Hearing this, the principal no longer held out hope. "Mr. Su, since you're busy, let's forget about it."
Su Hua: "I'll be there on time."
Jiang Qing shook her head.
Well, Mr. Su is now obsessed with a man. The Su Hua who used to be solely focused on work is gone forever.
The principal was stunned.
Mr. Su actually agreed!
The chairman of Su Corporation personally coming to give a speech to students would be big news if it got out, and it would greatly help with the enrollment of Shangqing University!
"Alright, Mr. Su, I'll arrange everything for you," the principal said cheerfully before hanging up the phone.
Lin Xuan must have some connection with Mr. Su!
And Mr. Su treats Lin Xuan differently! As long as he clings to Lin Xuan, he'll be clinging to Mr. Su.
Hmm, it's not embarrassing for a dignified principal like him to rely on a student.
The executives in the office looked puzzled. She agreed? But why would Mr. Su attend such a small speech?
Mr. Su hates these kinds of speeches the most. She hasn't even attended the company's annual meetings or accepted media interviews.
On the way back in the car, Lin Xuan received another frantic message from Dogtail Grass.
[Dogtail Grass: Bro, my bro, it's exploded! It's really blown up! The average subscriptions have reached 15,000! In the evening, when everyone gets off work or school, it'll be peak reading time. I estimate it'll increase by another 20,000 subscriptions!]
[Dogtail Grass: 35,000 subscriptions on the first day! This is a result that even many top authors can't achieve!]
The joy of Dogtail Grass could be felt through the screen.
In the morning, he had thought it would only reach 10,000 subscriptions, but in just eight hours, it had gone from a little over 1,000 to 15,000!
Probably because people found it good and recommended it to their friends, and another reason is that they finished reading the book.
[Dogtail Grass: Bro, you're really amazing. I kneel before you.]
Lin Xuan stroked his chin.
He hadn't completely copied the novel from another world. He added many of his own designed plot points, combining others' ideas with his own and writing them out in his own style.
To be honest, he was still a bit nervous, worried that his poor writing would affect the novel's performance, but the result was beyond expectations.
He had already earned 210,000 in a single day.
Sigh, the money earned from writing novels is still too little. He should finish posting the chapters this month and then quit.
For Lin Xuan, this newcomer who appeared out of nowhere, the male fiction editorial department of Feiyue Novel Website was going crazy.
"These results are amazing! For every eight people who click in, one is willing to pay to read. Even top-tier authors don't have such a high subscription rate!"
"This novel was posted on the first day and went on sale the next day. It's the first time we've seen such an operation, and it exploded!"
"Isn't this the novel that Trumpet Flower rejected, and then Dogtail Grass picked it up? Trumpet Flower must be regretting it to death!"
The editors were all lamenting. They had wanted to sign the novel too but were afraid of offending Trumpet Flower and didn't dare to.
"Don't even mention it. I regret it too. Why didn't I sign him? Ah, my commission! Dogtail Grass's commission this month is probably over 100,000."
Trumpet Flower had taken annual leave to go on a honeymoon with her new husband and had no idea about Lin Xuan's novel.
The male fiction editorial department collectively kept it from her.
Trumpet Flower had poached many successful authors from them, and none of them liked her. They were all looking forward to her reaction when she returned from her honeymoon and saw Lin Xuan's novel explode.
Trumpet Flower also had a novel author group, and the authors inside were frantically discussing Lin Xuan's novel.
But she was happily on her honeymoon and had no time to read these messages.
Lin Xuan glanced at the backend data and generously uploaded another 100,000 words of the novel.
[Dogtail Grass: Bro, take it easy. Who updates 100,000 to 200,000 words a day like you?]
Other authors, even if they had drafts saved, wouldn't dare to post so much. Because if one novel explodes, the next one might not. They prefer to release slowly. The longer the serialization, the more they earn!
One author wrote for over a decade, pushing a novel to nearly 50 million words and still reluctant to finish it.
Someone like Lin Xuan, who updates so frantically, is the first of his kind!
[Lin Xuan: I need money. Also, readers will love this kind of update speed.]
[Dogtail Grass: ...]
[Dogtail Grass: Alright then. But bro, don't post the entire novel in one day.]
You're amazing, you're willful!
But with his writing style and plot design, it shouldn't be hard for him to write another hit.
Maybe Lin Xuan can create his own era of novels.
[Lin Xuan: Got it.]
After logging out, Lin Xuan checked the time. There were still ten days left in the month, but he didn't want to wait. He decided to post all the remaining chapters within five days.
He needed to quickly earn a sum of money to use as his startup fund.
Lin Xuan had also posted another novel on a different website, also a female lead with a yandere theme, but with a completely different plot design from the one on Feiyue Novel Website.
Using the same strategy as before, he posted 100,000 words on the first day and put it on sale the next day.
When Lin Xuan returned to Night Garden, Su Hua hadn't come back yet.
The chef was cooking, and Lin Xuan walked in.
"Young Master Lin," the chef greeted respectfully.
Lin Xuan said, "I'll take over."
"Young Master Lin, I can handle it. There's no need to trouble you," the chef said, gripping his spatula tightly.
"What, don't trust my cooking skills?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
The chef didn't speak, just looked at Lin Xuan, his expression seeming to say, "Obviously not?"
The first time Young Master Lin cooked in Night Garden, he blew up the kitchen. Luckily, he was unharmed.
"Young Master Lin, if you get hurt while cooking, Miss Su won't let me off. I have my 80-year-old parents and in-laws to support, a wife, and three children. I can't afford to lose this job. Please spare me," the chef pleaded.
The job at Night Garden was too well-paid, and he didn't want to pack up and leave.
Lin Xuan: "If you don't let me cook, I'll tell Su Hua that you insulted me."
The chef: "..." Damn, that's a low blow!
He really didn't want to agree, but Lin Xuan's words hit his weak spot.
"Fine," the chef reluctantly nodded. "But Young Master Lin, I'll stay in the kitchen to watch you. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."
"Deal," Lin Xuan agreed.
He tied on an apron, skillfully turned on the gas stove, poured oil, added vegetables, and sprinkled seasonings.
The chef was stunned. The cooking looked quite professional.
"Young Master Lin, when did you learn to cook?" the chef asked curiously. A month ago, hadn't he blown up the kitchen?
"Maybe I suddenly awakened my cooking talent."
In reality, it was from his previous life, after marrying Qin Ruoyao. He had learned to cook for her, transforming from someone who could blow up a kitchen into a man with skills comparable to a five-star chef.
At the Qin family, he had been the househusband, handling all the cooking, laundry, and cleaning.
Fortunately, in this life, the first meal he cooked was for Su Hua.
As Lin Xuan finished the last dish, the chef finally relaxed. Thankfully, his precious job was safe.
Lin Xuan prepared a full table of dishes and sat at the dining table, waiting for Su Hua to return.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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.
