Lin Xuan received a friend request from an editor at Feiyue Novel Website.
The male genre editors at their website were all named after plants, and the editor who reviewed Lin Xuan's submission was a female editor named Morning Glory.
**Morning Glory:** I've read your novel. The pacing is great, the writing is solid, and the exciting moments hit just right. It's ready for a contract.
**But when are the other female characters for the male lead going to appear?**
Lin Xuan replied: **There's only one female lead.**
Morning Glory frowned: **That won't work. A single female lead doesn't sell well in the male genre. The male lead should be collecting all the beautiful and talented women.**
**Morning Glory:** Also! The male lead needs to be more dominant in front of the female lead. Your male lead comes off as a freeloader! A character like that won't resonate with readers!
Lin Xuan couldn't hold back after reading that last comment.
What's wrong with being a freeloader?
Being able to freeload is a blessing in itself!
Lin Xuan typed furiously in response: **My novel is staying as it is. I won't change it!**
Morning Glory's face darkened: **The market demands it. If you don't change it, your novel is destined to flop!**
Lin Xuan: **Not a single word will be changed!**
Morning Glory: **Fine, be stubborn! I won't accept this novel. I don't have time to waste on a story that's guaranteed to fail miserably!**
Morning Glory deleted and blocked Lin Xuan.
"Morning Glory, what's wrong? Who upset you?" Lavender, a colleague in the same office, noticed Morning Glory's dark expression and couldn't help but wonder who had angered her so much.
"There's this author. His writing and the excitement in his story are great, but he insists on having only one female lead, and the male lead is a freeloader. I told him to change it, but he refused. He's so stubborn!"
Seeking validation, Morning Glory shared the novel in the editors' group chat.
After reading the novel, the editors all shook their heads. The story had potential to be a hit, but the male lead being a freeloader was a major flaw.
Readers would likely drop the story upon encountering such a flaw.
"Such a shame," Lavender sighed.
Morning Glory snorted: "Even if this novel gets a contract, it won't succeed. He'll come around once he hits a wall."
Foxtail also saw the novel shared in the group.
Curious, he clicked to read it and ended up getting hooked.
The emotional dynamics between the male and female leads were well-handled. Although the female lead was a yandere, she also respected the male lead. Their relationship felt mutual and well-balanced.
Foxtail added Lin Xuan on QQ.
**Foxtail:** Hello, I'm Foxtail, the editor in charge of the male genre at Feiyue Novel. I read your novel, and it's really well-written. I'd like to offer you a contract.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow: **Don't you think my novel doesn't fit the current market?**
**Foxtail:** It doesn't fit the market. Most novels on the charts have multiple female leads or male leads playing the field with several women. Most authors cater to the market for money.
**But! Novels should have variety. We can't keep recycling the same tropes.**
**I have a feeling your novel is special! I want to give it a shot. If your future chapters maintain this quality, I'll push it hard.**
As a veteran editor at Feiyue Novel, Foxtail had seen many of his good authors poached by Morning Glory.
Now, he only had a handful of successful novels under his belt.
He hoped Lin Xuan's novel would be a hit!
**Lin Xuan:** Alright!
**Foxtail:** Then aim for 4,000 words a day until you hit 120,000 words. I'll arrange for it to be published!
**Lin Xuan:** I need money, so I want to publish quickly. I've already stockpiled 150,000 words, and I expect to write up to 400,000 words by tomorrow!
**Foxtail:** !!! How much? You can write 250,000 words in a day?
**Lin Xuan:** Yep.
Thanks to his spatial ability, writing 200,000 words only took a few dozen minutes in real time.
**Lin Xuan:** Is that too little? If it's not enough, I can write a few hundred thousand more.
**Foxtail:** "..."
He suspected Lin Xuan was exaggerating.
The novel was good, but the author was clearly full of hot air.
Most authors struggled to write 4,000 words a day, not because they were busy, but because they'd get stuck or spend more time scrolling on their phones than typing.
They'd type a few words, then pet their cat, type a few more, fiddle with their nails—basically doing everything except writing. Their daily 4,000 words felt like squeezing toothpaste.
Sometimes, when deadlines loomed, they'd make excuses like feeling unwell or being too busy and take a break.
For most authors, writing 10,000 words in a day was a miracle.
But Lin Xuan claimed he could write hundreds of thousands of words in a day?
No way!
Not even the fastest typists could match that speed!
**Foxtail:** Then send me the rest of your draft first.
**Lin Xuan:** Sure!
Lin Xuan sent over the draft.
Foxtail was hooked. The more he read, the more thrilling it became. The romantic tension between the male lead and the yandere female lead was so intense it nearly made his nose bleed. And the male lead's revenge scenes were incredibly satisfying!
Foxtail spent two hours reading before contacting Lin Xuan again.
**Foxtail:** Post it! Start with 100,000 words! I'll give you a big promotion! We'll publish it the day after tomorrow!
**Lin Xuan:** Got it.
The day after tomorrow was also the start of the semester at Shangqing University. Before then, Lin Xuan wanted to finish writing the novel.
In two days, Lin Xuan wrote a million words and even prepared an additional few hundred thousand words to post on another paid website.
At midnight, the novel went live, and Lin Xuan uploaded 200,000 words in one go, bringing the total to 300,000 words.
Foxtail was stunned.
This was the first time he'd seen an author update so aggressively!
Other authors would agonize over accidentally posting 2,000 extra words, but Lin Xuan just dropped 200,000 words like it was nothing!
Damn, this guy's on another level.
**Foxtail:** Bro, bro, take it easy. Save some for later.
Lin Xuan sent a screenshot of his typing interface: **No worries, I wrote 800,000 words yesterday. Plenty to go around!**
Besides needing money, Lin Xuan also understood the readers' pain. He remembered how torturous it was to wait for daily updates when he used to read novels.
So he posted more to let the readers enjoy the story to their heart's content.
**Foxtail:** ...Bro, I bow to you!
Writing 800,000 words in a day? Even a workhorse couldn't keep up with that pace!
What kind of demonic speed is this?!
**Foxtail:** Bro, why don't you send me the draft? I can help proofread and fix any typos.
He wanted to use his position to, well, read the novel ahead of time.
**Lin Xuan:** Sure.
Lin Xuan sent over the entire novel. It wasn't too long, just 1.2 million words.
With another 300,000 words, it would be complete.
Foxtail started reading Lin Xuan's novel, planning to read for just an hour before sleeping. But he ended up reading through the night.
The next day, Foxtail showed up to work with dark circles under his eyes.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
