I was in my final year of high school, and my deskmate found out I was writing a novel!

"And another thing, my mom also took the bag you gave her early this morning and carried it straight to the convenience store."

"My dad also said you have a good alcohol tolerance and behave well when you're drunk, saying you don't cause trouble even when you're drunk..."

Although Su Miaomiao kept saying that her parents were praising Ye Feng, she wasn't jealous at all; on the contrary, she was very happy.

Hearing Su Miaomiao's words, Ye Feng felt relieved. She left a good impression, which was good, and he was at ease.

But now he has to focus on writing. He has indeed been slacking off these past few days since he came back, even though he promised to add more chapters during the National Day holiday.

There's no problem with the Mysterious Ones account; they have plenty of drafts. But the novels on his new account are different. He only writes 5,000 words a day, no more, no less, and the word count is still low, but the data is already quite good.

After all, he recommended it in both of his books.

In fact, at the beginning, quite a few people suspected that the book was written by him under a pseudonym. They discussed it for a while and even asked him in a group chat, but he never admitted it and always used the excuse of being friends to fool them.

The two books have very different styles, and after a while, no one will say that anymore. Although Ye Feng did not officially deny it in an article, he did not admit that it was not true either.

So, I'm slowly accepting this situation now.

The novel is about to be released, and the editor keeps urging him to have more chapters saved up so he can release a large update when it goes on sale. He shouldn't be indifferent.

The editor was completely convinced. Needless to say, this book was bound to be a bestseller. He couldn't accurately predict how high it would go, but he knew that the minimum standard would definitely be high!

That's why he's paying close attention to this book; Ye Feng is practically his cash cow now!

As for Ye Feng, he didn't really care that much about the book. It was just a whim of his, plus some suggestions from his fans. He thought the book was perfect, and since it was just copying books anyway, he published it and could make more money.

Fortunately, I have nothing to do today, so I turned on my computer and started typing away.

Sketching Xiao was naturally by her side, but she wasn't just casually snacking and watching anime; instead, she took out her computer and started watching tutorial videos—editing and photography tutorial videos.

Ye Feng originally planned to learn photography, but Su Miaomiao started studying it on her own.

"Ye Feng, Ye Feng, didn't you say you were going to learn photography to take pictures for me?"

"Hmm... I'll look into it when school starts."

Ye Feng feels incredibly busy right now; it seems like he's expanded his operations a bit too much.

After school starts, he will officially begin classes. He also wants to learn guitar, write, and now he's added photography to his list. Goodness, isn't he just asking for trouble?

He needs to set aside at least two hours a day for writing, since he's running two programs simultaneously, and he also has to type out each word when copying books.

Then there's the guitar, which takes about half an hour to an hour, right? Yeah, that's about three hours of free time a day.

Then I have to attend classes, but thankfully the classes aren't too demanding.

It was a bittersweet experience, Ye Feng said, but he actually quite enjoyed it. Otherwise, being idle all day wouldn't be a good thing.

"Let's go eat."

"Huh? Let's order takeout, I don't want to go out."

Around 6 p.m., Ye Feng also felt a bit hungry. He had only had some porridge at noon, and he really couldn't hold on any longer.

But he didn't want to go out.

Su Miaomiao ignored him and pulled him away.

"My mom told me this morning that I should eat at home from now on, instead of ordering takeout all the time, it's unhealthy!"

"What's unhealthy about it? If I get sick from eating it, he'll have to pay me back!"

"You can tell that to my mom, not me. Let's go, or I'll have my mom come and get you later?"

"Alright then, let's go."

Having said all that, Ye Feng had no choice. Would he really let Miao Miao's mother come and call her? How could he possibly have the nerve to do that?

When we got downstairs, Miaomiao's mom had come home early today, and the meal was already prepared.

Miao Miao's dad had already arrived at the dining table and was waiting for the two of them.

"Come on, have another drink with me."

"Uncle... how about next time? I'm still feeling dizzy."

"That's perfect! A little alcohol will keep us from getting dizzy. We won't drink too much, just one glass each, and that's it!"

Miao Miao's mother and Su Miao Miao were about to stop them, but after hearing what Miao Miao's father said, they decided not to. Three ounces each, they wouldn't get drunk!

When Miaomiao's dad wants to drink at home, there's no one to drink with him because nobody drinks at home.

But things are different now. I have an older son now, so I have to spend more time with him!

The wine was already poured, so Ye Feng had no choice but to sit down and start drinking with Miao Miao's father.

"Xiao Ye, you still need to work on your alcohol tolerance."

Before we even drank it, Miaomiao's dad started talking, though his words were teasing.

"What are you practicing? How old is Xiao Ye? Ye Feng, don't listen to your uncle. This stuff isn't anything good. You should drink less of it in the future."

"You're wrong about that. How can he manage without drinking when he's entertaining guests? It's unseemly for him to sit at the table without even holding a glass!"

"I mean drink less, don't be like you who can't resist alcohol. I want to see how many more years your liver can handle this. You always act like you're trying to kill me!"

Ye Feng didn't feel embarrassed at all when the two adults were bickering; on the contrary, he found it quite interesting and full of everyday life.

He ate his food with a smile, occasionally raising his glass to clink with Miaomiao's dad's; he seemed quite comfortable.

"Didn't you go out today?"

After drinking for a while, Miaomiao's dad started a conversation, noticing that the two kids were dressed casually, as if they didn't want to go out.

"Yeah, I haven't had time to write for the past few days since I got back, but I had some free time today, so I wrote a bit at home."

"Typing?"

"It's about writing novels."

"Oh, by the way, I heard from Miaomiao that you've written another book. How's the new one?"

Although Miaomiao's dad doesn't like reading Ye Feng's novels, he prefers other genres on different platforms, like those fast-paced, exciting stories!

Ye Feng's novels were not his cup of tea at all; he found them boring, rambling, and made him want to fall asleep.

However, he still paid attention to it, even though he still couldn't remember the book's name, because it was his daughter's boyfriend after all.

"The data is not bad. Although it hasn't reached the level of the previous book, it's still pretty good."

"That's good. You know what, writing novels is actually quite good. I can write in my spare time, it doesn't take up much time, and the best part is, it's quite lucrative!"

Miao Miao's dad was really amazed. After all, this girl was making money way too fast. He could tell from his daughter's words that he had never been able to match her in a year!

To be honest, he was a little frustrated. After all, he was in his forties and couldn't even compare to an eighteen-year-old. But then he thought that the boy was his daughter's boyfriend and he was quite honest, so he thought it was good. After all, if the two of them got married in the future, they wouldn't have to worry about money.