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

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"A novelist is planning to give out perks, like keyboards, the ones I showed you last time."

"No... what does this have to do with you guys? You don't actually think you're going to win the lottery, do you?"

"What are you talking about? I have ten monthly passes, what if..."

"There's no such thing as a 'what if' situation. If you guys win, I'll just eat it, okay? You actually believe in these kinds of lotteries? They're all won by people you know!"

Lin Hao looked like he knew everything.

However, Ye Feng narrowed his eyes; he... really wanted to see!

"You're here to freeload again. You won't even take the food when we actually let you eat it."

"Just kidding! A man's word is his bond!"

"Shall we write a written agreement?"

"Fine, I'll write it!"

Lin Hao was also inspired by the three of them. He took out paper and pen and quickly wrote down an agreement. He even wanted to bite his thumb to make a fingerprint like in the movies, but he found it hurt quite a bit after biting it. In the end, he used some cigarette ash to stamp it.

The other two were just trying to make a joke, but Ye Feng was different; he really wanted to see it!

Moreover, Lin Hao was right about part of it. This lottery does indeed favor acquaintances. Ye Feng originally didn't want it to be like this, but now it's different. It doesn't matter who he gives it to. Giving it to his two adopted sons is the same. Although he won't receive their thanks, he'll gain two more loyal fans!

Ye Feng believed that if the two of them really won the prize, they would definitely support him wholeheartedly in the future!

"Sigh, I wonder when this guy will release another big update; those would be so exciting to read!"

Zhou Ming couldn't help but sigh, "The most painful thing about following a novel is this. You want to save it and not read it, but you can't resist. You read it, but it ends after a short while. That feeling is really too painful."

When the first update was released in a big burst, Zhou Ming just ate soup along with everyone else and didn't even send a gift.

The second time, he couldn't resist spending 100. It felt great, like he had done his part to help the game explode.

Although it hurts to spend money, it's incredibly satisfying to see the long list of unread chapters in the table of contents.

And now he's already looking forward to the third time, hoping to have another great time!

Wan Quan felt the same way, but what impressed him most was the author's speed in writing the novel.

Those who haven't written it before don't know that it's not simply a matter of hand speed. If your mind is blank, what's the use of having fast hands? If you can't write it, you just can't write it.

"How do you guys think that author does it? He's incredibly prolific! According to my calculations, he can write 20,000 words a day. That's outrageous!"

"That's outrageous, but the most outrageous thing is that the quality is guaranteed—that's the most outrageous part!"

"Yes, when I'm writing a novel, sometimes I can't even squeeze out two thousand words in a day. It's really tough."

Zhou Ming doesn't write novels, so he can't understand Wan Quan's feelings, but he has written essays!

In high school, the 800-word essay in every Chinese exam was truly maddening.

Imagine someone who can write about twenty-five articles like this in a day. Even though it's written on a computer, it's still pretty insane!

That's not even the most outrageous part. The most outrageous thing is that they can still guarantee the quality!

Ye Feng couldn't resist and started sharing.

"This must be a detailed outline. Many settings were already organized before writing the novel, so you just need to write according to the outline."

"It's not as simple as you say. You're a novelist too. If I asked you to write a detailed outline, how far do you think you could go?"

Also, do you think you'll stick to the detailed outline you initially wrote? With such a long piece, new ideas will inevitably pop up as you write, requiring various adjustments later on.

Ye Feng fell silent, because he didn't know what to say either. After all, when he first started writing his novel, he didn't have an outline at all; he just sat in front of the computer and got right to work!

However, for his second book, which was before he wrote "Mystery," Ye Feng didn't do it that way. It was so long, and he had to leave some material for later. So he wrote an outline based on the novel.

He originally intended to write a detailed outline to brag about later, but that was too difficult, and Ye Feng gave up before he had even completed a fifth of it.

Therefore, Wan Quan simply did not believe it.

Lin Hao couldn't understand the rest, but he did understand the fact that the character had written 20,000 words in a day, and he couldn't help but gasp. Was this some kind of tentacle monster?

Then he remembered that when Ye Feng lived at school, he would often type away on the keyboard with incredible speed, sometimes for hours at a time.

"Ye Feng, you type pretty fast too, don't you? I saw you typing before, and the speed was amazing!"

"Hehe, I was just trying to get full attendance, so the plot of the novel was pretty random. It's really incomparable to what others do."

"Haha, that's true. When I wrote my first book, I had over 100,000 words and I really didn't know what to write anymore. So I just wrote whatever came to mind. And you know what? At my peak, I wrote 10,000 words a day!"

Without Ye Feng needing to explain further, Wan Quan provided the reason, which relieved Ye Feng.

However, Ye Feng is now a little worried about the reaction of his three adopted sons after they find out that he is the author of this novel. What if they get too excited and pass out?

He shook his head, trying to shake off those wild and unrealistic ideas.

I'll definitely find out eventually. We'll talk about it when the time comes. At worst, I'll apologize and treat them to a meal. If that doesn't work, I'll add a massage and a song. That should basically solve everything!

"By the way, Quan'er, how's your novel coming along?"

When this topic came up, Wan Quan perked up because his third book, which he's currently writing, is doing well on the charts.

"It's alright. I got over eight thousand in royalties last month. It could have been over ten thousand, but I was too busy one day and didn't have time to update, so I didn't get the full attendance bonus."

"I*!"

Ye Feng wasn't the one who was excited, but the other two. Their shock was no less than the discovery that they were actually women!

No, why should they? Everyone's gloating over selling a few computers. After all, Lin Hao is doing very well in this area. He's already expanded to surrounding schools and can easily earn three or four thousand a month. If he's lucky, he might even make five or six thousand.

His income was rather ordinary, around one or two thousand. After all, he wasn't very sociable, but he maintained good relationships with people he knew well, mostly through introductions from acquaintances.

And now? Wan Quan earns about ten thousand yuan a month, right?

He spends all his free time running around to different schools, looking for acquaintances and high school classmates, treating them to meals, and even replying to clients' messages while going to the bathroom. What's wrong with all his shameless deception?

What does it matter? He's just hardworking.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"