Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

the other side.

Lin Yuan had indeed just woken up.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a lazy golden line on the floor.

Lin Yuan lay on the bed, turned over, reached for his phone, and squinted at the time.

10:07.

"Um."

"healthy."

He was satisfied with his schedule.

I went to bed at midnight last night.

I'll get up at 10 a.m. today.

Sufficient sleep quality.

He is in good mental condition.

This perfectly aligns with the basic qualities of a health and wellness author.

As for whether the Xianxia (fantasy/martial arts) section outside has been blown up, whether the readers have broken their guard, or whether anyone on Weibo is urging him to update quickly.

Those are all mundane matters of the mortal world.

Those who cultivate immortality should avoid being entangled in karma.

of course.

If this cause and effect results in benefit, then that's another story.

Lin Yuan slowly got up, washed up, poured himself a glass of water, and then sat down at the computer to open the Red Eggplant Literature Network backend.

He originally thought the data should be good.

After all, those ten chapters released last night must have had an effect.

But the moment the backend page refreshes.

Lin Yuan paused slightly in his hand holding the water glass.

"Wow."

He sat up a little straighter.

Not bad.

It's very good.

The number of people adding the book to their favorites, following the story, giving tips, commenting, and receiving recommendations on the site all exceeded his expectations.

Especially the revenue from tips.

Yesterday, it was just a few scattered numbers.

Looking at it today, it has turned into a string of amounts that bring joy.

Lin Yuan stared at the backstage area for two seconds.

Then, with sincere admiration:

"This generation of immortals is really awesome."

He originally thought that everyone was just hurling insults at each other.

Surprisingly, despite the criticism, they actually gave me the money.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the readers are all kind-hearted.

Although they shouted in the comments section that they wanted him to sit down and write more articles, they still gave him simple and sincere support in their actions.

of course.

It would be even better if I didn't have to bring a knife.

Lin Yuan opened the comments section.

The next second, a barrage of comments urging for more updates flooded in.

"Is the old scoundrel awake? If he is, he'd better get to work!"

"Stop playing dead, I know you can see me!"

"Where is the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament? Where is the arena? Where is my Zhang Xiaofan?"

"Last night I dreamt that I was queuing at the entrance of Qingyun Sect, and when it was my turn, the author said that today was a day off."

"Old scoundrel from Mount Akina, I advise you to be kind."

"Author, if you don't update today, I'll frame your comment and curse you every night before I go to sleep."

Lin Yuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The comments section is where the real human touch shines.

Each one is full of vitality.

And a murderous aura.

He scrolled down and found that some readers were seriously analyzing the plot.

Some people were even criticizing while analyzing the situation.

"The author has laid so much groundwork, there must be a big scene coming. My only worry now is that he'll cut it short again."

The following is a reply.

"Be confident, and get rid of your worries."

He will definitely break it off.

"This author's moral bottom line went offline last night, along with his sleep."

Lin Yuan stroked his chin.

These readers already know him very well.

This is not a good thing.

If the author's thoughts are guessed by the readers, the mystery is diminished.

But it's not a big problem.

He has many more egregious transgressions.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan felt even better.

He thought for a moment and then pinned a comment to the top of the comments section.

[Author's reply: Thank you for your support, fellow cultivators. To maintain everyone's healthy sleep schedule, this book will temporarily be updated with two chapters every night at 9 PM. Please read responsibly and avoid staying up late; let's start with ourselves.]

The comment section was silent for a second.

Then it got even more explosive.

"Two chapters every night? You call that reasonable reading?"

"You posted ten chapters in one go last night, keeping me up until 1:30 AM, and now you're talking to me about health?"

"Start with you? You should start by updating your chapters more frequently!"

"Old fool, I understand what you mean. You mean I'll start surgery at nine o'clock every day."

"Refuse to stay up late? I refuse to accept your refusal to stay up late!"

"The author's tone is so arrogant, my blood pressure is higher than that of Tongtian Peak right now."

Lin Yuan was very satisfied.

The readers' emotions remain stable.

I'm determined to cut him down by following the internet cable.

He closed the comments section and then glanced at the earnings backend.

The numbers are still rising.

Although he is far from being financially independent, for Lin Yuan, who has just graduated from high school, this is already a fairly comfortable income.

At least in the short term, we won't be short of money.

What should you do if you have money?

Buy a house?

Too early.

Buy a car?

I just got my driver's license yesterday, so it's not impossible.

Should I continue writing from home?

That doesn't fit the image of a lazy person.

Once a person has enough money, some very dangerous thoughts are more likely to pop into their head.

For example, adding more chapters.

For example, working yourself to exhaustion.

For example, taking advantage of the high popularity of "Zhu Xian", he wrote for thirty consecutive days, making a group of authors in the Xianxia (fantasy martial arts) section question their existence.

Lin Yuan thought about it seriously for three seconds.

Then decisively nip these dangerous thoughts in the bud.

That's terrifying.

What kind of self-exploitation is this among young people in the new era?

In another month, he will begin his university life.

In other words, this is an extremely precious period of vacancy in his life.

There is no 8 AM.

I don't need to go to work.

If I don't play this month, am I supposed to wait until after school starts, then spend all night in the directing department analyzing films while regretting that I didn't get to sleep a few more days while I'm still young?

unreasonable.

That's completely unreasonable.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, turned halfway around, and his gaze fell on the admission notice on the table.

Jinghua Film Academy.

Directing Department.

Location: Beijing.

He suddenly felt that he should indeed go and take a look beforehand.

After all, school starts in a month.

It's reasonable to go to the capital first to familiarize yourself with the environment.

It would be reasonable to take a visit to the school while we're at it.

It would be even more reasonable to take a stroll around Beijing, have some food, and see some of the sights while we're at it.

This is not tourism.

This is called getting used to university life in advance.

As for "Zhu Xian"?

Two chapters every day at 9 PM.

Very stable.

If readers ask why he doesn't update more chapters, he has his reasons.

Health preservation.

This is not laziness.

This is a continuation of the author's established persona.

After all, last night's statement, "It's impossible for me to stay up all night," has already cemented the reputation of the old scoundrel from Mount Akina on the pillar of shame.

If he suddenly releases a lot of new chapters now, readers will be scared.

They might even suspect their account has been hacked.