Everyone who was focused on the Cannes Festival heard the news. In foreign countries, not a lot of people were interested, but indie film fans knew that Qin Guan had won the Best Actor Award of the 56th Cannes Festival.
He was the third Chinese actor to get that award after Ge You and Liang Chaowei. Everyone wanted to toast to that.
Qin Guan’s female fans went crazy online. His fan club was expanding at a high speed. His official fans were as many as 100,000. Most of Qin Guan's acquaintances were frightened. They hadn’t expected their son, fellow classmate, and friend to win the award. Only the word "f*ck" could express their sorrow.
...
"Got it!" Rongzhi shouted with sparkling eyes after working all night long. He had finally found out who Blaire, the freelance writer of The New York Times, actually was.
Then he discovered his apartment address and IP address through the local network station. Finally, he invaded Blaire’s computer.
Counterfeiters always saved the original photos or documents in a folder that they never opened in their whole lives. Rongzhi found Blaire’s secret in an encrypted folder.
"Show me your secrets. OMG is waiting!"
Rongzhi rubbed his hands happily. Then he opened the folder and checked it out.
"What the f*ck... What’s that?" Current affairs… Entertainment gossip… Rumors... Real news were twisted into completely different reports.
There were 40 fake reports in total. Blaire had been publishing them in The New York Times for more than a year. It seemed that The New York Times, the newspaper with the highest sales volume in America, published unverified news quite often. Blair was a frequent writer of the newspaper. What a joke!
If the chief editor was careful, he could have found the loopholes. However...
Emboldened by his initial success, Blair had continued his unscrupulous fabrication.
Rongzhi took an excited breath and copied all the proof. Like a dedicated professional, he sent it to both Qin Guan and Vivian. As soon as she got everything, Vivian posted it on OMG, complaining openly about her idol.
Yes, that’s right. Complaining!
Qin Guan's romantic life was discussed heatedly on the forum by people interested in gossip. They were all really happy about the news.
In America, such stories were common among both ordinary people and stars. Female fans though, who tended to be perfectionists, couldn't accept that.
Childhood sweethearts? You cheated on her as soon as you won the award! Besides, that girl was not even beautiful!
They had a unique opinion on Chinese beauties. They preferred dark skin and thick lips, so Li Bingbing did not match their taste.
The story changed really quickly though, when everyone found out about the fake news fabricated by The New York Times. It was unbelievable! Now everyone knew about the fake news published by the most popular newspaper in America.
In a few minutes, the netizens had gone crazy. The striking news were on OMG, where everyone gathered to spread it.
In 10 minutes, the editors of all the mainstream media and portal websites had heard. Phones rang again and again. Will Ryan, the chief editor of The New York Times, rushed into his office.
The directors of all the sections were crowded inside, although it was not working hours.
"Talk… Anyone got through to Blair?"
Ryan rubbed his temples tiredly. The aggressive, achievement-oriented man was in big trouble.
"According to our technical staff, the material online is real. Blair is a fraud."
"We have to make an announcement tomorrow to correct the fake news..."
"Blair stole information from other media. Now we have to negotiate with those writers and publishers."
"The victim of his latest story was the Cannes Best Actor winner. His lawyer has sent us a letter..."
The calm, efficient man seemed overwhelmed by the bad news. He lowered his head, and then looked up again. Before he could say something to his startled staff, the phone rang again.
"Chief editor, you have a call from the board..."


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Online live streaming had become a hot topic recently. There were experts who criticized online broadcasters, whether to their faces or behind their backs, for using their looks or scanty attire to make money off fans, while they themselves hated that they couldn't just stand in front of a screen to give an academic lecture and make hundreds of thousands each month easily.
But not just anyone could make a living through live streaming. This was the age of beauty. For example, there were countless cases nowadays of blind dates falling flat when the reality of a person's looks didn't match expectations. If someone wanted to make a name for themselves on an online platform, they needed to have the type of face that was popular online, or at the very least, a pleasant-looking one.
But who knew, maybe someone with a blood-red figure, butterfly-blue hair, and the face of Third Young Master Tang, singing "Ah~~ five~~ rings" might be able to make it big[1]. 
At least, it would be a more festive sight.
Little Xuan had greatly inspired Father Wang; live streaming could be considered a universal subject, something which was very immersive and fun. But the thing he now had to consider was how to develop this theme and make it even more interesting.
After hearing Little Xuan's suggestion, Father Wang hurriedly expressed his thanks to everyone in the live stream, then logged off right away.
Seeing Wang Jiaomei's profile icon turn gray, the people online all immediately knew… this almighty big shot in the world of web novels was about to make his move!
This time… what kind of carnage was he going to wreck?
Father Wang was quite an efficient person, which was reflected in everything he did. For example, in the time it took to boil water, he could easily finish three things at once while he was on the toilet bowl: eating, reading the newspaper, and squabbling with trolls in the online book review section by switching between the hundreds of alternate IDs which he owned.
That evening, he burned the midnight oil finishing a basic outline and synopsis, and even finished the first chapter of his new book.
The title: The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King
A brief introduction: This is a story about the daily life of a cultivation master who is unable to suppress the prehistoric powers inside his body, and who sells meng[2] online by live streaming his daily immortal cultivation life on earth.
"…"
Wang Ling had been looking at Father Wang's computer screen the whole time and felt an underlying sense of foreboding.
Given Father Wang's current skill level in writing, it was very quick and easy for him to write an opening chapter. After checking for spelling mistakes several times from top to bottom, Father Wang then clicked his mouse and directly sent the file to his chief editor.
Father Wang's chief editor was called Song Zikai and his editor code name was Lie Shou. People in the industry had given this big editor the nickname "Lie Mengmeng." When he had paid a visit to the house before, Wang Ling had used his supernatural Eye Ability to check out this person's name card. This was the only editor whom Father Wang had met in real life since entering the web novel industry more than ten years ago. He was a very frail youth who looked like a shou[3]; he seemed like he would tip over in a breeze, and his very neat fringe gave people the sense that he was very pure.
With the computer on, Father Wang made a cup of tea and waited in silence for a while. Very soon, he heard a ping! — Chief Editor Song had replied!
This gold star editor was also an excellent publicist. The average time he took to check a manuscript was just thirty seconds, which was an especially mystical feat to Wang Ling.
From Wang Ling's quick glance at the email reply, the theme was very attractive and Father Wang's writing was fine. But given the stunning performance of Father Wang's first book, along with his current online prestige, Lie Mengmeng decided he should write a few more chapters. After they added up to more than twenty thousand words, only then would he upload it onto the website to test the waters.
Wang Ling had heard about this website before — it was a separate VIP novel website specially set up by the Cultivation Reading Network for readers who were their highest-ranked users and had been registered with them for more than one hundred years. On this separate website, they could read the drafts of new works by top-ranked writers beforehand and leave them messages to tell them their thoughts or offer suggestions.
Gazing at the email reply, Father Wang was silent for a while, but finally he nodded in acceptance. After all, Wang Situ this pen name was a godhead that had taken him years to build and perfect. Given that he didn't know how marketable his second book could be, Father Wang really didn't dare release it casually — if it didn't pass the test, his godship would collapse! As for himself… wouldn't he become a complete joke in the industry?!
Wang Ling was speechless at this. "…" This one pen name had been able to attract three hundred thousand people to a live streaming platform that had absolutely nothing to do with web novels — how could online nobodies compare with that and f**king survive?!
...
In the morning, Mother Wang had finished preparing breakfast, which was made up of fried bread sticks, soybean milk and her specialty, rejuvenation noodles. Mother Wang untied her apron strings and shouted up the stairs. "The two of you, come down and eat!"
Wang Ling gazed at the table full of dishes and was almost moved to tears… after the torture that had been Mother Juan's black cuisine during those few days at No. 59 High School, it was perhaps only Mother Wang's personally cooked dishes that could fix his wounded heart.
As they ate, Father Wang pushed his black-rimmed glasses up and stared closely at Wang Ling for a bit before he sighed. "Tch, you seem to have grown fatter these last four days."
Wang Ling touched his face and felt that his cheeks had indeed seemed to have gotten meatier… this was probably because he had eaten Mother Juan's cooking and it was now fermenting in his stomach.
It didn't matter though, as losing weight had never been difficult for him…
Wang Ling rubbed his cheeks vigorously with both hands, and like plasticine, the fat on his face was instantly smoothed out.
 "…" Even this could f**king work?!
This was the first time that Father and Mother Wang had witnessed this ability of his.
Father Wang ate a mouthful of rejuvenation noodles. "These last four days, how was it, living in a large group?"
Wang Ling was taken aback, but in the end shook his head.
"I heard that when Ming Ming brought you the talisman seal, a lot of things happened?"
Wang Ling nodded.
Father Wang sighed. "Actually, I think you're just too nervous. Maybe if you act more naturally, nothing will happen. You should spend more time with your peers, understand?"
Wang Ling continued nodding.
"Enough! Why bring this up when we're eating!"
Mother Wang interrupted Father Wang. "But Ling Ling, don't forget to do a bit of homework revision these two days. Although you shouldn't do too well, you shouldn't be at the bottom of the class, at least. Just study whatever is necessary. I've already asked about the classes you missed, and I especially made the trip to school to pick up the review materials. It should be enough for you to take a few minutes later to have a quick look at them."
 "Okay." Concise and comprehensive, this was the first word Wang Ling had spoken after coming home.
In truth, he didn't need to review courses like Dao talismans and magical skills at all. But for courses like history and political science, he still had to spend some time memorizing the materials. Even for top students in the elite class like Feather Lin and Lotus Sun, catching up on one week's worth of classes and digesting the knowledge would still take them a whole day.
In contrast, it was a lot more convenient for Wang Ling, who could use his speed reading and memorization skills… mother never has to worry about my studies[4]!
But Wang Ling didn't want to be disturbed by anyone after he started his wonderful weekend of study, especially when he was using his quick memorization skill. If someone disturbed him at that time, it was highly possible it would result in him remembering things wrongly.
And so, to prevent this from happening, Wang Ling opened up his stationery pouch…
The monster pen and goblin eraser that he had created with magic previously could help him maintain order.
[1] Basically, the author is giving an example of someone bizarre enough who might be able to break into the live stream market. Third Young Master Tang is the pseudonym of a very famous web novelist, and "five rings" is from the popular 'Song of the Fifth Ring,' a song by Chinese rapper MC Hotdog.
[2] Adapted from the original Japanese word moe 萌え, the word 萌 or meng in pinyin can simply mean "cute," but at a deeper level, also refers to feeling fondness, devotion or excitement for someone.
[3] As a reminder, shou is used to describe the person who is the bottom in a BL relationship.
[4] This tagline is from a Chinese TV ad for an electronic device produced under BBK Electronics which helps teach children how to read.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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Those words took her aback.
When Tian Danyue looked at his displeased eyes, she found herself at a loss of words.
"I… Did I go too far?"
Huang He slipped his mobile phone into his pocket. "You didn't! I'm now depending on you to make a living. You have the right to question me."
"No, I don't mean that." Tian Danyue felt as though his cold glance had pierced right through her. Helplessness now replaced her usual clear-headedness while she watched how Huang He walked away with a brooding expression.
She quickly followed and was eager to explain herself. "Huang He, you're both me and my daughter's lifesaver. I've said it before, myself, my life—they're all yours… I'm not questioning you, I'm just worried!"
Huang He suddenly halted his steps and turned to look at her.
"Help me contact An Ying again!"
His request baffled Tian Danyue. "… Why do you want to take this risk?"
Huang He took her wrist and looked at it. There was a wound on it; it had healed, but it had also left a scar.
"There are some things that we need to settle!"
"He's not the same now," gasped Tian Danyue, "we're not on his level…"
"It's not a brawl between two idiots. What does it matter even if we're not his match?" Huang He pursed his lips into a smirk. "Just tell him we needed money to escape and wanted to earn some money by helping him smuggle some goods…"
"He won't agree to this." Tian Danyue laughed bitterly. "The Dark Clan is very different now. An Ying has his own channels to get his goods, and his profits are not from consumers. He wouldn't want us to get involved…"
"He will be willing soon," sneered Huang He, "don't look down on the police! They will definitely take action. The moment they do, it will certainly affect An Ying's drug trafficking route and in turn lose a lot of men. He will need us…"
…
The weather forecast said that there would be a week of extreme cold weather.
While the cold weather was raging, the snow continued to fall for two days. Bai Muchuan had worked in the office continuously for two days as well—he did not go home. Xiang Wan didn't go to work at Serious Crime Division One for the past two days either. Fang Yuanyuan was busy meeting authors in the Capital; she went out early in the morning and came home late.
Because of that, Xiang Wan was all alone in the big house, and the lonesome feeling got stronger.
Of course, she also had work to do.
Writing her story…
Unfortunately, for the past two days, she did not have the mood to write.
She looked at her laptop and had the urge to send a message to Bai Muchuan.
She picked up her mobile phone and she felt like sending a message to him as well.
There seemed to be a cat's paw scratching her heart so much that she felt irritated.
There were also times that she wanted to call him up and give him a tongue-lashing!
Well, Xiang Wan stopped herself from having about this crazy thought.
Mainly because Bai Muchuan's work had really caught up with him. The news every day talked about the nationwide campaign against drug dealing. Since Serious Crime Division One was one of the collaborative units, it was normal that he would work overtime since his job was no easy feat. He was not the only one who needed to work overtime. Quan Shaoteng, Tang Yuanchu, Ding Yifan, Salimu, Cheng Zheng, Mei Xin, and many more at Serious Crime Division One were working overtime.
Maybe the rest had sensed Bai Muchuan's abnormal behavior for the past two days, so the Gossip group chat had been rather active lately.
Both Tang Yuanchu and Quan Shaoteng wished they could report Bai Muchuan's whereabouts 24 hours a day, live.
Xiang Wan knew that all these 'brothers' were trying to tell her indirectly that their Boss had no time to do anything else besides work. They were trying to reassure her.
Xiang Wan felt warm and amused at the same time while she read through the chat.
No one else was clearer about their feelings other than themselves.
The problem between her and Bai Muchuan was not that both did not love each other, but something had happened. She did not know what was that… He was not willing to share it with her either.
However, although she was anxious and frustrated, Xiang Wan was still confident about their relationship.
Bai Muchuan did not plan to break up with her. It was clear that he did not want this thing he was dealing with to affect their relationship. Otherwise, he would not resort to such a clumsy and extreme form of avoidance that he need not face her… Even though he didn't want to face her, he would still call her every morning and night where they would exchange a few words. That simply showed that he missed her dearly.
He must be feeling uncomfortable.
However, Xiang Wan did not know what made him uncomfortable.
That was the real source of her problem.
Xiang Wan was propping her chin with both hands and started to think. After that, she carried her laptop to the living room to write her story.
She tried writing for a while and realized that she couldn't write anything.
Then she carried the laptop to the balcony and sat on the canopy swing.
She still felt the same there too; she simply couldn't write anything.
Why was that so?
Just why?
Xiang Wan looked at the white, snowy scenery outside the full-length window. With a sigh, she closed her laptop.
The most limiting factor of being in the creative industry was that one's emotions could easily affect them.
Xiang Wan scratched her head and took her mobile phone. She then started to surf the internet.
In Weibo, she gained some new followers and some private messages.
When news that Xie Wanwan became the major shareholder of Meng Entertainment Group got leaked out, many fans of Xie Wanwan came to Xiang Wan's Weibo page and left abusive comments that she was a scheming b*tch.
Xiang Wan looked and saw that they were mainly Xie Wanwan's fans.
Some of her fans were young and were extremely aggressive in their words like they couldn't wait to kill her whole family.
When Xiang Wan got annoyed, she really felt like replying to them by saying:
"Hello friend, do you know that I will meet your idol for dinner in a few days' time?"
Well, that was only a thought.
If she did that, they would accuse her of trying to gain attention and ride on the popularity of Xie Wanwan. That might spark off more trouble for Xie Wanwan as well.
…
Xiang Wan pouted for a moment and laughed.
Actually, the world was still fun.
The people behind the internet couldn't differentiate between animals and humans.
…
After moving from one spot to another, in no time, she realized that it was already noon.
Since Xiang Wan was home alone, she didn't want to cook and ordered a takeaway via online.
She spent her afternoon similarly to the morning, but after half a day of trying to "repair" her mood, she could finally managed to write at least two chapters.
After updating her chapter, she heaved a relief and was about to take a nap when Fang Yuanyuan messaged her.
"Sis, you better make a trip here! Hurry!"
"Mm? What's up?" Xiang Wan was listless.
"I have a friend who works for a movie company, and I'm having dinner with her today. She's very interested in your novel 'Murder The Dream Guy'. Come meet her to talk about your novel…"
Blah, blah, blah…
Fang Yuanyuan told her about the many benefits and perks.
She was the content editor, not the editor in charge of the IP (Intellectual Property). She was really helping Xiang Wan out in her career whenever she could.
With such a good editor taking care of her, how could Xiang Wan bear to reject her and not go?
She washed up and changed clothes right away. After that, she applied lipstick and drew her eyebrows before carrying her bag and left the house.
When the cab arrived at her destination, Xiang Wan recalled the promise she had with Bai Muchuan and took her mobile phone out from her bag. She wanted to call him to inform him about her whereabouts…
The line was busy.
She could not reach him.
She was holding her phone when she entered the shopping mall and was staring at the dial screen…
Dduu—Dduu—
The phone was still dialing when a person suddenly appeared, walking very swiftly toward Xiang Wan, grabbed her phone and ran out of the shopping mall.
Xiang Wan was stunned for one second before regaining her senses.
"Snatch thief!
"Help! Someone snatched my mobile phone!
"Help! Call the police!"
That was a downtown area.
Someone quickly called the police because of her shouts.
However, the thief was fast. Since it was night time and she was at the crowded downtown area, the snatch thief could disappear into the crowd. Xiang Wan chased for a few steps and suddenly found herself unable to tell where the thief had gone to.
…
At a restaurant upstairs in the shopping mall.
Fang Yuanyuan looked at the time.
When she called Xiang Wan, no one picked up the phone.
"Xiang Gongzi should be here soon! Let's eat while waiting for her."
Besides Fang Yuanyuan, there were two other authors with her and an agent from a film and television agency.
They were talking about the online literature industry; the atmosphere was good.
This was an 'online celebrity' restaurant that specializes in home-cooked dishes. They called it an 'online celebrity' restaurant since online celebrities widely promoted it. At that time, it was the peak hour.
Fang Yuanyuan was a little worrywart and a rather impatient girl. She couldn't help but steal frequent glances at the entrance of the restaurant.
"Welcome, sir. Table for?" the waiter at the entrance asked with a friendly smile.
"Two." The patron looked toward the inside of the restaurant while Fang Yuanyuan looking over.
When their line of sight met each other in mid-air, they were thunderstruck for a moment.
A glint of excitement flashed past Fang Yuanyuan's eyes.


Aspiring author Xiang Wan was deemed hopeless by her family and better off married when her fourth novel still did not do well. 
Just as she started to doubt herself and wonder if she should continue to pursue her dream as an author, things take an unexpected turn when a dazzling guy appears before her and she was taken away by the police as a prime suspect of a murder case.
A murder had taken place and the details were eerily similar to her mystery novel. 
From then on, her life turned topsy-turvy.
...........
Translator Review:
This is a novel encompassed with mystery, ethics, family ties, and romance. Of course, the highlights of this book are the murder cases. 
Although it’s a modern setup where none of the characters have a system or any other cheats, the Author managed to delight me with her writing, creative plots and a good pace without dragging her story. 
I marvel at the way the Author links up the clues and plot to explain the individual cases as well as paving the way to unravel the huge conspiracy behind the individual murders. Romantic plots are light-hearted so readers could take a breather from the plots of gruesome murders.
Frequency of release:  1 chapter/daily

Honoka had been in her apartment when she had gotten a notification for a link for the draw generator, this was the first time being a part of a group that was gonna be doing a themed cosplay group and not just a "cosplay any character you want".

This draw was to prevent the members of the said group from arguing when it came to who cosplays who, aside from making things interesting.

A draw, huh? I don't have much luck with things like these...

I just hope I get a character that has a outfit that's not that hard to make...

But, Will I have time to make it though?

She started to worry about her schedule getting busy once her editor tells her to start working on the next volume, unfortunately for her, none of the admins of the group chat hasn't announced the date of the group cosplay as of yet. 

Yuuki only had announced that there's gonna be one soon and didn't specify a given date for when they were gonna be doing it.

Should I post about this on my SNS...? 

But then again... I might get kicked off of the group for that...

Honoka hesitant to post about the upcoming event online couldn't do so for the sole reason of her being removed from the group and group chat as it was against the set rules.

Should I draw now...? Or do it later?

I guess I should since Yuuki already posted it...

*tap*

She opened the link to a webpage that has a menu that looks like a gacha menu of a japanese mobile game, this was "pretty cool" she thought as she pressed the "draw" button on the said menu.

In an instant... Her draw result was now decided...

She got a character that's obviously female, that has a spear with blonde hair that's styled into pigtails, blue eyes, wearing armor that makes the said character have the appearance of a knight from the middle ages.

Oh... Looks like I'll have to learn how to make cosplay armor now...

Her excitement disappeared the instant she saw her character assignment. With no knowledge on making armor that's meant for cosplaying, she now had to learn from online tutorials and ask help from the members of the group chat like usual.

I heard that I needed a heat gun for forming the foam into shape but...

How much will one cost...?

Her first search was about the retail price of a heat gun, all of the search results that she got ranged from the cheap to the most expensive, from the not-that-well-known to the famous brands.

Which one should I get...? Maybe I should refer to a tutorial first before I spend money on one of these...

A wise decision-- Her decision to not spend money first and look it up later was wise, she was better of doing this than regretting it later on.

Let's see... EVA Foam... Razor knife, a hot knife... a hot glue gun, some velcro... a heat gun, some nylon straps and bukles... and a marker for marking... a metal ruler and some spray paint... and lastly... a rotary tool?

Woah... That's a lot... This is gonna suck... I can tell already...

This new costume of hers will be costing
her quite a bit of money if she wasn't careful about buying the materials that was needed.

This was prooving to be challenging to her as she started to work on the said costume...

Her hand would often slip when she was handling the rotary tool, resulting in unessesary mistakes...

The mistakes that she had made were also obvious when she started to paint the finished armor pieces.

Her process of crafting this time was a fun and new expierence for her... With every cut she had made on the EVA foam, she slowly finished putting the armor pieces together using some of the velcro and nylon straps that she had ordered online with the hot glue gun before she added to add the details afterwards using a combination of the rotary tool, the hot knife.

This process was the tricky part... One slip and her costume would be ruined and she would have to start over.

This part is making me nervous... The people on the group chat to take it slow but...

She thought, already thinking of the mistakes that she could potencially do in the middle of carving the details onto the said foam armor.

This process could take from three hours to even more depending on how much time she had to work on it.

*Vrrrr*

Still with an ounce of hestation, she turned the rotary tool on after she finished putting marks for the detailing process on the surface of the eva material.

Little by little... The area that the said tool touched would slowly be cut away, like it was a piece of butter.

*riing*

Her smartphone rung after an hour of working on the armor, interupting her.

That could be Shigure... She usually calls me around this time of the month to tell me about the sales results of my light novel.

She turned off the rotary tool before she put it down on the table and picked it up her phone.

"I've got good news and bad news, which one do you wanna hear first?" 

Sure enough, the person on the other end was actually her editor- Shigure.

I really hate it when both news are present... Why is there bad news this time...?

She felt her heart sink as the words "bad news" come from her smartphone's front speaker.

The sound of it always meant that there was something that she had to do in order to continue working for her publisher.

"I'd like to hear the good one first..."

"The sales quota for your latest volume has been reached as usual.

As for the bad news..."

Oh god, here we go... Please don't be a book signing...

Honoka braced herself as Shigure slowly broke the news to her.

"You're gonna be getting a book signing event."

Damn it! Why?!

"Oh... Ok..."

Oh whatever... Atleast my publisher isn't asking me to rush to finish the current story arc...

Giving up on attempting to argue with Shigure, Honoka decided to give in to the sudden news.

She felt rather relieved that the higher ups wasn't asking her to do something hard like rushing the story.

***

A couple of days has now passed, Honoka had also finished most of the detailing on the armor; she had now reached the point where she can almost start applying the paint to it.

With her sales quota reached, she can now move on to planning out the next volume without any worries, her free time to work on the armor had also decreased as she received the OK to proceed with the next volume.

[To be continued...]

A female immortal around the age of 800 decided to join a chat group for cosplayers that had members that are immortals, vampires, hackers, demons, and many more immortal creatures including some fantasy creatures as members.

But the only problem is she has almost no experience in cosplaying and only has a year of experience and writes light novels as a job so she barely has anytime to work on her costumes.

Hana had a smirk on her face after closing the door. She did not mind the look of the assistant that came with her to the interview room as she was busy praising herself for being too cool. 

The assistant brought her a tea and slice of cake before telling her that the editor would come few minutes from now.

As the crew did not provide a list of questions that would be asked, she was not doing or practicing anything and just eating what were given to her.

After a few minutes, she heard  a knock and the door opened. Hana saw woman in her early thirties and looked sophisticated which should be the person in charge of her interview today.

"Miss Shen, good day. I'm Editor Yan and I would be your interviewer. Thank you so much for accepting our invitation even though it was Sunday and a family day. I hope you feel okay while staying here?"

"I'm good. Thank you, Editor Yan. I'm grateful that you invited me for getting a part on your next issue. Should we start?" Hana wanted everything to be done as soon as possible since she planned to rest at home and read some novels.

"Yes, yes. Okay, I would just ask some simple questions that I gathered online. I would like to apologize first if ever there would be words offending to you." Hana acknowledged her and signaled to get it started.

"In the last few years, you were seen with a lot of men and people were even calling you 'Demoness that sucks Yang,' is it okay to explain to us your relationship with them?" Hana almost choked with the cake she was eating upon hearing her first question. Wasn't it already in the difficult level?

Fortunately, Father Shen already explained that to her. She was thinking what she should say to make her appeared in a better light.

"About that…" Hana acted strong on the outside while weak on inside by being confident while her tone betrayed her look, she was not even sure on how she appeared in front of others. Nevertheless, she contemplated for a while before saying, "During those times, I confirmed I was with those men on the pictures you saw on the internet, but they were just actually just asking me something. I wasn't sure who captured that moment and made it even looked ambiguous." 

Hana tilted her hear to the side while biting her lips. She made sure Editor Yan would be able to notice her actions. It wasn't like she was lying, she was just trying to use her tone and action to manipulate everything.

Catching the way Hana acted, Editor Yan could not help but to ask, "So they were just using you, is that what you mean?"

Hana waved her hands, "That's not what I meant. I'm not even sure if those men were related to that person who took the picture. But all I could confirm is that I'm not even familiar with those men." Once again, she acted like it was nothing, but she choked while saying those words. 

Even though the original owner loved to go to a blind date still, she was careful enough to find secluded place. She did not even see pictures of those men she dated, after all she was only meeting people with the same status as her. After analyzing all photos she had, those people who were captured with her were some celebrities and some unknown people who got under the limelight after seeing with her.

She knew that this editor would also include her every actions in the article thus she was trying her best to look natural.

"I'm sorry about hearing that. Can we go to the next question?" Hana noticed the tone of editor, she concluded that she was feeling awkward after the editor heard her words.

After Hana nodded her head, the editor once again asked something she verified with Father Shen, "How about the issue being suspended from your school after getting linked with an underworld boss?"

This time, she made herself she was about to explode because of madness, she bit her lips before saying, "I'm not actually sure who was the underworld they were referring to. I was just enjoying my college life when I learned I was going to be suspended."

The editor could not believe what she was hearing, she knew Hana came from a rich background so how come no one helped her during that time?

Hana continued her story, "My father was actually busy with work thus he wasn't able to help me during that time. I only felt aggrieved after being judged even though I had alibis."

Editor Yan felt sorry for Hana, coming from a rich family would not really guarantee she would be safe.

“I am tired,” those were her words she said after finishing her job. She’s a strong, independent woman but she’s too tired not only physically but also mentally and emotionally so could someone please do her jobs on her stead?

After checking some novels to check for updates, she thought, “Can I also be like them and enter those worlds?”

‘Be careful of what you wish for,’ those were the words that came to her mind after understanding everything.

However, after doing everything and getting tired again, all she could say, “Boss, can I hug your thigh?”

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The following day, Lisa continued to do some more research about how to improve the quality of her work. The time for her to post the first chapter of her new novel was closing in, and she wanted to at least write some sort of improvements within it. 

After rereading her work a few more times, she really couldn't understand what made the conversations robotic. But all this research wasn't a total waste of time since after reading some comments about other romance novels, Lisa figured out that readers liked lovey-dovey moments. She noticed that in every online novel she read, that in the comment sections, most people loved seeing the lead couple in a lovey-dovey situation.

This was a good piece of information but unfortunately, Lisa had no idea what events make a lovey-dovey scene. In truth, her novel did have some lovey-dovey scenes but Lisa was unaware of them since she didn't really understand much about the scene and simply took a scene she found that was popular in numerous romance movies and added it into her novel. 

Due to some incidents in her past, Lisa has zero experience in dealing with the opposite gender. Actually, she had no experience with anything to do with relationships. After that certain incident in the past she had difficulty in making friends, she who used to be energetic and active, became an introvert. So she had no idea about scenes that could make one's heart race.

Jun also noticed this defect in her novel but decided not to say anything since he already said too much. Still, now that Lisa had a way to improve her work she wanted to study lovey-dovey situations. 

She checked online about the meaning of lovey-dovey. If two people in a romantic relationship are lovey-dovey, they show their love for each other in public by touching each other and saying loving things.

After reading the basic definition of the word, she started to search for more information. Once she gained a bit more information, Lisa figured that she wouldn't be able to fully understand it. Even though she can kinda understand the meaning of the word, she couldn't truly understand it and write about it. So she needed help from someone that actually experienced it and understood it. 

Lisa took out her phone and called someone. 

"Lisa, what is it?" Karla asked upon picking up the phone. 

"Karla I need your help in researching about lovey-dovey situations." 

"Huh?" Karla answered confused as to what Lisa was talking about. Lisa then proceeded to tell Karla about her hardships in understanding the subject.

"Sorry Lisa, right now I'm helping the new writer they assigned to me. If you really need help, don't you have someone else to talk to?" 

"You do remember that I only have you as a friend," Lisa responded, in which she heard Karla sighing. 

"Don't you remember, they assigned a new editor for you. Why don't you ask for his help? Oh, sorry Lisa I gotta go."

"Wa-" Lisa wasn't able to finish speaking as Karla already ended the call. After the call ended the whole place was silent and you could only hear Mia's purring. After a short pause, Lisa looked at one of the few numbers stored in her phone, the name Tang Jun was seen. 

'Should I call him? Is it really appropriate for me to ask for help after acting rudely to him last night? Though he is my new editor... Also if I don't call him there's no one else that could help me.' 

Lisa was wrestling with the idea of her asking for help with a guy she just met. Even though it was Jun's job to help her with some of her difficulties in writing, Lisa still felt a bit uncomfortable asking a man for help. On the other hand, if she doesn't ask for help, her story wouldn't be able to improve. With her story on the line, Lisa decided to have courage and gave Jun a call. 

...

Jun was reading some emails at home while drinking coffee when he received a call. He was surprised to see who was calling him, still, he answered it immediately. 

"Hello, Ms. Lisa it's nice to hear from you," Jun answered with an upbeat tone. 

"..."

"Ms. Lisa?" 

"..."

"Ms. Lisa are you there? Can you hear me? Is there something happening? Are you alright? Should I call the police." When Lisa heard the word police, she finally answered. 

"I'm here, sorry about the long pause." Hearing Lisa's voice Jun sighed in relief. He's been watching too many action movies, making him have weird thoughts about the situation.

"It's alright Ms. Lisa, how can I help you today?" 

"Um, if it isn't too much to ask, I want you to help me with something," Lisa answered a bit shyly. Even though Jun couldn't see her face he could already imagine Lisa blushing. 

"Sure, of course, I will gladly help you. So what do you want me to help you with?" Jun answered happily. 

"I..." 

"You? What?" 

"I want you to help me in making my heart race!" When Jun heard this he almost spat his coffee like in a cartoon because of how shocked he was. Still, he was able to somehow remain cool as he tried to confirm what was just said.

"What do you mean to make your heart race?" Jun calmly asked. Lisa, on the other hand, was already pushed to the edge because of her embarrassment so she just went ahead full throttle without thinking how her words sounded like. 

"I mean, I want you to perform lovey-dovey acts with me."

A female writer who has problems eating properly, due to a past she wants to forget. She has a life-changing encounter with a man she meets in a hospital.

A story of change, acceptance, love, and redemption starts here.

After half an hour, Ren Han and I came back from "buying soy sauce", and the situation at home was quite different.

Although Can Can's face still looked out of sorts, but from Xiao Xiao's silly satisfied smile, the crisis has already been relieved, and this month's bonus is saved, Amitabha. We were having a warm and harmonious dinner until an annoying phone call came.

At that time, I was kissing up to Demon king Ren with a chicken leg when the loud ringing tone rang, Ren Han looked at the phone screen, frowned and picked up the phone, "En, en, yeah yeah." After that then the disconnected tone of hanging up sounded out, but judging from his overcast expression, there definitely must be some issue.

When Xiao Xiao saw it, he joked, "It seems that this chicken leg cannot be eaten anymore, it will be better to give it my family's Can Can." After saying, he really impolitely grabbed the chicken leg and eagerly and attentively put it into Can Can's bowl.

Can Can on hearing those words immediately became a steam engine and scolded, "Get lost~ Who wants your chicken leg? Also, who is your family's Can Can?"

"Oh? Isn't it? Didn't we get married half a year ago when we reached the upper level of the game? Now, you still have the title of 'Xiao Xiao Yi Feng's wife on top of your head."

"You really have no sense of shame. Yesterday while I was working overtime, you actually went to restore the marriage by yourself."

　　......

Can Can and Xiao Xiao, this young couple still have a harmonious bickering couple atmosphere. I sat on the side biting my chopsticks. Demon King Ren's expression looked even more unsightly when put beside this couple's pink atmosphere, I tried asking who called on the phone, and the response was also a cold glance. I have a hunch that after Can Can and Xiao Xiao leave, it will be very moody. When I escorted the young couple out, I deliberately pulled Xiao Xiao and asked about the situation, he was startled and started cold sweating.

Originally, the French Missouri winery recently planned to enter into the Chinese market, and have signed into a partnership with a domestic agent to distribute. The next step, was for the Chinese wine distributor is naturally to seek media cooperation and vigorously promote their wine. Such a gold mine, everyone in the industry wants to pounce and get a bite. Coincidentally, Xiao Xiao and the Chinese agent have a partnership, and so he got some information and passed it along to Ren Han. Demon King Ren naturally would not let go of such a good opportunity, which led to the journalist department staking out in a car for more than two weeks, and finally worked out a perfect plan, and were waiting for the the Winery's CEO, Sophie to come to China to finalize the advertising deal, in the end...there was the traffic accident.

After listening to that, I was sweating and pulling my ears down, "So, is this advertising deal ruined?" Other than Ren Han, there are still other people in the Journalism department, right? Even if Ren Han falls, they should also still be able to continue discussing the contract, right?

Can Can pat my shoulder and sighed, "I have also heard some things on this matter. I heard that this Sophie person is very picky. Since they have been discussing business with Ren Han, when the person suddenly changed, she didn't accept it. S1ime also explained to her that Ren Han had a traffic accident, but she did not seem to believe it, and felt that it was our magazine company not taking this business deal seriously." 

Xiao Xiao nodded and added, "That woman is also very arrogant, and that Idiot Ren has also been feeling vexed about the injury, he was originally supposed to pick up Sophie that afternoon. In the end, it was not done and Sophie criticized the company of not attaching importance to the deal. Later, that idiot went to with his crutched to the hotel find her once, and was also rejected."

"Just drop dead! Who is this woman?"

I was stunned, and couldn't imagine the venerable Demon king has been cruelly rejected by a client. If it was before, I would have been very happy hearing the news, but now hearing this I cannot laugh at all. Although I am not from the Journalism department, I also know that the Journalism department has been very busy for the last weeks, just to plan out this big business; even if I'm not in management, just thinking about it on my toes, I can guess and understand the amount of money riding on this advertising business. It must be big, very big, but now because of me...it's all gone.

With all this in mind, I suddenly thought of a well-known legend in the business circle. A senior editor made a mistake and added a "former" in front of the leader's position, which directly changed it from "XX Chairman" to "XX former Chairman", which caused a great stir. The magazine company closed down, and dozens of people were collectively left unemployed because of this one person's mistake. I heard the female editor never showed her face in this city again and returned to her hometown.

When I first arrived at the company, the Big Boss liked to talk about this matter to educate and intimidate me. When I listened to it at that time, I used to think it was just made-up story. Now, I have a deep understanding of the feeling of that female editor. If the company loses this single business, it is not just tens of thousands, it is very likely to be in the millions, which means that the company's employee year-end bonus may collectively drop by 20%, like this, does it not seem like I am a great sinner? So, how do I face my colleagues in the company?

I only know now that Ren han not looking for me after the accident to settle the account was to protect me. If the Big Boss knows about that I am the chief culprit in the car accident, right now the squid would have been sauteed and fried already. Ren Han did not express his discontent was actually protecting me in disguise, I didn't know about it and was hiding from him. Thinking about it, my whole body couldn't help but feel unwell.

I asked, "Who do you think called just now? Sophie?"

Xiao Xiao shook his head, "It was probably someone from the Journalism department. I heard from a customer that now your rival magazine now knows about the news that Sophie came to China. If I guessed correctly, they have heard that Idiot Ren got injured and are taking advantage of this gap to curry favor with Sophie and are getting ready to finalize the advertising deal for themselves."

Can Can blinked, "So, the phone call must have been from S1ime, and must have been reporting to Ren han about the opponent magazine, right?"

Xiao Xiao pursed his lips, "Very likely." Then he paused and looked at Can Can and smiled, "You are so smart, definitely worthy of me."

"Give~I~ get lost ~"

　　-_-|||

I ignored these two childish people, and began to think deeply: Maybe, I really need to wash the demon's toilet for a lifetime to settle this account.

　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------

In the evening, I waited for the demon to sleep, quietly turned on the computer in the living room and went online, and as expected, S1ime was online.

[Editor Bai Ning]: S1ime, are you there? I want to ask you something.

[Journalist S1ime]:?

[Editor Bai Ning]: I want to ask which hotel Sofie lives in.

The information has been posted for a long time, but there was no response. I was fidgeting and thinking about it. The phone in my bag vibrated, when I opened it, it was actually S1ime calling.

"Hey."

 S1ime's voice sounded a little unpleasant and directly asked, "What do you want her address for?"

"Hello," I looked towards Ren Han's bedroom, I was afraid that Ren Han could hear it and walked to the balcony, "I heard that she is a French beauty and want to see it."

S1ime snorted, "Bai Ning, give up. You are thinking to make VP Ren happy, don't be so naive, do you think that this is a novel? When you go to Sophie after a while, she will be touched by you and then promise to cooperate with our company? VP Ren will then see you in a new light? And you suddenly become Cinderalla?"

I was speechless, why is it that the more I listened to S1ime's words, the more I felt like it resembled the melodramas of two women vying for the same husband, I pouted, "I know that I am not Cinderella." I am a famous cottage princess of high society, and still not comparable to Cinderella.

"Don't go there and cause more trouble. VP Ren showed up in his wheelchair and could not impress her. Do you think you're going to save a million-dollar advertising deal by clinging to her thigh?"

"I- -" I hadn't finished talking yet when S1ime hung up the phone, and there was the depressing "beep" sound. I miserably grabbed my hair and frowned, wondering who else would know where Sophie was staying, and was preparing to flip through the business card folder, and then I heard a QQ notification.

[Journalist S1ime]: Soufei Grand Hotel, room D703

[Journalist S1ime]: She is flying back to France tomorrow at 11:30pm tomorrow, so...If you want to go beg, hurry up!

The corners of my mouth broke into a smile, this woman is really double-mouthed, after scolding me for being naive. Who knew that the fact that she reads online novels would be caught by me. So we all believe that there can be miracles. Nevertheless, there are some things that you have to try so you don't regret it~

An Editorial Department's editorial assistant called Bai Ning is a standard Rotten Girl (fujoshi).

For work purpose and in real life, Bai Ning has maintained an image of a pure and cute little rabbit.

However, on a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, during a certain company meeting, when Bai Ning plugged her USB into the big BOSS's computer, no one could have predicted there was spyware on it, and her hidden folder "GV" unexpectedly popped up and the Big Boss accidentally went to click on it during in a meeting and everything ...... became very different.

Now a certain rogue boss tries to use the folder to blackmail her.

When a "white rabbit" encounters a rogue boss, a hilarious love story unfolds...

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With Vladimir's reminder, Zhang Zian took a look at the author of the article. But even though he did so, it was useless. He didn't know this person, and he had never heard the name.
"It doesn't matter who they are. Anyone who can publish an article in a newspaper of this scale will definitely be someone with a lot of influence." Zhang Zian shook his head. "I think we should confirm with our editors how bad the issue is…"
"No, something's not right," Vladimir interrupted him, insistent. "We should check first who this person is, and what his motive was for doing something like this."
Zhang Zian knew that Vladimir had a strategic mind, and there was no harm in checking either, so he opened the browser and entered that name. 
They immediately got a shock from the results. 
Zhang Zian sucked in a cold breath, muttering, "This is the ex-principal of the Nameless Lake University, and he is currently retired. He's said to be a descendant of Zhu Xi, and his predecessors have always been scholars. He's a smart and hardworking guy and has been since he was young. He had a lot of expectations from his family from a young age, and they had even broken tradition and named him 'Ji Sheng,' meaning 'To learn the ways of the honored, and to bring peace to the world.'" 
If Zhang Zian were to write his own resume, it might only be a few sentences long. But the information that you could check online about this person was at least a few thousand words long. Just his positions and responsibilities that he had held, or was currently holding, were around thirty, a dizzying amount. If you included the awards and honors that he had received too, you would lose the motivation to even be jealous and envious of him. 
"Hahaha! That's hilarious!"
Zhang Zian still hadn't finished the whole list of titles, but Vladimir had already collapsed on the floor in laughter. 
Pi was even more dumbfounded, even upset, thinking that Vladimir was making fun of it. 
"This… Vladimir, why are you laughing? What's so hilarious?" Zhang Zian asked, hinting to him to consider Pi's feelings with his eyes. 
Vladimir finally ended its maniacal laughter, standing up and saying a little hoarsely, "He's just a scholar, and he dares pride himself on 'To learn the ways of the honoured, and to bring peace to the world'? How dare he?"
Zhang Zian didn't understand. "Don't belittle this man," he said. "A person with a great reputation definitely has some skills in them. From what we've checked online, this person's definitely well-read and well-respected. He has students all around the world, within and outside of China. Many of them are working in the government, big organizations, or even the Fortune 500. He doesn't have many public speeches, but each one would cause a ripple through the world!"
Vladimir's smile gradually turned colder and colder. It raised a paw and slammed it firmly onto the tabletop to punctuate its next words. "I only know that if you walk the wrong path, the more you know, the more they will work against you!"
Zhang Zian said nothing.
It turned to Pi. "I respect authors because authors are engineers of the human soul," it explained. "But I don't like scholars because some of them only know how to twist the truth, write some weird passages that come from the depths of hell, and throw shade at people they don't like! What 'learning the ways of the honored'? These old men haven't understood that times have changed and only care about upholding tradition even if they know better!"
Both Zhang Zian and Pi had their mouths hanging open.
He recalled Vladimir's response the first time he saw Professor Wei Kang and its comment about Professor Wei Kang's strong academia vibes, and he finally understood why… It had never liked scholars much in the first place. 
But Wei Kang's main focus was natural sciences, and those would never be outdated. 
The more Vladimir talked, the more agitated it got, and it slammed its paw on the newspaper again, the fire in its eyes almost shooting out in a torch-like fashion.
"F*ck this! From what I see, he wants to f*cking make use of history!"
Pi had initially been very upset, but with Vladimir's thunderous outburst, its shock had instead washed away those feelings.
"History has proven time and time again, and will keep proving in the future, that anyone who tries to stop the world from moving on will be unceremoniously run over by its wheels, no exceptions!" Vladimir declared, hysterical. "People like these should be f*cking released into Siberia to get their heads straight!"
It was weird—the fractious Zhang Zian had calmed down now. Maybe it was the influence of Vladimir's bold spirit of wanting to fight against the world. 
"How about this. Now that we know who did this, let's contact the editor first and get to know the details, hm?" Zhang Zian was worried that Vladimir would be too excited and tried to suggest something to cushion its feelings.
He was worried about Pi too. No one would know better than him how much Pi had put into this novel. He couldn't just take this beating that came without rhyme or reason. But what could knowing who the culprit was do? All they could do was try and salvage what was left of the situation and see if they could recoup some of their losses.
Pi nodded in agreement. It was calm, unlike Vladimir, who blew up with the smallest flicker of a spark.
Zhang Zian clicked on the editor's icon and started typing. "I've seen the newspaper. Is the situation dire?"
After a moment, the bald monk display picture blinked again, and the notification bell rang.
The editor replied, "It's not looking good. Even the editing team has been receiving pressure from all around. We have to take care of this situation subtly. We will also try to tell our higher-ups about the situation, and I believe they will bring us justice."
Zhang Zian read the paragraph a few times, trying to peel back all its layers to understand what it truly meant. First, due to the fact that the article had also brought up the fact that the editing quality still left much to be desired, the editing team had gotten significant pressure too. Next, taking care of it subtly meant that they would have to lie low, and the novel wouldn't get into any "Recommendation" slots in the near future. Lastly, the editing team was trying their best to use their connections to report the situation back to their superiors, hoping to turn the situation around. 
Even though the arrow was pointed at Pi's story, this wasn't actually aimed at Pi. Instead, it was a jab at the whole online novel community, and none of the online authors could escape from it. It was just that Pi had ended up as the sacrificial lamb to put on a demonstration for the rest of the community…
The impact to them was too sudden and too heavy. As for whether they could turn the situation around, they didn't seem too confident either. 
"Cheep cheep?" Pi asked Zhang Zian about the situation. 
Zhang Zian tried to comfort it using the bright side of things and encourage it to not give up. But even he found his words empty, since the situation had already been blown out of their hands and control.
It was only after doing his best that Pi's emotions finally crawled out of the pit.
Wang Qian had already called him from downstairs several times, and he had to go downstairs to take a look. But he suddenly realized that Vladimir had gone missing yet again. 


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