters regarding education.
But now, that Director Zhao was gone. The new Director Zhao was someone who loved to meddle with things.
This change was rather drastic.
Zhao Ming Qing said with a wave of his hand, "Any kind of reform is sure to be faced with controversy. However, I, Zhao Ming Qing, have been in the profession of Chinese medical education for several decades and I've always wished for Chinese medicine to further develop. There is no need to discuss this matter any further. My heart is resolute. If any problems arise, I will bear responsibility myself. It will not affect anyone else."
"Director, that's not what we mean. You want to promote the new teaching materials but at least tell us who is writing them so we will have an idea."
Zhao Ming Qing didn't say much, "When the teaching materials have been written, you will all know."
He didn't want to speak on this matter because his teacher was still writing the teaching materials. Before seeing the teaching materials for himself, he would not say it. If any problems occurred on his teacher's side or if the teaching materials did not fit the standards, then his teacher would be criticized. Hence, he kept quiet about this matter so that that wouldn't happen and only he would bear the responsibility.
In the Academy.
Qiu Jie and Zhang Tong Tong were chatting with some fellow students who had conflicting opinions. They couldn't help with the matter much but they could help to eradicate their fellow students' conflicting opinions.
They knew that the students didn't really oppose the change. But in front of something new and indefinite, it was natural to have such a mindset.
The descendants of the old Chinese medical masters who wrote the teaching materials were now involved in the business of treatment equipment. They had connections within the respective large medical academies.
When they met new people, they would be introduced as the descendants of the people who had written the Chinese medicine foundational teaching materials.
This, somehow, raised their statuses.
Now that someone wanted to replace the teaching materials, how could they just let that happen?
"Regarding the matter suggested by Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy's Director Zhao Ming Qing, I am furious. My grandfather put in his sweat and blood together with several other people to write these Chinese medicine foundational teaching materials and now, he wants to replace them. My heart aches, very much. In these several decades, these teaching materials have raised numerous Chinese medical masters and numerous experts. Now he wants to replace them with new teaching materials that we don't even know where they came from. I want to ask Director Zhao Ming Qing, have you ever asked for the opinions of others?"
Now that the descendants had spoken, the Chinese medical students who had been observing all along started to take a stand as well.
"I agree!"
"These old teaching materials are the blood and sweat of Chinese medical masters. How many people are there now who are capable enough to write new teaching materials?"
"Teaching materials are essential to nurturing Chinese doctors. If you just bring out new teaching materials out of nowhere, it will cause a drastic impact."
"Zhao Ming Qing has lost it."
The netizens saw all this noise and they watched as they chewed on their melon seeds. They didn't understand this. But the scolding battle on the Internet was very intense, so they came to watch the show.
However, there were Chinese doctors that were students of Zhao Ming Qing or had good relationships with him. They, of course, could not stand and watch Zhao Ming Qing get flamed. They had to lend him some support.
"Don't be distressed. Aren't you just afraid of losing your benefits? Your grandpa was a Chinese medical master but what are you now? You've completely made use of your grandfather's reputation to become a dealer that sells medical equipment."
"Yeah! You sell equipment that is worth $200,000 for $600,000. How greedy are you?"
"Reforms are necessary. Even Chinese medicine foundational teaching materials have to be changed with the times. The teaching materials written in the past have certain shortcomings that must be improved on in order to provide beginner Chinese medical students with reasonable study plans."
"I support Director Zhao."
"Only with good teaching materials can outstanding future generations of Chinese doctors be nurtured. We can't be restricted for certain people's benefit."
"I agree."
Now, the people from the Educational Department had come to lobby against Zhao Ming Qing.
It wasn't that they didn't agree with the reform but at the very least, the new teaching materials should be shown to them. If they were really better than the old ones, they would definitely support it.
However, now that the teaching materials hadn't appeared and the situation had already blown up, it was a little awkward.
If the matter wasn't handled properly, it would have a negative impact on the entire Chinese medical education industry.
...


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Several days later.
The New York Times: Gone with the Wind sells out in North America!
Canada, National Post[1]: Gone with the Wind sets a new sales record!
The Australian[2]: A novel that swept across the country!
UK, The Daily Telegraph[3]: Gone with the Wind sets a new standard in literary fiction!
The New Zealand Herald[4]: An in-depth analysis of the characters in Gone with the Wind!
Ireland, Raidió Teilifís Éireann[5]: Why is Gone with the Wind such a success in English-speaking countries?
Many of the English language media and television stations around the world were reporting about it!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
Gone with the Wind!
This name appeared everywhere!
This was undoubtedly even bigger publicity for the novel!
For a moment, the reputation of the novel, Gone with the Wind, had become even greater internationally. More and more people in English-speaking countries found out about this book and knew about this author named Zhang Ye. Even the people of many non-English-speaking countries where Gone with the Wind hadn't been published yet had developed a very strong interest and curiosity about this novel. Some of the foreign citizens whose English was better sought their friends' help to buy the book for them. If there was no localized edition of it, they were willing to read the English edition too. They wanted to see what was so magical and amazing about this book! Once this cycle began, it became very difficult to stop!
Thus, Gone with the Wind was selling even crazier now!
The sales volume each day was skyrocketing!
3 million!
3.5 million!
3.7 million!
…
Meanwhile.
In China.
At Zhang Ye's Studio.
At this moment, everyone was screaming with joy!
Ha Qiqi was very excited. "It's a success! We've done it!"
Zhang Zuo laughed heartily. "The foreign market has been opened! This is a historic breakthrough! Even without winning the Nobel Prize, we would go down in the history books! There has never been a Chinese novel that has sold so well overseas! The sales figures must have broken all records! And it's still setting a new high every day!"
Tong Fu was nervous. "C-Can this count as a Chinese novel?"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "I'm a Chinese citizen, and I wrote it, so why wouldn't it count?"
It was written in English!
And released overseas!
And the setting was even in America too!
And you're fucking telling me that this is a Chinese novel?
Tong Fu was floored.
Little Wang said in surprise, "Who cares what novel it is! All that matters is that it can sell well! We're gonna be rich this time! It's all money!"
Wu Yi was catching his breath from the excitement. "How much money will we earn? Ever since Director Zhang's comeback, the studio has been struggling to make ends meet. We finally have money!"
Zhang Ye proudly said with a smile, "Well, the money isn't important. What's important is the fame we earn. If we can break out onto the international stage, if we can gain a spot on the international celebrity rankings, there won't be a shortage of money making opportunities in the future. So don't set your sights too low. Oh yes, when will the Russian and Chinese editions be released?"
Ha Qiqi said, "They'll be released today!"
Zhang Ye said, "Alright, let's build on that and take the next city!"
"Got it!"
"Director Zhang is mighty!"
"You're so impressive!"
Everyone was sucking up to him. But maybe, it shouldn't be called sucking up since they were truly convinced by Zhang Ye's capabilities. They were utterly convinced by him from head to toe! By writing an English novel based on an American setting, everyone had thought that Director Zhang had fucked up and that he was being too rash. He was someone who had never ever been to America before, so how could he possibly write a novel with a setting that covered the American Civil War? Yet the reality was that Director Zhang could do it. He had actually used the novel to kick open the door to the international literature market. So how could they not be convinced by him?
At this moment, Zhang Ye finally felt reassured. It was a load off his mind.
He knew that Gone with the Wind wouldn't have any problems of unsuitability in the market. That it could sell so well had absolutely nothing to do with the promotions, advertisements, or his character. It was purely because this was a good book. This was a novel that could astonish the entire world's literary field even if it was just left there. The history of his previous world had proven this point. For a person to reach the pinnacle of the international literary world with just one novel, only Margaret Mitchell had achieved that!
And now.
Zhang Ye had recreated Mitchell's achievement in this world!
…
Meanwhile.
It blew up in China as well!
The news that had made it back to China's shores from the international scene had dumbfounded countless Chinese citizens!
On Weibo.
"Holy shit!"
"Is this fucking real?"
"Did he really break into the international market?"
"Gone with the Wind has sold like crazy?"
"Zhang Ye! Teacher Zhang! Fellow Zhang! I am truly in fucking genuflection of you!"
"You can even do it like this?"
"Is this novel really that good?"
"Who the hell knows? How on earth did it sell like crazy?"
"It's sold out in America, Britain, Canada, and Australia?"
"I'm feeling a little faint. Please allow me to calm down a little!"
"I'm also wondering just what sort of a novel this is."
"Who can still get the English edition?"
"You can't get them anymore."
"I heard that the Chinese edition is going on sale today!"
"Are you sure? Then I've got to buy a copy to read it!"
"I'll have to read it too. Just what is so awesome about this book?"
"I've never read foreign novels since childhood, but I've got to read it no matter what."
"What do you mean by a foreign novel? This is clearly a Chinese novel."
"Pfft! You call this a fucking Chinese novel? None of the main leads' names are even in Chinese!"
"That Zhang Ye has really made such a great transformation in his bid to get into the international scene!"
"But it does feel like this guy has managed his transformation successfully!"
"Hai, when has he not successfully made a transformation before? As long as it's something that he wants to do, there's basically nothing that he can't do. There's really something sinister going on with this fellow!"
…
In the Chinese literary circle.
"Heavens!"
"It can even be done like this?"
"Has it really sold so crazily?"
"The novel in all of the dozen English-speaking countries like America and Canada are sold out?"
"That's something that very few foreign writers can achieve!"
"What book is this called?"
"I don't know, I can't read English."
"I've read it a little, and it seems like it's about war and life. It's purely based on American history!"
"Just how did he manage to write something like that!"
"Actually, for someone who was able to write a book like Fortress Besieged years ago, I wouldn't be surprised by any book he writes. Zhang Ye's literary prowess is just too deep! He has mastered everything!"
"But he still couldn't have possibly mastered it all the way to America!"
…
At a male idol's studio.
"Can he really do it?"
"Why do I find this so unreal!"
"It is being sold around the world already?"
"And there's even a fucking Russian edition?"
"How does he know Russian!"
"Who can tell me the answer to your question!"
"He already knows English, so what's so surprising that he knows Russian as well!"
"When will the Chinese edition go on sale? Let's buy a few copies too. I wanna know what it's about! How can someone as notorious as Zhang Ye possibly write something that could convince the international audience!"
…
The Chinese media.
"Zhang Ye's new novel sells well overseas!"
"Zhang Ye might be the number one in China's literary field!"
"Will the Nobel Prize Committee cast a glance at Zhang Ye?"
"Gone with the Wind goes on sale in China today!"
"The Russian edition of Gone with the Wind will be released soon!"
"Can Gone with the Wind sell well in non-English-speaking countries? Wait and see!"
Zhang Ye's new novel had given a great shock to many people!
[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Post
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Australian
[3] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Daily_Telegraph
[4] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Zealand_Herald
[5] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raidi%C3%B3_Teilif%C3%ADs_%C3%89ireann


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

And here's the main thing, then re-read everything, edit it and leave the story short as the dough. For 1-2 months. then come back (if at this moment you will remember something about the novel, then try reading it from scratch. You will not like it much and delete it. But the novel will be more interesting and lively, will sparkle with new colors!

The idea is over, but in practice, you need to look!

Do not forget that in the short story the most important thing is how the characters communicate with each other! Therefore, "live dialogues" are needed!

But I have a tense relationship with them!


Dara said, "Well, that's all, nothing happens with this dialogue!"

The reader said, "phew, I don't want to read all the time that Dara said something."

Dara "Damn well, and how then to build a dialogue!"

Reader. "Learn the material part "that is, study other novels, see how the dialogue is built there!"

"Dialogue ... each author has his own way," thought the gift.

The reader "needs action to happen!"

Dara: "What the hell are you talking about!"

Reader: "This is not garbage! This is the basics of writing!"

Dara: "Well, you give bro! How can I write dialogue? Put a dash, a colon, write a tale, that, or just put my name Dara?"

Reader: "Look in yourself, look in a circle, and you will understand how to write"!

Dara: "Well, you and an eccentric! I don't understand how to write a damn ?!"

Reader: "Well, I also don't understand this well, but I don't like how your dialogues are composed, and your English is not so good!"

Dara: "Can I bite your nose off?"

Reader: "This is not civilized! No! I am against"!

Dara: "It's a pity, it's a pity! Well, I still do not understand how to write dialogs!"


And yes, this author's voice-over says, don't write big sentences! Share them! Do not get involved in the dialogue. It should not be big!

Do not forget about the choice, you should always have a choice !!! Darn! Sometimes it's better not to choose anything at all! The Chinese are right in their war strategy! But you need a choice ... you'll go straight, you'll get sides, you'll go to the left, they will deceive you and you won't give anything as always! And if you go to the right, you will have to tell the truth as it is to the big boss that he is fundamentally wrong. And he draws and blacklist and includes and takes a vow of begging, and also assigns a surveillance service.

So the Chinese method is better, do not go anywhere at all. This is also a kind of choice. As the Americans say, this is your choice and you are not the victim of your choice! (the latter they say later when the choice is made).

Reader: The author was a bad joke?

Author: and I can exclude you from the text block!

Reader: I was mistaken, you are such a fine fellow author, you are right, write what you want. But don't rule me out!

And yes, you must remember that there are many short stories, there are visual ones, there is the web, there are easy novels, and there are still classic novels.

Everywhere its subtleties, everywhere its dimensions, its rules, and exceptions to them.

Well, so far somehow!

But the question with the Jiang Magic Coin remains, for now, to finish and rewrite in the new version? or continue?

As with the text form or text block itself, with writing dialogs, how to write dialogue is more or less clear, but how it should look in the text is still a mystery ????? !!!!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Pei Qian took a sip of his tea and continued, "We will only offer fixed-rate contracts for the top writers on our website."
"That's because the terms of this contract are better. It's equivalent to giving a benefit to the authors of our website. We will not provide such benefits until other authors prove their strength."
"The total word count should be between 10,000 to 500,000 words for a fixed-rate contract. They cannot exceed 500,000 words."
"The fixed-rate contract will be calculated based on triple the revenue that the author earned from his previous books. For example, the original royalty contract of the author's previous book was about 1,000 yuan per 1,000 words. Then, the royalties for this book would be 3,000 words per 1,000 words."
"There is no minimum requirement to update. They can write as much as they want. Slow work will produce fine work."
"What's more, we don't accept complete originality, we can only write custom-made novels. We provide IPs for the authors."
Pei Qian could not help but be impressed by his own intelligence after he finished speaking.
Fixed-rate Contracts and customizing. Wouldn't he be able to wipe out all the famous authors on Zhongdian Chinese Network and cripple them?
Those who read online literature often knew that fixed-rate contracts and customizing was the easiest way to produce rubbish works.
That was because the first prerequisite for creating good works was freedom.
Authors could only write outstanding works if they were free to write about topics that they were good at and had strong drive in.
If an author who was good at writing sci-fi novels had to write romance novels, the things he wrote would definitely be horrible.
On the other hand, custom-made works were often works th\at the client had a certain need for commercial publicity. At that time, the author's creative thinking would definitely be restricted by the client.
The client would definitely suggest some changes or interfere with the author's outline in order for the works to meet their requirements. On the other hand, the author would not be able to create the works according to his own ideas. His attitude would be different and would not be able to produce 120% of the works.
That was because the first target of custom-made text was the client, not the reader. Thus, there was a high chance that it would not be liked by the reader.
On top of the restrictions on custom-made novels, the fixed-rate contract would further dampen the author's creativity.
That was because fixed-rate contracts meant that there would be a steady income. The cost of the custom-made text was also very high. The author only had to use a little bit of brainpower to bring the works to about 60 points to complete the client's requirements. There was no need to work hard to write 80 or even 100 points.
He would not be able to do it because his creative freedom was not high enough and the theme was not good enough even if he wanted to write to 100 marks.
Thus, Pei Qian had released this trump card of customization and the fixed-rate contract to "bribe" all the top writers of Zhongdian Chinese Network.
It was all about earning money for these authors irregardless of whether they were on royalties or fixed-rate contracts. How they chose would depend on which one earned more money.
It would be easier to write custom-made designs. The amount of royalties calculated by word count would almost double. He could earn as much money as he used to after writing casually every day. Why not?
If the royalties previously were 1,000 yuan per 1,000 words, he could earn 300,000 yuan per month by writing 300,000 words. According to the purchase order, the royalties would be tripled. He could earn the same amount of money by writing 100,000 words each month.
However, the workload was greatly reduced!
While the fixed-rate contract system was voluntary and not mandatory, Pei Qian felt that no one would reject such a good offer, right?
Who would go against money?
That way, the authors' income would not be affected and Pei Qian's purpose would be achieved if the website incurred losses.
Ma Yiqun obviously knew this very well. That was why he looked shocked. He did not know what Boss Pei was up to.
While it was up to the authors to decide whether they wanted to sell their book or not, only a few of the head writers would reject it based on the current price.
Of course, it was a good thing for the authors, but it seemed to be very risky for the website. If they were not careful, it would cause huge losses.
Ma Yiqun pondered for a moment and asked, "Boss Pei, are there any other restrictions on this fixed-rate contract? What if no one reads the novel written by the author? Can you ask him to finish the novel in advance or force him to edit it?"
Pei Qian shook his head. "There are no other restrictions. However, there is a requirement for the word count. Each book has to be written at ten to five hundred thousand words. If it exceeds five hundred thousand words, they will not be paid. They will have to start another book."
The reason why he set the word count requirement was mainly to create difficulties for the authors who were used to writing long chapters.
At the moment, the standard word count for online novels was two to three million words. No matter how long it was, there were many people who could write five million words or more.
Therefore, when the authors first set the story outline, they were used to setting the entire text above two million words. If the great authors could write something famous, they would definitely be more familiar with it.
However, now they had to compress the story to a hundred to five hundred thousand words and write a short story. That would be using a creative way that they were not good at.
On the other hand, most readers of online novels liked to read long works and were not interested in short stories.
That way, the possibility of making money from novels would be further reduced.
Ma Yiqun asked again, "We can terminate the purchase agreement if the authors write a few rubbish novels, right?"
Pei Qian wanted to say no, but he felt that it did not make any sense. An author had been producing rubbish, but the website was still buying out his work at extremely high royalties from him. It did not make sense and was too unreasonable.
Thus, after some consideration, he decided to adopt a relatively neutral plan. "If the results of two consecutive books are very bad, let the author revert back to a royalty contract. He can continue with the fixed-rate contract when he's doing well again."
That way, authors who wanted to slack off would be able to continue writing with a fixed-rate contract and cheat money after writing a novel with royalty contracts. The rules of the website were basically 'come and cheat me of my money' and 'this fool has a lot of money' written on it.
Ma Yiqun asked again, "What type of custom-made novels should there be?"
"Can we take on some custom-made novels from other companies?"
Pei Qian immediately shook his head. "No! We can only write with the IP that Tengda has."
Ma Yiqun: "…"
He might still be able to make a profit if he could accept custom-made novels from other companies.
For example, if some popular online games needed to be promoted, Ma Yiqun could recommend his outstanding authors to the company, ask the company to fork out money, and ask the authors to write them. That way, Zhongdian Chinese Network could earn a sum of advertising fees.
However, Boss Pei rejected that possibility on the spot!
According to Boss Pei, the restrictions on custom-made novels were really strange.
It could not be purely original nor could it be custom-made by other companies. It could only be Tengda's IP.
What was Tengda's IP?
Ma Yiqun gave it some thought. This included the various games that Tengda had developed, such as Repent and be Saved, Ocean Stronghold, Struggle, and so on.
This included the short videos and films that Fei Huang Workspace had already shot, such as Tomorrow is Beautiful and the current filming of Mission and Choice;
That included the various IP images bought from GOG, as well as original hero characters like Modest and Ruan;
Including the various superhero characters in the works of Hurricane Comics;
Other than that, some of the popular novels on Zhongdian Chinese Network and other miscellaneous things were considered Tengda's IP.
It did look like a lot, but what was the point of customizing these things?
The only use was to fill up the entire "Tengda Universe" 's story storage. However, many of the IPs did not need to be filled up at all: The content of the original work had already been expressed very clearly and thoroughly. Why did it still have to continue?
Would these authors be able to write stories that were comparable to the original works if they wrote them seriously? Ma Yiqun did not think so at all. That was because many of the original works were personally written by Boss Pei. These authors would not be able to catch up even if they tried.
What's more, it was still a loss compared to the money spent on buying these works.
That was because the purchase strategy this time was not only targeted at one author, but all of Zhongdian Chinese Network's top authors. If these authors were determined to deceive and cheat money, Zhongdian Chinese Network would spend a lot of money on rubbish. It would be very difficult to guarantee the website's interests.
Ma Yiqun pondered for a long time, but he was still very confused by Boss Pei's decision.
However, Ma Yiqun did not say much seeing Boss Pei's confident expression.
Boss Pei's actions were always so unpredictable after all. No matter how ridiculous and strange Boss Pei's decisions looked at the beginning, they were proven to have deeper meaning and were extremely successful.
Thus, Ma Yiqun nodded. "Alright, Boss Pei. I'll make the arrangements soon."
Pei Qian was very satisfied with his attitude. "Yes, very good."
"On top of that, there's another matter regarding the authors' class."
"This class has been running for some time. It's time to make some improvements."
"My idea is to create another 'inspiration class' based on this study class."
"Gather all the top writers, especially those who have decided to write custom-made novels, and join this inspiration class."
"In the inspiration class, we will prepare a large number of novels, movies, and games for them. We asked them to collect materials from them every day. Then, they would exchange their writing skills and knowledge and recommend games or movies that they think are fun."
"For this inspiration class, there must be some initial investment. For example, the monitor must be big, the earphones must be good, the seats must be comfortable, and the various resources inside must be directly purchased from the original, ultra-high-definition blue-light discs to provide the best viewing experience for everyone."
"In the previous class, the authors could only write and check their information. They could not do anything else. In this inspiration class, the authors could only do things related to collecting inspiration. They could only write for two hours every day for eight hours."
Ma Yiqun was stunned again. "Huh? This…"
How was this an inspiration class? It was obviously a pleasure class and a slacker class!
One of the most important reasons why the study class had been successful before was that the "small dark room" could allow authors with poor self-control to concentrate on writing in this environment. That was how many outstanding works were born.
However, now, everyone could watch movies if they wanted to. They could play games if they wanted to. Not only were they not locked up in the dark room, but they were also restricted to writing for two hours a day.
Wasn't that encouraging them to slack?
What's more, Boss Pei had also said that this inspiration class was mainly targeted at authors who had decided to write custom-made novels. These people's requirements for updating were very low to begin with, and their creativity would probably not be high. He had also arranged a comfortable and enjoyable environment for them…
These people were probably going to be crippled!
They were the top writers and pillars of Zhongdian Chinese Network. If they were to become useless, not only would it affect the website's income, but it would also affect the number of outstanding works and readers' comments on the website…
Ma Yiqun hesitated for a moment and said, "Boss Pei, isn't this environment too relaxed?"
Pei Qian sniggered. "That's right!"
"To these top writers, they have no lack of skills or skills. If they want to improve, they need more inspiration. They need to slow down and work hard!"
"Nowadays, many novels have millions of words. Each day, they would update thousands or even ten thousand words a day. How can a good novel be written with such huge pressure?"
"Tell them to slow down and polish it!"
Ma Yiqun opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but he could not.
Obviously, Boss Pei's thinking seemed a little unrealistic. These online novels were meant to be used for recreational purposes. So what if they slowed down and polished it well? Could they even produce a famous novel?
However, he could not say that Boss Pei's idea was wrong. He could only say that Boss Pei had a higher level of vision than him and had a greater goal.
Ma Yiqun hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Alright, Boss Pei. I'll make the arrangements now!"


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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This book is highly popular in China and has set off a new trend. Webnovel has very high expectations for this book and has gotten the author to refine the first chapter as an exclusive for global readers. We hope everyone will enjoy reading it.

"Idiot!"
Saturday morning came, and Yang Xiaoman turned back to glare at the sleeping Xu Mang, suddenly pitying this poor excuse for a man. How could someone be this idiotic? What had happened to the burning determination and undying passion he had had yesterday? Did a dog come and eat it?
He had gone on and on about losing from the starting line, about how the meaning of life was to fight, about how learning was the best way to fight… but the next day came and his face was basically glued to his desk again, what gives!
"Sigh…"
"Why do I have to sit so close to someone like this?" Yang Xiaoman let out a heavy sigh and stared wistfully out of the classroom window, her mind drifting off to a storybook world where she sat in a lavish castle wearing a princess gown, waiting for the arrival of her knight in shining armor.
He's here!
He's finally here!
Dreamland Yang Xiaoman's heart was pounding in her chest, she could see the outline of what appeared to be a small army, but he wasn't coming to take her land, instead… he was coming to take her hand in marriage!
"Croak croak~"
"Hehe..."
"Your highness! The Frog Prince, Xu Mang, has arrived!"
Suddenly...
Yang Xiaoman jolted awake from her daydream. What had just happened!? Where was her knight in shining armor? Why was it a frog prince? Well, frog princes were a common fairy tale trope so it wasn't too out of the ordinary, but why was it Xu Mang of all people?!
Disgusting!
Inconceivable!
Insane!
He had not only ruined her real life, he had even tainted her imaginary one.
***
Recess.
It was finally lunch time.
Xu Mang stretched lazily and prepared to head off to the cafeteria when he was faced with Yang Xiaoman blocking off the classroom door, anger, and rage exuding off of her flat-chested self. Xu Mang was more than a little confused.
What was going on? Which unfortunate guy had made the poor decision to mess with her this time?
"Think about what you've done today!?" Yang Xiaoman questioned him angrily.
What?
What had he done?
Xu Mang sifted through his memory for a bit. He had done everything how he usually did, he had taken the bus to school, gotten off one stop early, bought three buns, and then… Wait, had she already figured out who the true culprit was?
No, that wasn't it...
'If she found out the drop of meat juice had come from my hands, I wouldn't still be standing here pondering the question.
'Whatever, I can't be bothered to think, she can do whatever the hell she wants!'
[Survival Instinct Skill detected, Survival Instinct Skill has been unlocked]
What's this?!
"Hey, could you like… give me ten minutes to think about it?" Xu Mang asked carefully.
"..."
"Fine!" Yang Xiaoman answered, crossing her arms.
Xu Mang stood still and entered Blank mode...
Survival Instinct +1
Survival Instinct +1
Survival Instinct +1
The limit has been reached.
"Hey, system… help me get Yang Xiaoman to let me go."
[System has detected, this woman isn't to be messed with.]
[Hint: Just give up.]
Xu Mang: :0
***
"Have you figured it out?" Yang Xiaoman was getting impatient.
"..."
"What do you think?"
Yang Xiaoman:(*￣︿￣)
***
In the afternoon, they had four Chinese classes in a row.
Their Chinese teacher, Ms. Wang, brought a stack of tests with her into the class. They were already in their last year of school and most of them had already gotten used to living and breathing tests, so they weren't too surprised.
The papers were quickly handed out to the students including Xu Mang, who was finding it very hard to open his eyes after Yang Xiaoman had punched them shut.
Chinese...
It was his bread and butter!
Xu Mang might not have had much confidence in his other classes, but that definitely wasn't the case for Chinese class. It was his best subject! He didn't do exceptionally well… only averaging about fifty or so during his exams, but compared to his other subjects, he was basically a Chinese prodigy.
"The sun by day and the moon by night, appear to rise up from the deep; The Milky Way with stars so bright, sinks down into the sea in sleep[1].—— What emotions do these four lines express?" 
What emotions?!
Wasn't the poem just about the sun, the moon, and the stars?
Um...
Xu Mang got it, quickly scribbling down his answer on his test sheet.
"Ans: It expresses the author's desire to become a famous ancient astrologist."
Done!
Next question!
Another poem?
"On war-torn land streams flow and mountains stand, In vernal town grass and weeds are o'ergrown. _______________, ______________." [2]
Xu Mang was baffled… Anything that required him to memorize things had never been his strong suit. Xu Mang was much more adept at the understanding aspect of Chinese, so when he was faced with fill-in-the-blank questions like these, Xu Mang had no other choice but to leave it blank.
But of course, just for the sake of completion, Xu Mang copied down the previous two lines into the blanks, at least it looked complete now!
Xu Mang was on a roll, blazing past the remaining questions and finally getting to the essay question.
"Please write an essay with the theme of "Time", the essay must have no less than 800 words, no format is specified."
Time?
How should he write this?
The theme being "Time" was way too broad, and yet, the broader the topic, the easier it was for him to accidentally write something out of topic, missing the original point of the question setter. Those 800 words written down with sweat and tears wouldn't even be worth thirty marks.
Time...
Time...
Maybe I could write about the time travel paradox in the Theory of Relativity? But where would I even start?
"System… how many points for full marks on this essay?"
[System has detected, a Full-Mark Essay will require: 80 points (Chinese Skill)]
Kinda expensive...
But it was worth it!
Xu Mang grit his teeth and selected the pay option.
Suddenly, an essay about "Time" surfaced in Xu Mang's mind's eye, including its main argument and the lasting effects it would have on society.
Amazing!
How come I never thought of that!
Xu Mang briefly skimmed through what he had written. The essay pointed out a major problem people faced everyday, and through the main character's past experiences, uncovered a scam, subsequently warning all teens to not repeat those actions.
Words flowed from the tip of his pen.
"Your time holds indescribable value, welcome to the 'World of Warcraft'... Everyday, I find myself drawn to this game, and yet, I do not know what it is I am searching for in that virtual world, just as I do not know what path to take on the long journey that is life…"
***
It was done.
Halfway through their test, they were offered a ten minute break that was extremely hard to come by. Their class relaxed once again from the tense silence of the past hour, and there were those that compared answers, those who were already in tears, and those that were shouting their regrets...every type of post-exam syndrome could be found.
"What do you think?" Xu Mang rushed to Yang Xiaoman, his face full of concern. "Are you gonna pass?"
"Idiot…"
Yang Xiaoman didn't care enough to answer Xu Mang's stupid question. In her world, there was no passing or failing. It was only the question of was she going to get full marks, or was she going to almost get full marks.
Why… Why was she acquainted with a person like him?
Yang Xiaoman was fully distraught. She had held her head high and proud ever since birth, and she had thought that she was going to do so until the day she died. However, suddenly, this fusion of crazy and dumb had decided to enter her life...
She was going crazy!
When would this suffering be over… She couldn't wait any longer for them to enter university.
"You…"
Just as Yang Xiaoman wanted to tell Xu Mang to go away, she found that the guy's face was already stuck to his table and he was snoring… Was he the reincarnation of the God of Laziness or had the God of Sleep decided to inhabit his body? Just a second ago, he had been jumping around, talking and laughing, and yet at the very next moment, he was sleeping like the dead...
This was all this guy's life was going to amount to, huh?
No direction in life whatsoever, stumbling through the motions, following whichever way the wind blew…
...
[1] The original question was from the poem"观沧海"
[2] The original question from the poem"春望"


Just when Xu Mang decided to put in effort, God graced him with His presence. But then, Xu Mang made a huge blunder, and God was chased away.
From then on, Xu Mang decided to just be a dead fish.
“Ugh…”
“Actually, being a dead fish isn’t bad either.”
“Because even lying down, I can still win.”


Song Yu was a little confused by him, reward?
Yes, I realized from the summer vacation that now, it seems that he has always been harassing Xie Sui with questions, and he hasn't given a point in return.
This will not work.
Brother Yu was never someone who took it for nothing.
Song Yu leaned in and asked enthusiastically, "Then what do you want?"
When he got closer, he could see Song Yu's eyelashes clearly, and he could feel the heat of his breathing.
Xie Sui smiled suddenly and blinked at him like a hint that seemed to be tacit.
Song Yu was stunned, and rarely saw such youthful movements from Xie Sui, fresh and bright, like Lin Wu Chenfeng.
Xie Sui took out a piece of paper from the drawer and another pen. There was noisy reading around. He wrote a line to Song Yu.
[Tell me what was annoying just now? ]
Xie Sui's handwriting is very beautiful, clear and elegant, but his pen is very deep.
Song Yu glanced at him puzzledly, so the reward he wanted was the answer to this question?
what does it mean.
But many things do not resort to the mouth, but it is reassuring to write them out. Holding the pen, Song Yu thought for a while and wrote a reply.
[I don't like our class teacher very much. ]
Seeing the answer, Xie Sui gave a pause with the pen in his hand and laughed.
With Song Yu's life experience, it is not difficult to change a teacher in Jingcheng. Is O Yilian worth his trouble?
He wrote.
[and so? ]
Song Yu thought "so I have to think of a way to get her away", but in Xie Sui's mind, he was already a idiot who could only fight. He had to save his image.
[So I have to study hard and slap her in the face. ]
It's just that when his note was halfway through, it was cut off by the Chinese teacher.
The Chinese teacher came to supervise the morning reading, and Xie Suimen was top-notch. Most of the average grades in a class depend on him. Naturally, each teacher's heart is the focus of attention.
When I entered the classroom, I saw Song Yu passing a note to harass Xie Sui. The Chinese teacher frowned and walked slowly over, muttering dissatisfiedly: "Reading early, reading early, not reading aloud is what an early reading is, let me see what to pass on."
As soon as the teacher entered the door, the whole class became quiet, put down the textbooks, and looked here.
"No, nothing."
There were bad things about the class teacher above, how could Song Yu let him see it, his expression changed, and he pulled it subconsciously, but the paper was torn and it was torn in half.
The Chinese teacher took the last half and said: "So I have to study hard and slap her in the face?"
The whole class burst into laughter.
Song Yu: "..."
The Chinese teacher was taken aback, but he didn't expect Song Yu to have this consciousness, "Who are you going to hit in the face?"
Song Yu's expression was slightly stiff.
Xie Sui next to him had already helped him out, raised his hand, and said with a smile: "Slap me in the face."
The Chinese teacher stared slightly, definitely not believing, this "she" is not "him", but the affairs between students, as long as you click, this age will have to save face.
He didn't force Song Yu to hand over the rest, frowning, saying, "Don't pass the note when you read in the morning. If you stay together at the same table all day long, there is nothing left to say."
The rest of the class laughed uncomfortably.
Song Yu: "..."
After the teacher left, Ma Xiaoding kept smiling, and then asked Song Yu from behind: "Brother Yu, this is still a few weeks away from the monthly exam. Have you started declaring war on Xie Shen?"
Song Yu didn't stare at him angrily: "Yes!"
Xi Bowen used the pen as a microphone and approached Xie Sui: "Thank you for asking, what do you think about the provocation from Xueba from a city."
Xie Sui hooked his lips: "It's a great honor."
Ma Xiaoding applauded: "My brother Yu is a Niubi, the school tyrant and the school tyrant hold both hands, and the Jingcheng No. 1 Middle School has two dads.
Song Yu's real learning scum is a false learning tyrant, and became angry: "Shut up."
The monthly test is a relatively important thing for Song Yu in high school, and he needs to give an explanation to Song's father and mother in City A. If he takes another three hundred and five exams, I'm afraid it's not because his parents think that he has no knowledge or know what to do in Jingcheng, so he might as well go back and feel relieved under his nose.
When the morning reading was over and when he received his homework, Song Yu realized that he had forgotten to bring it.
The representative of the Chinese class is the girl who asked the definition question last time. She is beautiful and has a very gentle personality: "I can wait for you, should I go back and get it now? Time should be too late."
The teacher's apartment where Song Yu lived, it took half an hour to go back and forth. He remembered that the homework was only 300 words, so he might as well write a temporary copy: "Thank you, class representative, let me write another copy. What's the content?" "
 
The representative of the Chinese class communicated with him for the first time. The spirit of the original person was tense. After discovering that Song Yu was so approachable, he was stunned and joyful. He blushed and said softly, "No thanks, no thanks, the content is the plan for the new semester. And plan."
Song Yu: "Okay."
How did he write yesterday...
Oh, he copied it online yesterday.
Although Song Yu worked hard to be a master of learning, diary composition and the like were never his strong points.
"Show me yours."
Song Yu turned his head to ask his deskmate for help.
Xie Sui smiled and refused: "I'm afraid this won't work, mine has no reference to you."
Song Yu: "They are all fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school students, what do you mean? Look down on people?"
Xie Sui couldn't help him, and passed the paper on the table.
Song Yu glanced, his eyes blackened with anger.
Xie Sui's plan for the new semester didn't have 300 words at all, or even three crosses.
A line of words clearly above the notebook:
Help my deskmate win the city first
Song Yu: "..."
He is so presumptuous because of his good grades. Chinese teachers won't take him.
Song Yu was very dissatisfied with his plan: "Are you going to help me surpass you?"
Xie Sui: "Yeah."
Song Yu: "Then there is nothing else?"
Xie Sui smiled: "Yes, my plan for this semester is only you."
Song Yu: "..."
The representative of the Chinese class waiting to receive the homework: "!!!"
After asking a question last time, after being crushed by the indifferent school grass, she became a CP fan herself.
What is it now?
Is the master sending sugar online?
If you are smart, you don't need to work hard? Song Yu bubbling sourly and decided to educate him: "How do you do this? Do you want to study hard? Do you want to take a college exam?!"
Xie Sui ignored his anger and smiled and said, "Are you ready to write?"
Song Yu then remembered that the class representative was still waiting for him. He turned his head and said, "Wait, give me fifteen minutes."
The class representative couldn't hold back his smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I can hand it in next class, you and thank God take your time."
I'm willing to wait another hour! !
Xie Sui looked at his bitterness and hatred, and kindly said, "Can I help you provide some ideas?"
Song Yu's eyes shined: "For example."
Xie Sui: "The first goal is to be a school boss when school starts."
Song Yu: "...shut up."
On Friday, the book on the mountain tower developed to this point, Song Yu should not be able to respond. I blamed myself for being cheap on the summer vacation. I opened a forum and made countless enemies. Today there is a Gaofeng, and there may be a Feng Gao tomorrow. Might as well simply get the status of a school boss, and powerful.
So why did he want to be this sprayer in the first place-but if it wasn't for his dad to call inexplicably and make an appointment for the next month's exam, how could he be so angry and go against others.
So, Dad, if your son doesn't learn to be a school boss, it's all yours.
You have memorized it.
The post "Decisive Battle on the Top of the Mountain" has been at the top of the list in recent days.
Especially after "your husband Yu brother" replied, it pushed the atmosphere towards ***.
Sophomore, class 15.
Gao Feng received so many people's attention for the first time, and he was too excited. Sitting in the classroom, facing a group of people's inquiries, he blew happily.
"Actually, I didn't worry about it. Song Yu looked like a little girl. I guess I fell down when I moved my fingers."
"No need, hey, I didn't close my eyes because of the trouble, hahahahahaha."
Saying "It's not necessary", my mouth can't be opened with joy.
Chen Zhijie, who dyed his hair back and sat in the last row to do his homework, sneered.
Gao Feng heard it, turned his head, triumphantly said, "What are you laughing at? Did you have me so prestigious when you were a schoolmaster?"
Chen Zhijie didn't say a word.
Look at him pityingly, like a stupid and unconscious idiot.
Gao Feng was angry: "What kind of eyes do you want to fight?"
Chen Zhijie ignored him and got up to hand in his homework.
Stupid people have stupid blessings, fools don't.
Gao Feng sat down and cursed.
The classroom was noisy, and now it was basically believed that Song Yu was Yu Mo's sneer. The boys made a fuss and asked Brother Gao to teach him a lesson.
The girls kept rolling their eyes.
Out of place is a girl sitting by the window. She has long, jet-black hair draped vertically behind her. Under the school uniform jacket is an expensive white dress. She has white skin, light makeup, and a very good temperament. She is a class flower in Class 15, and there are many in the class. People's crush includes Chen Zhijie.
"Xinxin, did you read that post?"
Her front table is a girl with freckles on her face, deliberately coming over to talk, her eyes can't hide to please.
Bai Xuexin glanced at her.
The freckled girl continued: "I heard that Song Yu is 80% likely to be Brother Yu! Wow! I didn't expect that Brother Yu, who is so powerful on the Internet, is actually so delicate and cute in reality!"
Bai Xuexin also knows something about the forum, but in her opinion, they are both childish and funny, just like a child visiting home.
With her own identity, she feels that her vision is different from that of a girl at this age.
"It's just a spray, worthy of attention?"
Bai Xuexin said lightly.
The freckled girl smiled awkwardly, begging herself to be boring, and turned her head.
Bai Xuexin lowered her head and found out the text message on her phone. From her aunt who married into the Xu family in city a.
[Xinxin, do you know someone named Xie Sui in your school? You'd better get closer and closer to him, this young man, his identity is not simple. ]
The Bai family's status in Jingcheng is pretty good, but it's still not worth mentioning compared to the huge wealthy people in City A.
Let the aunts who married into the Xu family say that their status is not simple, then it is really not simple.
And I heard that it was the new school grass, really, a perfect match for her.
Bai Xuexin's lips curled up happily.
At night, in the room, Song Yu was facing the computer, thinking about the wording of the report. As a last resort, he still didn't like to use the Meng family's forces to deal with school affairs. When he came over, he met the best class teacher and passed it to his dad. It is estimated that it was another call to urge him home.
Song Yu felt that if Ou Yilian did not purify her mind again, she would be sorry for the profession of people's teacher, and she would definitely delay more people in the future.
Thinking of the book, Xie Sui was frantically harassed by Wang Ci, even considered as a personality insult, while O Yilian's eyes were opened and half of them, and everything was said to be the attitude of classmates making a small mess.
Song Yu was angry.
When he was half dead.
An email suddenly appeared on the computer.
The sender is anonymous.
Clicking to open is a piece of information, Ou Yilian's previous teaching experience, and a few screenshots, a self-report of a female student who was forced to commit suicide several times by her depression.
Song Yu was taken aback. Ou Yilian turned out to be too much than he thought? !

Description
The protagonist shou, Xie Sui, was a proud son of heaven. He had an illustrious family background, was cold and removed from desire, and attracted many (psychopathic) admirers. From the gentle senior to the paranoid president, to the haughty and proud arch-enemy, these big guys were all top leaders of their respective fields, yet they were all crazy about him.

After pushing him down a series of mentally and physically abusive paths, the three of them decided to join hands to destroy the Xie Family, imprison Xie Sui, crush his pride, and turn him into a pet that could only rely on them.

While the crowd of readers howled “Wuwuwu the feels~”.

Song Yu was already so angry he was going crazy. Not wanting to read any more of this eye-searingly bad novel, he cursed, “Idiots.” and hurried offline.

As a result, when he woke up, he’d transmigrated.

He’d transmigrated to become the Third Young Master of the Song Family in the novel, who had only been briefly mentioned in passing, would die of a terminal illness, and was Xie Sui’s childhood friend.

Song Yu was terribly upset. At the same time, he’d already come to a decision in his heart––those three idiots, had better not think about wanting to get close to his little childhood friend!

*

Xie Sui was born cold hearted. In two lifetimes, he’d never tasted the sweetness of love, nor had he ever experienced the feeling of being protected.

After destroying three big families and personally killing his enemies, he was reborn back to when he was 15 years old. He had to hide the violence and coldness in his heart and pretend to be the youth with a gentle and clean appearance that he’d been in the past.

Everything was the same as before, except that the little childhood friend who was nothing but a vague memory in his previous life was exceptionally different this time.

Like the spring breeze that thawed the frozen soil, someone reached into the abyss and grabbed his blood-stained hand.

*

Song Yu tore apart a love confession letter like he was venting and fumed, “Don’t pay attention to those people, don’t believe in their sweet words. They’re all scum, and their love is worthless. Don’t like them, okay?”

Xie Sui gazed at him for a long time, then laughed, “Alright, I don’t like them.”

I only like you.

Associated Names 
Xuyên việt thành trúc mã pháo hôi của vạn nhân mê
穿成万人迷的炮灰竹马

Author
This Concubine Is In Shanyang
妾在山阳

Tags
Calm Protagonist 
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Comedic Undertone 
Complex Family Relationships 
Cruel Characters 
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Doting Love Interests 
Doting Older Siblings 
Doting Parents 
Family 
Family Business 
Fearless Protagonist 
Handsome Male Lead
 Love Interest Falls in Love First 
Modern Day 
Power Couple 
Pragmatic Protagonist 
Protagonist Strong from the Start 
Reincarnation 
Righteous Protagonist 
Ruthless Protagonist 
Schemes And Conspiracies 
Straight Uke 
Strong Love Interests 
System Administrator 
Transmigration 
Underestimated Protagonist 
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