The rest of the class widened their eyes in shock.
This novel was a massive hit. Just yesterday, several people had tipped over ten thousand yuan, not to mention it had topped the male-oriented reading charts in a single day…
Lin Xuan was the author… Was this for real? There was no way he could be this incredible!
“Yes,” Lin Xuan nodded, admitting it. There was no point in hiding it.
Boom!
The classmates who had read Lin Xuan’s novel were completely blown away.
Luo Yuan, after seeing the novel and realizing Lin Xuan was the author, immediately opened the Feiyue Novel App and deleted the book.
He even left a negative review.
[Yaoyao, I Love You: What kind of trash novel is this? The male lead has no backbone at all—just a total freeloader. I don’t get why there are so many five-star reviews. Here’s a six-star rating, no need to thank me.]
Li Siyu exclaimed in surprise, “Lin Xuan actually wrote a novel?”
“Siyu, is this novel they’re talking about really that famous?” Qin Ruoyao asked with a frown.
“Hold on, let me check.”
Li Siyu opened her QQ group. She had once written novels herself to make money, but her works had flopped so badly that she lost patience and quit. Still, she had joined several author groups, where she often bragged about her “amazing” data and even photoshopped screenshots to fool others.
Whenever someone asked which novel was hers, she would always say she had to keep her pen name a secret to avoid being reported by jealous competitors.
Recently, Lin Xuan’s novel had been a hot topic in these groups due to its explosive update rate and skyrocketing popularity. The authors were buzzing about it nonstop.
[Damn, this author is on another level! The writing is so immersive, and the plot is perfectly balanced—sweet where it needs to be and absolutely thrilling when it’s time to hype things up!]
[I’m really curious how much he’s earning these past couple of days. His daily sales are topping the charts.]
[I did the math. Between subscriptions and tips, he made 280,000 yuan yesterday. Even though he’s no longer on the front page or auto-recommendations today, his subscription numbers haven’t dropped, and he’s getting even more tips. With so many chapters and readers following along, I estimate he’ll make 500,000 yuan today!]
500,000 yuan!
Li Siyu’s eyes widened. “Ruoyao, some authors are saying he’s made 800,000 yuan in the past two days!”
“What?” Qin Ruoyao was stunned. How could writing a novel make that much money?
“Siyu, are you sure you’re not mistaken?” Qin Ruoyao looked skeptical. How could Lin Xuan be this successful? He used to earn so little from his part-time jobs—his monthly salary wasn’t even enough to buy her a bag!
“It’s probably accurate,” Li Siyu shook her head. “This guy is a well-known data expert. His estimates are usually spot on.”
Qin Ruoyao’s face lit up with delight.
If he was making 400,000 yuan a day, that would add up to over 10 million yuan a month. And that’s not even counting the royalties from selling the novel’s rights.
Once this novel was finished, he’d start another one, and the money would keep rolling in.
Lin Xuan was her loyal admirer, so all this money would eventually be hers.
Lin Li only spent a few thousand yuan on her each month. But with Lin Xuan’s 10 million, she’d never have to worry about money again.
Qin Ruoyao began to seriously consider committing to Lin Xuan.
No!
She quickly dismissed the thought. Lin Li might not have much money now, but he was set to inherit Starlight Entertainment, which would bring in billions annually.
She decided to stick to her original plan: stay with Lin Li while stringing Lin Xuan along.
Qin Ruoyao’s eyes gleamed as she stared at Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan rubbed his arm, feeling an odd sensation, as if he were being hunted. Last night, Su Hua had watched him eat with the same intensity, but that had only made him nervous. This time, the gaze made him feel sick to his stomach.
It took Wang Dahe a while to process the news that Lin Xuan was the author. He felt a surge of pride—his best friend was a wildly successful novelist!
And now, Lin Xuan would never have to worry about money again!
Wang Dahe had been thrilled that his favorite novel was updating with tens of thousands of words daily, but now he thought it might be too much.
“Xuan, maybe you should slow down on the updates,” Wang Dahe advised. “Just follow what other authors do—update 4,000 to 10,000 words a day. That way, you can stretch out the earnings.”
“I’m planning to make a quick buck and move on. I need to shorten the earning cycle, so I’ll finish the novel as soon as possible,” Lin Xuan replied.
He had plans to create his own novel app.
Writing for Feiyue Novel was just the first step. His main goal was to build his reputation and attract readers to his future app.
Thanks to a unique space he had access to, writing multiple novels was no problem. One minute in the real world was equivalent to an hour in that space, allowing him to churn out several million-word novels in a single day. These novels would help him build a loyal reader base.
With a solid app and attractive benefits for authors, he could attract more writers, which would in turn bring in more readers—a virtuous cycle.
Lin Xuan’s ultimate goal was to use the app to supply his future film and TV production company with novel IPs. The royalties from the app would just be a bonus. After all, you could never have too much money.
“Xuan, are you short on cash?” Wang Dahe asked, concerned. “You’re not into gambling, are you?”
There were countless online scams, and once someone got hooked on gambling, it was hard to break free. Losers tried to win back their losses, while winners kept chasing more, but the house always controlled the outcome.
“Xuan, online gambling can ruin lives. Don’t fall for it!”
“What are you talking about?” Lin Xuan rolled his eyes. “Do I look like that kind of person?”
“Oh, good. That’s a relief,” Wang Dahe sighed.
“Then what do you need the money for?” Wang Dahe’s mind started racing again. Was it because that sugar mommy had dumped him and demanded repayment?
Lin Xuan replied, “To start a company.”
Wang Dahe: “!!!”
The rest of the class: “!!!”
Lin Xuan was going to start a company… Some of the students came from wealthy families, but many were just average. Starting a business was still a distant dream for most of them, especially as college juniors.
Some of the male students looked at him with admiration.
Lin Xuan was truly impressive.
“Tsk, starting a company? Lin Xuan’s getting a big head from making a bit of money writing novels. He thinks he can do anything? Ruoyao, just wait and see. I guarantee he’ll lose everything,” Luo Yuan sneered, turning to Qin Ruoyao with disdain.
Qin Ruoyao clenched her fists.
No, Lin Xuan couldn’t start a company. His money was supposed to be for her. If he lost it all, what would she spend?
“Xuan, how did you become so amazing over the summer?” Wang Dahe was on the verge of kneeling and calling him “Dad.”
“What do you think? Want to work for your old man’s company? I’ll take care of you,” Lin Xuan teased, raising an eyebrow.
Wang Dahe: “Father!”
Had he just secured a job before even graduating? Having a good brother like Lin Xuan was the best!
“Good son.”
“Oh, by the way,” Lin Xuan handed Wang Dahe a printed book. “This has some computer science knowledge. Study it.”
The book was from his special space, which contained knowledge from other worlds.
From what he had gathered, there were multiple advanced parallel worlds, and their knowledge and experiences could be put to good use. Why let it go to waste?
Wang Dahe flipped through the book and immediately fell in love with it, his eyes lighting up as he read.
“Damn, Xuan, where did you get all this amazing stuff?” Wang Dahe marveled as he read.