Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

Qin Lang reached out and closed the bedroom door, then turned around and walked towards Xu Han.

Xu Han didn't look up. She remained leaning against the headboard, her gaze fixed on the pages of the novel in her hands. The collar of her pajamas had loosened again, revealing a small section of her collarbone, which cast a faint shadow in the light. This time, she didn't try to adjust her collar.

Qin Lang reached out but didn't touch her; he simply took the book from her hand.

When the book was taken away, Xu Han finally looked up at him. There was no surprise, no resistance, and no doubt in his eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

Qin Lang lowered his head, his forehead gently resting against Xu Han's shoulder. She still carried the faint scent of shower gel and shampoo, like the sap from crushed grass, mixed with her natural body fragrance.

Xu Han slowly raised his fingers, without hesitation or haste, and simply placed them on Qin Lang's hair, gently flicking them with his fingertips to remove a loose thread from his hair.

The curtains were blown by the wind, swayed a few times, and then slowly quieted down.

The sunlight had become stronger at some point, streaming in through the window and falling on the floor, the sheets, and the overlapping shadows of the two people.

Qin Lang heard Xu Han's heartbeat, or perhaps his own; he couldn't tell. The two heartbeats were like two gently flowing springs intertwined, each with its own rhythm, gradually merging into a chaotic sound of water...

Xu Han's fingertips slid from Qin Lang's hair to his earlobe, slowly, as if tracing a map.

Qin Lang's arm had somehow wrapped around her waist, his palm pressed against her back. Through the thin fabric of her pajamas, he could feel the outline of her spine, vertebra by vertebra.

Xu Han tilted his head slightly, resting his chin on the top of Qin Lang's head. His breath fell on Qin Lang's hair, even and long, occasionally punctuated by a soft sigh...

Time has become blurred.

The shadows of the two people on the wall grew longer and longer, casting their patterns on the clean wall...

Later, Xu Han's hair came loose... and she closed her eyes.

……

One hour later.

"Tsk... Get up, don't keep me from reading my novel." Xu Han patted Qin Lang on the back and said calmly. She thought this kid was just joking with her, after all, he was clearly out of ammunition last night. She didn't expect this kid to be serious, how could he still have any left?

Qin Lang got up, threw the tissue into the trash can, sat back down in front of the computer, stared at Xu Han's figure for a while, and seemed lost in thought for a long time. Finally, Xu Han gave him a "warning" look, and Qin Lang turned on the computer again to continue typing.

Days passed by like this. Besides going to school, Qin Lang spent almost every day updating his novel, writing the plot for the silly animated series "Shrimp Cultivation: Starting as a Furnace," and producing the animation. Occasionally, he would create opportunities to review physiology with Xu Han.

Everything seemed the same as before, yet somehow different. Before, when the four of them ate at Qin Lang's house, their seating was random. Su Yue liked to sit next to Qin Lang, always trying to strike up conversations with him. Ruan Zhihuan preferred to sit by the window; she had a habit of taking a picture before eating and posting it on her WeChat Moments—eating first, then posting on Moments. Xu Han didn't care; he'd sit wherever there was an empty seat.

But recently, things have changed. Xu Han has been unconsciously sitting next to Qin Lang. She herself may not have realized this change, but Su Yue noticed it, and so did Ruan Zhihuan.

One day, Su Yue deliberately sat down to Qin Lang's left before Xu Han could. Xu Han stood there for a second, holding his bowl, then sat down to Qin Lang's right without expression. Su Yue lowered her head and ate her rice, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, her shoulders trembling slightly. She just wanted to see how Xu Han would react.

Ruan Zhihuan saw through Su Yue's little scheme at a glance. She sat opposite her, watching, and simply shook her head without saying a word.

These past few days, Qin Lang's hilarious animated series "Shrimp Cultivation" has experienced a new surge in popularity, as the first series is nearing its finale. Qin Lang has even included "Five Days Until the Finale," "Four Days Until the Finale," etc., in the titles of his newly released videos.

When Qin Lang updated his video with the message "Three days until the finale," the comment section exploded within two hours, with the number of comments already exceeding ten thousand.

"Is this the end?"

"Please, author, continue updating with a second part!"

"Ended? How can that be? Did you even get my permission before ending it?"

"Shrimp! If you dare to end this, I'll trace your home down the internet!"

"..."

The comment section was full of messages urging for more updates and expressing reluctance to see the series end. Some fans even created hand-drawn animations of the characters.

The next day at dinner, Su Yue held up her phone and waved it in front of Qin Lang, "Brother Lang, look! Your animation is trending! #ShrimpCultivationFinalCountdown# is even fourth on the list!"

Ruan Zhihuan also put down her chopsticks, "Many people in my WeChat Moments are sharing this, saying that the plot twists in the last few episodes are amazing."

Currently, the top three spots on the Bilibili animation charts are all occupied by "Sand Shrimp's" "Shrimp Cultivation" video. Someone in the comments joked, "Did Sand Shrimp buy views?" to which someone immediately replied, "You could buy hundreds of millions of views with just that kind of traffic?"

The income Qin Lang received from this animation also increased exponentially. Bilibili's creator incentive program is based on the number of views and interaction data. A video with 10 million views can earn more than 20,000 yuan just from the platform's revenue share. In addition, with the income from charging and tipping, Qin Lang's after-tax income has exceeded 400,000 yuan in the past week.

During lunch that day, Su Yue suddenly asked excitedly, "Brother Lang! How much money do you earn in a day now?"

Qin Lang didn't mince words and readily replied, "Add everything up, fifty or sixty thousand."

Su Yue: "..." Her gaze toward Qin Lang became even more determined, as if she had made a decision.

On Friday at noon, the fantasy novel "Undying Yuan Zun" was released on a certain online platform. Three minutes later, Qin Lang updated five chapters in one go, totaling 10,000 words.

As for how the initial subscription will proceed, that's up to the readers to decide.

Let the bullets fly for a while...

Compared to the novel's release, Qin Lang did something even more important, something that surprised everyone...

He rented half a floor of office space in the city center, about 3 kilometers from his home. It was over 500 square meters, located in a newly built commercial building, and the rent was 200,000 yuan per year; he signed a one-year contract. The interior design was minimalist business style, with cement-gray walls paired with light wood-colored office furniture, creating a bright and clean atmosphere.

Qin Lang made a preliminary plan for this area, including three shooting areas, an editing area, a conference room, and a separate office.

He led Xu Han and his group of three, along with Huang Ziqiang and his group of four, to visit the office building where he had rented the space.

Su Yue stood at the doorway, looking at the empty office area, incredibly excited. "Brother Lang, are you about to do something big?"