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

The more Lin Yuan thought about it, the more reliable it seemed.

He picked up his phone and opened the ticketing app.

From Xuncheng to the capital.

The high-speed train departs at 2 PM.

Business class.

Lin Yuan glanced at the ticket price.

In the past, he would have hesitated at least a little.

Things are different now.

The fellow cultivators taught him a simple truth through their donations.

The money didn't disappear.

It simply moved from the reader's wallet to another place to accompany the author.

For example, the business class seats on high-speed trains.

Lin Yuan placed the order decisively.

payment.

Tickets issued.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

It flows even more smoothly than when readers criticize him for breaking the chapter.

After buying the tickets, Lin Yuan remembered that there was something he needed to tell his family.

So he called his mother.

The phone was answered after only two rings.

Lin Yuan looked at the word "Mom" on the screen with a very calm expression.

No wonder she's her mother.

His response time on the phone was faster than when the editor was chasing him for a manuscript.

"Hello, Mom."

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Wanqing's voice carried a hint of doubt.

"Why are you calling me at this hour?"

Lin Yuan cleared his throat.

"Mom, I'm going to Beijing at 2 PM."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Jiang Wanqing's voice suddenly rose half a beat.

"What did you say? Going to Beijing at 2 PM?"

"Um."

"Have you bought the tickets?"

"I bought it."

"Are you informing me, not discussing this with me?"

Lin Yuan paused for a moment.

"I'm mainly afraid you won't agree."

Jiang Wanqing: "..."

well.

His honesty is so honest that it leaves you momentarily unsure whether to criticize him or not.

"Where are you going?"

Lin Yuan immediately switched to a serious tone.

"Familiarize yourself with the school environment in advance."

Jiang Wanqing sneered: "Speak like a human being."

Lin Yuan: "I'll just have some fun for a few days."

Jiang Wanqing: "..."

That makes much more sense.

Our family has been overjoyed lately because our child was admitted to the directing department of Jinghua Film Academy.

When the neighbors found out, they would always praise him whenever they met.

Jiang Wanqing appeared calm on the surface, but in her heart, she had already looked at the admission notice over and over again several times.

It's not necessarily a bad thing that Lin Yuan wants to go to the capital city ahead of time.

After all, the admission notice had arrived, and there was only one month left before school started. Jinghua Film Academy was located in Beijing, and he would have to go there sooner or later.

She's just habitually worried.

"Going alone?"

"Um."

"Where are you staying?"

"I've already found a hotel."

"Don't stay in remote areas, don't be greedy for cheap prices, don't wander around at night, text me when you arrive, don't just eat whatever you want, bring your ID card when you go out, and make sure your phone is charged."

Jiang Wanqing finished speaking in one breath, as if she were adding a travel safety patch to her son.

Lin Yuan listened attentively.

"understood."

Jiang Wanqing then asked, "Is there enough money?"

"enough."

Jiang Wanqing paused, her tone carrying a hint of uncertainty.

"That novel you mentioned last night... did it really make money?"

Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said modestly, "There's a small profit."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Wanqing clearly hasn't fully processed the fact that her son is making money by writing novels.

After all, not long ago, her biggest expectation for Lin Yuan was that he wouldn't mess up the college entrance exam.

Who would have thought that this kid not only didn't let the team down, but also managed to get himself into the directing department of the Beijing Film Academy.

Now I'm telling her that I wrote a novel on the side and can earn my own travel expenses.

It feels like that potted green plant I've had for eighteen years suddenly telling me that besides photosynthesis, it can also trade stocks.

That's a bit outrageous.

This child suddenly became very ambitious.

He's surprisingly ambitious, unlike the lazy son she usually knew.

Jiang Wanqing remained silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"Okay, you can go. Let me know you're safe as soon as you get to the capital."

"it is good."

"Also, don't waste money."

"Don't worry, I'm very frugal."

Jiang Wanqing sneered: "You said you were frugal last time, but then you bought three cases of soda."

Lin Yuan carefully corrected: "That's called wholesale, which reduces the cost per bottle."

"Be poor."

Jiang Wanqing paused, then added:

"I'll talk to your dad about this. Be careful on your way."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuan began packing his things.

He didn't bring much luggage.

A few changes of clothes.

ID card.

charger.

Electronic backup of the admission notice.

There's also a thin and light laptop.

As a health and wellness writer, I can bring fewer clothes.

You can't leave your computer behind.

After all, readers don't have to sleep.

The author has no choice but to update.

At least it can't be done openly without updates.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Lin Yuan went out carrying a backpack.

The summer sun in Xuncheng is quite intense; when it falls on the road, it looks like someone has brushed a layer of transparent hot pot broth onto the ground.

He took a taxi to the high-speed rail station.

Throughout the journey, the comment section on my phone remained lively.

"I've already set my alarm for 9 p.m.

"The Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament must begin today!"

"I hereby announce that tonight at 9 PM is the time for all fellow cultivators to undergo tribulation."

"If the author cuts off again, I'll shatter my heart into a QR code."

Lin Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

This year's readers are very creative.

Even insults involve a cultivation system.

1:50 PM.

Lin Yuan enters the station and has his ticket checked.

It's exactly 2 o'clock.

The high-speed train from Xuncheng to Beijing started on time.

The train slowly pulled out of the station, and the city skyline outside the window gradually receded into the distance.

Lin Yuan found his business class seat.

The business class seats on this train are double-person compartments with spacious interiors and a small table in the middle, so quiet it's like an escape pod specially prepared for people with social anxiety.

After Lin Yuan sat down, he put down his backpack and took out his notebook.

well.

Suitable for writing.

It's also suitable to pretend to be a young and promising business person.

The premise is that "Zhang Xiaofan standing by the ring" is not displayed on the screen.

Not long after, the door to the private room was gently pushed open.

A middle-aged woman walked in, wearing a light-colored suit, her hair tied up, her eyebrows and eyes sharp, and she looked capable and composed.

She glanced at the seat number and sat down opposite Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan nodded politely.

The woman nodded slightly.

Then, she took out her phone and began processing the messages.

Lin Yuan didn't look at it much, opened the document and continued typing.