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

7:20 a.m.

Room 602, Building 6, East Campus.

Lin Yuan woke up to the sound of camera shutters clicking.

Click.

Click.

Click.

He opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for two seconds, and then slowly turned his head.

Chen Mo stood by the bed, holding a DSLR camera with a lens longer than his face, the camera pointed directly at him.

Lin Yuan remained silent for a moment.

"Brother Mo."

"Um."

"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

Chen Mo glanced down at the camera screen and said calmly, "Record history."

"What history?"

"The old scoundrel of Mount Akina drools in his sleep."

Lin Yuan: "..."

A burst of laughter suddenly came from the bed near the door.

Hahahaha!

Zhou Zixuan poked his head out from under the covers, his hair a mess as if he'd been struck by lightning, holding up his phone: "Send it to me! Brother Mo, send me the original picture! This thing will definitely be worth a fortune in the future!"

Lin Yuan sat up and wiped his mouth.

No.

well.

I almost got tricked out by Chen Mo.

"Infringement of portrait rights." Lin Yuan said expressionlessly, "Five million, cash or bank transfer?"

Chen Mo silently put away his camera.

"Deleted."

"No way!" Zhou Zixuan exclaimed anxiously, "I don't have five million, but I can still come up with five yuan. Brother Yuan, for the sake of our roommate relationship, give me a discount."

"Can."

Lin Yuan extended his hand.

Zhou Zixuan was taken aback: "Really five yuan?"

"Five dollars for the photos, and four million nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-five dollars for hush money."

"..."

Zhou Zixuan tossed his phone onto the bed.

"Forget it, our roommate relationship isn't worth that much."

Suddenly, a round head popped out from the upper bunk.

Qian Zhuangzhuang, with his hair a mess and eyes not fully open, asked, "What are you guys talking about so early in the morning? Five million?"

"Brother Yuan is planning to monetize his sleeping photos," Zhou Zixuan said casually.

Qian Zhuangzhuang was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Lin Yuan seriously: "Can I become a shareholder?"

"How much do you want to invest?"

"Fifty."

"Ten thousand?"

"Fifty dollars."

Lin Yuan: "..."

Qian Zhuangzhuang added, "This is my breakfast money for today; the risk is already very high."

"roll."

The dormitory was silent for two seconds.

Then everyone burst into laughter again.

The students in room 602, who had almost lost sleep because of a shocking secret, are still in their usual good spirits today.

Heartless.

But it's very healthy.

Zhou Zixuan finished laughing and picked up his phone again.

next second.

His expression gradually froze.

"Brother Yuan."

"What's wrong now?"

"You've monopolized the trending topics."

Lin Yuan was getting dressed and didn't even look up when he heard this: "It's normal. The daily lives of top celebrities are always so simple and unpretentious."

"no."

Zhou Zixuan turned his phone screen around, his tone complex: "See for yourself."

It's the number one trending topic.

#Lin Yuan Admits to Being the Old Scoundrel of Mount Akina#

It ranked second on the trending searches.

#Lin Yuan wrote Zhu Xian at the age of eighteen#

It ranked third on the trending searches.

#The old scoundrel on Mount Akina is actually Lin Yuan#

It ranked fourth on the trending searches.

#How many other identities does Lin Yuan have?#

It ranked fifth on the trending searches.

#EntertainmentIndustryMicroscopePredictionSuccessfullyRealized#

It ranked sixth on the trending searches.

#The book reviewer has fallen silent#

Scrolling down from the top ten, seven of them are related to him.

The remaining three are: a celebrity announcing their relationship, a TV series airing its finale, and a well-known director posting a message in the early hours of the morning questioning his existence.

Lin Yuan glanced at it twice.

"good."

Zhou Zixuan's eyes widened: "Not bad?"

"What's wrong?"

"You're famous now!" Zhou Zixuan sat up in bed, his emotions gradually becoming agitated.

"I know."

"You wrote 'Zhu Xian' when you were eighteen!"

"Your age is on your ID card."

"The entire internet is in an uproar!"

"The network signal is pretty good."

Zhou Zixuan moved his lips for a long time, but couldn't find the next sentence.

In the end, all he could do was clutch his chest.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"I suddenly feel very tired of communicating with this person."

Chen Mo nodded: "You'll get used to it."

Qian Zhuangzhuang picked up his phone and scrolled through it a couple of times, then suddenly exclaimed, "Brother Yuan, has your book gone up in price?"

Lin Yuan was taken aback: "What price increase?"

"Someone is looking to buy a signed copy of the first edition of 'Zhu Xian' on a second-hand platform, asking for 30,000 yuan per copy."

The air became quiet.

Zhou Zixuan slowly turned his head: "Thirty thousand?"

"Um."

"Just one book?"

"Um."

Without saying a word, Zhou Zixuan got out of bed and began frantically rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

Lin Yuan glanced at him: "What are you looking for?"

"Zhu Xian!"

When did you buy it?

Zhou Zixuan froze.

"I……"

He tried hard to recall for a long time.

He finally sat down on the ground, his face deathly pale.

"I didn't like physical books taking up too much space, so I read the electronic version."

Chen Mo said calmly, "Congratulations."

"What's the congratulations for?"

"Successfully missed out on 30,000."

Zhou Zixuan looked up at the ceiling, his eyes devoid of light.

"I hate e-reading."

Qian Zhuangzhuang patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "It's okay, the digital version is fine too."

"Where is it good?"

"The money saved from books can be used to buy soup dumplings."

Zhou Zixuan slowly turned his head.

"Zhuangzhuang".

"Um?"

"People can actually laugh when they're extremely speechless."

Qian Zhuangzhuang thought for a moment: "Then give me a smile?"

"roll!"

……

7:45.

The four of them went downstairs.

Lin Yuan put on a black baseball cap and then took out a mask from the cabinet and put it on.

Zhou Zixuan stood to the side and observed for a long time.

"Brother Yuan."

"Um?"

"You're acting like you're about to scout out a bank."

"What do you know?" Lin Yuan lowered the brim of his hat. "This is called the standard outfit for celebrities out and about."

"Didn't you used to say you made a living off your looks, that you were naturally blessed with a beautiful face?"

"Things are different now," Lin Yuan sighed. "Before, we only had to guard against girls, but now we also have to guard against male fans."

Zhou Zixuan imagined that scene.

A group of burly readers of "Zhu Xian" chased after Lin Yuan, brandishing razor blades and shouting, "Give me back Bi Yao!"

He shivered.

"Keep it on, it's fine."

The four walked out of the dormitory building.

As soon as I stepped off the stairs, the once noisy square suddenly fell silent for a moment.

A boy carrying breakfast stopped in his tracks.

A girl riding a bicycle forgot to pedal, and the bike wobbled and almost crashed into a trash can on the side of the road.

Some people raised their phones, but as soon as the camera pointed at them, they quietly put them down as if they felt it was impolite.

Lin Yuan paused in his steps.

Zhou Zixuan lowered his voice: "I think I recognize him."

"I'm wearing a mask."

Even with half your face covered, you're still very recognizable.

"no way."

Lin Yuan sighed.

"Outstanding people are like fireflies in the dark night; even if they hide in a crowd, their brilliance cannot be concealed."

Zhou Zixuan: "..."

Chen Mo raised his camera.

Click.

"I've written this down," he said.

"For a graduation documentary?"

"I'll compile my embarrassing past later."

Lin Yuan glanced at him: "Brother Mo, you've changed."

Chen Mo said calmly, "One who stays near ink gets stained black."

"Who is Mo?"

Chen Mo did not answer.

But their gazes said it all.

The four people walked through the dormitory area.

Along the way, the rate of people turning their heads to look at them was almost 100%.

"Is it really Lin Yuan?"

"So that old bastard from Mount Akina is really at our school?"

"Of course, he admitted it himself yesterday!"

"I want to go over and get an autograph."

"Go ahead."

"I dare not."

Why?

"I was cursing him as an old scoundrel in the comments last night, and he was using a real photo as his profile picture..."

The boy silently shrank back into the crowd.

Lin Yuan's lips twitched as he listened.

good news.

The reader recognized him.

bad news.

Readers may indeed want to see him in person.

The situation became even more apparent when they arrived at the cafeteria entrance.

The students who were originally queuing to buy breakfast all turned their attention to this place.

The line was silent for two seconds.

The cafeteria lady peeked out from the window and stared at Lin Yuan for a long time.

"classmate."

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

"Are you that director on TV?"

"It should be."

"Is he the one who writes books online?"

"Too."

The aunt's eyes lit up, and she grabbed the clips and stuffed two more buns into the bag.

"My daughter especially loves your novel 'Dragon Raja,' so I'm giving you these two."

Lin Yuan looked down at the bag.

"Auntie, isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that?" The aunt waved her hand. "Write more, don't keep stopping updating."

Lin Yuan: "..."

Zhou Zixuan behind him suddenly lowered his head, his shoulders shaking violently.

Qian Zhuangzhuang looked on with envy: "Brother Yuan, does being famous mean you get two more steamed buns?"

"See that?" Lin Yuan shook the breakfast bag. "This is how knowledge changes destiny."

Qian Zhuangzhuang seemed to be deep in thought.

"Is it too late for me to start writing a novel now?"

"Write what?"

"My Untold Story with Soup Dumplings"

"The subject matter is good."

Lin Yuan commented seriously: "I suggest submitting your work to the food category, not romance novels."

……