My anime/manga fandom can't be that lazy.

At first, I was just thinking about writing novels... what kind of light novels to write, but as I kept thinking about it, I completely forgot about having a pen name.

A pen name is just a writer's signature, a code name. However, a popular light novel writer can influence countless people to do something simply by posting a sentence under that pen name. The impact is enormous.

"You... didn't even think of a pen name before writing light novels, did you...?"

Aki Tomoya squinted, and the way he looked at Dongfang Bai made him feel uncomfortable, even though what he said was true.

Think carefully... what pen name should I use?

Artistic? Domineering? Funny? Silly?

Damn it, he's obsessed with naming things. He'd be better off doing something else than naming people.

"...I've got it! Let's call it 'Yakumo Shiro', it sounds pretty good."

"Yakumo Shiro? I can understand if Shiro is your name, but what is Yakumo...?"

Aki Tomoya looked at Dongfang Bai with a blank expression. In fact, he had just come up with a pen name on a whim.

He directly took the surname of one of the most famous characters in the Touhou Project series, 'Yakumo Yukari', and combined it with his own name to create his pen name.

After all, it's Zi Ma... Sister Zi's surname is quite nice to hear, it's perfect to secretly use it.

"Well, I read it aloud and it sounds pretty good, so I'll go with this one."

A few minutes after Aki Tomoya took action, her Twitter account was finally resolved, and she and Aki Tomoya successfully followed each other's accounts.

When Tomoya handed him the phone, his Twitter account was different from the other newly registered accounts; it wasn't blank, but instead had many exquisite anime wallpapers displayed on the screen.

These were all done by Tomoya on his own, weren't they...?

Ok?

When Dongfang Bai looked at Lunye's Twitter account 'taki-kun', his pupils contracted slightly.

This guy... really has over 100,000 followers, he's a super popular blogger, and every time he posts a tweet recommending a light novel or game, a huge number of people are willing to read and appreciate it.

[P.S.: The main character is someone who transmigrated into a parallel world and inhabited their own body. Aki Tomoya's role is to advance the story in the early stages!]

Chapter Nineteen: The Frustrated Fumino Furuhashi [Seeking flowers and ratings!]

"Rinya, could you please recommend some light novels for me later?"

Dongfang Bai pointed to the phone screen and showed him the hundreds of thousands of followers. This was not like the zombie followers of Weibo stars and big bloggers in China, who easily had tens of millions of followers. In Japan, a few hundred thousand was already considered top-tier.

"I'm sorry, but if the quality is good, I would definitely recommend it without you even having to tell me. Even friends shouldn't go against their principles."

Aki Tomoya waved his hand, looking serious, but Dongfang Bai just smiled. Aki Tomoya's approach suited his taste perfectly. A principled blogger like him would never break his principles.

However, if you have excellent quality, the strength of his recommendation is beyond imagination. Dongfang Bai casually browsed Twitter and found that, thanks to Aki Tomoya's recommendation, "Love Metronome" had increased its sales by 30%.

"Don't worry, I don't necessarily need you to recommend something for me. I'll make a decision after I've looked at it."

Dongfang Bai's words finally put An Yilun at ease. On one hand, it was a matter of his own principles, and on the other hand, it was his 'like-minded' friend. It was a difficult choice.

Class time arrived quickly, and a bald, Mediterranean-looking man came in. He was in charge of teaching math, and as soon as he came in, he started writing problems on the blackboard and then began the lesson.

Class time is naturally very boring, especially for very difficult courses. Fumino Furuhashi could only hold on for ten minutes before collapsing onto the table.

A cute face was flattened on the table—no way! It couldn't understand a word!

Da da da da...

Just then, a crisp sound rang out—the sound of fingers rapidly tapping on the screen. Naturally, Fumino Furuhashi, who had already given up on math class, was drawn to the sound.

Beside him stood a black-haired boy, staring blankly at his waist, his hands covering a sleek smartphone, his long, slender fingers playing it as if he were composing a piano piece.

His expression remained unchanged, his entire focus was on the task at hand, his hands both under the table typing rapidly, leaving the blue-haired girl, Fumino Furuhashi, completely mesmerized.

"This person... is incredibly fast!"

Fumino Furuhashi was unaware that her gaze was fixed on Dongfang Bai beside her, while the teacher on the podium was watching her intently...

"Guqiao, please answer this question."

Whoosh!

"Eh...!?"

Before she could even react, the teacher called her name, and Fumino Furuhashi jumped up reflexively. She was now in a huge crisis!

What to do, what to do, what to do! I didn't listen to a word of the lecture... or rather, even if I had listened, I wouldn't have understood anything!

Ugh! Math is so hard!

"Teacher, I...I..."

Fumino Furuhashi was at a loss and very flustered. She couldn't possibly say that she was so engrossed in looking at the boy next to her that she hadn't been paying attention in class at all! How could she possibly say something so embarrassing?

"……Um?"

Fumino Furuhashi heard a tapping sound on the table. The black-haired boy next to her tapped the table lightly with his index finger knuckle. The paper had the number '233' written in large letters.

233? What does that mean? What is he doing...? I have absolutely no idea.

"233...?"

Fumino Furuhashi blurted it out without realizing it; she didn't even notice that she had said "233".

"That's right, it's 233, correct answer!"

The teacher on the stage was quite happy. He never expected that Fumino Furuhashi, who usually couldn't solve a very simple problem even after being taught it to death, would actually solve it in class for the first time!

"Huh?"

Fumino Furuhashi was standing in her seat looking bewildered when the teacher asked her to sit down. It took her a while to realize what was happening.

The boy next to me just now! His name is... Dongfang Bai, right? He was able to secretly pass me the answers! He was playing on his phone the whole time.

Fumino Furuhashi was certain that from the start of class until now, he hadn't even raised his head once! Moreover, his hands were typing rapidly and rhythmically, his attention completely off the blackboard.

How did he know the answer? Or... did he actually solve the problem just by glancing at the question? Is he a genius?

"Um, thank you..."

"Ah."

Without even looking up, his dark eyes remained fixed on his phone as he gave a casual reply.

This left Fumino Furuhashi somewhat frustrated and surprised. This was definitely not bragging... She was, after all, a very popular person at the school, right? Her shoe locker would get love letters every day.

Unlike others, he seemed to have no interest in her whatsoever, which dampened her confidence somewhat.

However, she quickly cheered herself up. Although she was a little curious about Dongfang Bai next to her, she decided to thank him properly after class, and maybe she could ask him a few math questions.

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Chapter Twenty: This can't be some kind of unscrupulous company, right? [Seeking flowers and ratings]

rustling...

The only sounds in the classroom were the tapping of water-based pens on paper and the soft rustling of pages turning. It was so quiet that even a whispered fart could be heard by the whole class.

Ding dong.

A crisp message notification rang out in the quiet classroom, like a bomb dropped into a calm sea. Everyone reflexively looked towards the source of the sound, their expressions showing surprise.

The female teacher on the podium, wearing red-rimmed glasses, slightly adjusted the frames on her nose, revealing a very displeased expression.

"Oh no..."

Dongfang Bai was a little embarrassed. He was so engrossed in writing his novel in the document that he seemed to have forgotten to put his phone on silent, so it would ring as soon as a message popped up.

"Ahem... Dongfang, please come up and answer this question."

The teacher on the stage coughed twice and tapped the blackboard with his finger. A practical application problem in chemistry was written on it.

"Hey? Teacher, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you...?"

"Yeah, that question was clearly the most difficult one, the one that most people couldn't answer."

The students below began to whisper among themselves, and every now and then, a few surprised and sympathetic glances would sweep over them.

Dongfang Bai sighed slightly, walked forward unhurriedly, took the teacher's chalk, glanced at the question and began to write quickly. He finished writing in less than a minute and then left the stage.

"……correct."

Although I really didn't want to admit it, this guy did do the right thing, and the teacher couldn't say anything.

"Let me see what the message is..."

I was just tricked by this thing that suddenly popped up, and it also interrupted my train of thought. It's really annoying.

[Surprisingly! Japan launches its first-ever personal rental service! Whether it's a lover, friend, or even family member, sibling, your wishes can be fulfilled by our elite team!]

Do you long for an older brother? Then call our customer service hotline now! We'll immediately dispatch a perfect 'older brother' to make your wish come true!

[Note: Urgently hiring, high salary.]

This advertisement is so suspicious, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely suspicious! And it's very abnormal!

What is "personal rental"? As the name suggests, it means renting out people to work, and this is a strange job where you can pretend to be someone else's brother, sister, friend, or lover.

"Who would go there? It's too suspicious."

Dongfang Bai couldn't help but mutter a complaint, but he was still very curious. He glanced at the job requirements and salary, his pupils contracted slightly, and even his pores began to open.

Simply by going out and posing as someone to accompany them, they can receive 90% of the hiring fee from the employer! The rest goes to the company as a brokerage fee!

Moreover, the hiring fee was quite high, which was completely unexpected. If calculated by time, it would cost 10,000 Japanese yen for two or three hours!

Ten thousand!!!

Converted to Chinese currency, that's about 600 yuan, which is a huge sum! Even after deducting the agency fee, you can still earn nearly 8,000 or 9,000 yuan, which is an extremely high wage.

"……Dry!"

I secretly wrote down the recruitment contact number and Line account, then pasted them into my notes before continuing to look at the job requirements.