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

Ye Feng also saw many comments urging him to write another urban novel, as he hadn't had enough. He did indeed have a goal, and he had also read some of the works—they were certainly sassy.

Goodness, this is the complete opposite of the previous one.

The previous book was pure to the extreme. Although there were some explicit scenes, it was still a single female lead, and the protagonist, despite being stubborn, was indeed faithful to her lover.

And the other one, wow, he's a master at navigating relationships with several women, completely dominating them—he's practically the kind of guy every man dreams of being!

Moreover, the data about the world that this book collected in his mind was also incredibly powerful, no less than the previous one, but Ye Feng really couldn't tell which book was better.

Actually, Ye Feng could easily run two accounts now, but Su Miaomiao is keeping a close eye on him. If he really publishes that book, Su Miaomiao might explode!

Therefore, we still need to plan carefully, but Ye Feng decided to meet the readers' demands, after all, the post was set quite high.

This novel website allows you to have two accounts. As long as you have a mobile phone number, you can apply for as many accounts as you want without any interference.

This gave Ye Feng an opportunity; he planned to get another SIM card, this time for Shanghai.

"Miaomiao, shall we get a SIM card tomorrow?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I heard that the campus card is quite cost-effective, and you also need a campus card to get internet in the dorms, so it's convenient to get one."

The school actually gave them out, but he threw them away because he thought they were useless, and now he regrets it.

"Fine, you refused to register when we told you to, why do you want to now?"

"I didn't know before, and since I don't have anything else to do, I'll get it done tomorrow!"

Ye Feng didn't tell anyone about starting a new account to write a novel; there was no need. However, he mentioned it to his editor, hoping to get some help out so that it wouldn't be too embarrassing if he didn't even get a contract.

Moreover, I had a good working relationship with the editor; he's a really nice person.

......

The next day, after getting the SIM card and having lunch with Su Miaomiao, Ye Feng returned to his dormitory to work on the new account.

The first thing to do is to inform the editor and tell them about your new account.

"Why don't you just use your current account? The commission is higher there. Don't underestimate it, it's quite a lot."

"I'm just writing this for fun, I don't want anyone to know."

"You're really something. Whatever, I'll sign it even if you write a complete pile of crap, don't worry!"

"...So I should thank you, right?"

"Hey, you guys are all fucking bastards!"

Ye Feng didn't even bother writing an outline; he just got right to work, since it was just a pastime anyway!

He didn't intend to focus all his energy on this book; it was really just a way to give back to his readers.

Ye Feng spent several hours writing 30,000 words and published them directly. From then on, he would only write two chapters a day, about 5,000 words each, and he wouldn't try to do any extra chapters. Of course, he would still add extra chapters for those who became patrons of the alliance.

Su Miaomiao gave up on this novel after reading the beginning; it was a bit convoluted and dragged on, but there was no way around it—the plot needed to be set up.

This gives Ye Feng an opportunity; he can simply post a tweet!

"My good friend's new novel, everyone please support it! I've read the outline, hmm... it's amazing!"

He didn't use his own name directly; he's a good friend, so it's like leaving himself a way out.

I had just stretched when my cousin called and came over immediately.

"Sis, there's really no way to recommend it; the editors just won't approve it!"

"It's not about that. I haven't even published my novel yet. I've already written over 20,000 words. Could you take a look and give me some feedback?"

"...Okay, I'll take a look. But let's make this clear first: if I give you my opinion, you can change it if you think it's okay; if not, forget it. Don't come arguing with me!"

"Don't worry, it'll be fine. By the way, how's the data for your new novel?"

"It's alright, we've already reached 15,000 average subscriptions, but the growth is a bit slow."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. They thought Ye Feng was in Versailles, but then they remembered the data from Ye Feng's previous novel. He certainly had the qualifications to be in Versailles!

"Hey, what's wrong with your brain? We all share the same ancestor, so why can't I?"

"Hehe, maybe my ancestors thought I was more obedient, so they left this skill to me. Keep it up, I have high hopes for your new book!"

"Come on, I'd be happy if I were half as good as you. Okay, by the way, are you coming back for National Day?"

"Go back, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just asking if you'll bring Miaomiao to play sometime."

"We'll see when the time comes. But sis, I've set up a childcare center. Why don't you go work there? It's not busy, just busy for a while at noon and in the evening. You're just staying at home anyway."

"You know what, my brother actually told me that he plans to open on October 1st, and I'm thinking about it."

"What's there to think about? It won't stop you from writing your novel, and you can't always stay at home."

"Ugh, I haven't worked in years, and I'm really finding it hard to adjust. Wait... you little brat, you're already bossing me around!"

"I'm just worried about you."

"I'm perfectly fine, what are you worried about? I'm so envious of you! I don't know how you're so smart. I read your new novel, it's awesome!"

"It's alright, I've been preparing for this book for a long time."

After chatting for a while, Ye Feng hung up the phone. It wasn't that Ye Feng liked to meddle, but his cousin had texted him to put his cousin in charge. His cousin was short-staffed right now, and having someone he knew would make communication easier.

As for whether my cousin is just loafing around or what, I really don't care. Even if she's lying down, I'll still be lying in the shop and can keep an eye on the kids, that's all that matters!

Ye Feng then mentioned this matter to Su Miaomiao. His cousin and Su Miaomiao were on very good terms now, so perhaps Miaomiao's advice would be more effective.

My cousin told me she's worried about potential disagreements over wages or something similar.

"That's true. My cousin is doing alright, after all, she's his own sister."

There's more to say: if something happens and he has a falling out with his cousin's wife, not only will his cousin be in a difficult position, but his uncle and aunt will also have a headache.

Actually, my cousin is right. The salary is too high. What if my cousin's wife has a problem with it?

If the price is too low, she might as well stay home and do nothing, why bother with all that effort!

So, she was conflicted.

After hearing what Miaomiao said, Ye Feng decided to ignore it and let them do as they pleased.

"Ye Feng, I'm so bored~"

Su Miaomiao's childish voice came again.

"How about... we go out for a walk?"

"I don't want to go. There's nothing fun to do outside."

Ye Feng wasn't annoyed, assuming he knew Su Miaomiao was just being affectionate with him.

"Miaomiao, since you're free anyway, why don't you write a novel? It'll be a way to pass the time, and you like reading them anyway."

"Huh? Writing a novel? No way, I can't write one."

"What's there to be good at or bad at? It's not like you're writing an essay. Just write it for fun. I don't believe you've never thought about writing your own novels when you're reading them. If you have an idea, just write it down and accumulate experience gradually."