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

Three days later, during lunch break, Su Miaomiao sent over a photo.

"It's here. I'll get it ready for you to start typing!"

"Great!"

The keyboard parts finally arrived, and Su Miaomiao excitedly began assembling them.

These past few days, she's been constantly nagging Ye Feng about what videos she watched that day and what she learned about the characteristics of different keyboard switches.

She had been looking forward to these accessories arriving, otherwise all the skills she had learned in the past few days would have been overflowing.

"Don't let it become unusable later."

Ye Feng was just jokingly pouring cold water on the idea.

"Don't underestimate me. Just watch, I'll get it for you once it's set up. Oh, by the way, I'm filming a video. My roommate Sun Wenwen is amazing; she helped me adjust the phone's settings, and she even has one of those stands so I can put the phone on and film!"

This Sun Wenwen is Su Miaomiao's roommate. He had never met her, but he had heard Su Miaomiao mention her more and more often recently, so it seemed that the two got along well.

Ye Feng didn't take it seriously. The pressure of writing was a bit greater now. It was two books, but it was alright for him since they were all copied.

Ye Feng chatted and played cards with his roommates while typing away, and time flew by.

"Do you go home for National Day?"

"The military training is almost over, there's about a week left, and then the long holiday will be approaching," Lin Hao asked.

"Of course I'm going back. It's seven days. I'd have nothing to do here if I didn't go back."

This was Zhou Ming's answer. He wasn't far from home to begin with, and it was getting cold, so he had to go home to get some warm clothes or something.

If everything is perfect, he won't feel pain; he won't go home.

"I told my family that I'll try to find some part-time work here during the National Day holiday."

"Damn, Quan'er, come with me later, I'll take you out to have some fun!"

Lin Hao was delighted that he wasn't going back. He was a local and was thinking of taking Wan Quan out for some fun.

"Never mind, I'll just take advantage of the holiday to travel around by myself. Actually, I just don't want to go home, it's too depressing."

Wan Quan's answer was somewhat unexpected for the three of them, but upon reflection, it seemed to be within their expectations.

This guy really doesn't want to go home; he doesn't even want to answer the phone when his parents call!

"Didn't you want a part-time job? I'll help you find one. What kind are you looking for?"

"Hmm... I don't really know right now, so I plan to look around the area near the school and find a long-term place, since I'm just killing time anyway."

After these past few days of investigation, Wan Quan is also having a bit of a headache; prices are indeed high!

When he was in high school, his parents would prepare everything he needed, including food and drink, so he didn't really feel anything special.

But since he started school, he initially thought the allowance his family gave him was quite a lot, and he felt that he would definitely live a comfortable life in the future.

However, in less than half a month, the expenses for food, internet access, gatherings, and other things really became too much for him to handle.

He still has some money, after all, his relatives gave him a lot of red envelopes after he got into university, but he can't just sit around and do nothing.

So he decided to find a part-time job, since he could earn some money anyway and had plenty of free time.

As for Wan Quan, Lin Hao didn't even ask. He was certain that the guy was going home, and with his girlfriend!

They learned more from their conversations over the past few days, and Ye Feng didn't hide anything, especially the fact that his house and his girlfriend's house were only three floors apart!

Seeing that Ye Feng was still typing, Wan Quan became interested as well.

"Ye Feng, can I write this novel?"

"Yes, you can write. But you need to read more online novels to familiarize yourself with their writing style. This is different from the literary works you read, and the difference is significant."

"Will it work?"

"Why not? Go to the novel website and look down from the rankings to see which genre you prefer. Once you've found one, just write it yourself. It's free anyway."

"The main problem is that I haven't seen it before, and I'm worried..."

"Oh, what's there to worry about? Just keep writing. At worst, no one will read it. What else can you do? Besides, don't you read books every day? I see you read a lot, so it should be about the same."

"Indeed, you might just have a talent for it."

Lin Hao and Zhou Ming also encouraged him, both thinking it was a good idea. After all, Wan Quan really enjoyed reading, and he would always be engrossed in a book whenever he had time, and he wasn't faking it.

At this moment, Ye Feng continued.

"Actually, if you study it and then write a couple more books to get used to it, compare it with similar books, and adjust it as you write, you might earn about the same as if you were doing part-time work. If you're lucky, you might even be able to make a living from it in the future."

"Then... shall I give it a try?"

"Yeah, it doesn't take much time anyway. You can use the time you would spend reading a book to read an online novel. It's that simple!"

Ye Feng's persuasion wasn't for any other purpose than to think the other person was a good match. This guy had a really high level of reading and was quite good at Chinese.

Wan Quan finally put down the physical book he was holding and started holding his phone, completely absorbed in it.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he laughed out loud. For several days in a row, he seemed to be possessed. Ye Feng regretted recommending the job. Would he have ruined the child?

"Quan'er? Are you alright?"

"Hmm? It's nothing. But Ye Feng, the quality of these novels varies quite a bit. Some of them don't even make sense in their sentences. Good heavens, how could anyone write that?"

"What's wrong with writing it? If you like it, pay for it; if you don't, don't. How about that? Not difficult, right?"

"It doesn't seem difficult, it's just the concept that's challenging. The world-building in the book I'm reading right now is amazing! I don't know how the author came up with it; they've recreated a world and constructed its order. It's truly incredible!"

"Huh? What book?"

"This... Lord of Mysteries!"

Wan Quan handed over his phone, pointed to the title of the novel, and enthusiastically recommended it.

"This novel is really good, you should check it out. By the way, have you read it?"

"Yeah...I've seen it, and I'm watching it too."

"If that's the case, I can't write it either. Actually, I'm more interested in history, but I don't know if it's even possible."

"Sure, you can check out the history category. There are some really great novels there. You should check them out."

"I see. I'll finish reading this one first. By the way, what's the name of your novel? I'd like to take a look."

"Forget it, I'm just a nobody, you'd better not watch it, or you'll laugh at me later."

"No problem at all, we can exchange ideas more. By the way, I'm not looking for a part-time job during the National Day holiday. I'll study the novel and work on it properly. I'll give it a try first!"

"That's right. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but we have to start. If we don't even get started, everything is just empty talk."