Unscientific Love

"I don't lie."

"Okay, let's be together at this time tomorrow too. You know, senior, when two people are together, it's initially a test, but they gradually become bolder. However, when we're together tomorrow, we can't still be in the library."

"Where do you want to go?"

"My senior's house."

Ao Ye's eyes darted around. He had originally planned to go to a hotel, but then he suddenly realized that he knew almost nothing about his senior's family. All he knew was that she had a strict mother, who, according to her, was a beautiful mother, but Ao Ye had never met her.

He wanted to learn more about his senior.

"No, Mom and my sister will be there tomorrow."

"Ha, senior, you admit that the twins are your sisters. So you're the older sister after all!"

As if he had discovered a new continent, Ao Ye suddenly broke into a wide smile.

"court death!"

As she said this, the senior student, wearing black stockings, lifted her left foot and slammed it down hard on her thigh.

Wherever his gaze fell, Ao Ye saw the senior's hazy, girlish toes, which were in an extremely relaxed state. There was neither shy tension nor embarrassment; she was just boldly stepping on them, and he could feel the flesh on the brat's leg rolling in a perfect arc.

Human flesh and blood are thus vividly hidden within the skin.

Thinking about being human always feels strange.

Why hide it?

I lowered my head and patiently typed in the computer password while looking at the tablet, and then I opened my senior's computer.

What comes into view is a tranquil world of anime.

A spacious and bright wooden house, with a clear view of a babbling brook and lush bushes through the diamond-shaped openwork windows, makes it seem like a forest or a mountain stream.

Ao Ye pondered.

The senior's coldness sometimes gives people the feeling that she is integrated into the mountains and rivers, possessing both the tranquility of mountain springs and the poetic romance of autumn.

"Senior, aren't you going to tell the juniors about your story with your twin sister?"

At that time, Ao Ye had already turned on his computer and logged into the author's backend.

He first looked at the recent data, then at his average daily subscriptions, and sighed. The collection was not bad, and the average daily subscriptions were better than expected without any major recommendations. Although he hadn't made any money writing this book, it had given him a lot of confidence.

But Lin Yan'er seemed not to hear, lowered her head, took the tablet from in front of Ao Ye, opened the drawing software, and began to twirl the electronic pen in her hand. She rested her chin on her hand and stared intently at herself with her beautiful eyes, as if she was conceiving a plan.

Ao Ye met her sharp gaze, only to find that her world was so vibrant, like a street filled with cherry blossoms in an anime, beautiful and romantic.

"Senior is getting into creative mode..."

Ao Ye thought to himself.

Even though there was such a sexy and elegant beauty sitting in front of me.

Every time you look at her, you feel like you're falling for her. You might even want to kiss, hug, be intimate with, or do something shameful with such a beauty.

But the two had agreed beforehand to do their own things, and as the senior student put it, their bodies were the reward for their hard work.

If you keep delaying finishing your new book and getting it signed and approved by an editor, then you don't deserve it.

With that thought in mind, Ao Ye shrugged and quickly immersed himself in his writing process.

I would occasionally receive "supervision" from my senior classmates.

But Ao Ye, who had already gone through three rounds of editing and review, knew that creating a groundbreaking new book was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Firstly, there's the time factor. Editors are very busy, and they only review books about once a week. Even though I've abandoned all pretense of politeness and repeatedly urged them, it's mostly to no avail. Secondly, you have a genre you want to write about, but it's a field you haven't tried before, and you worry about repeating past mistakes. However, after observing several authors who achieved great success with a single book, the basic approach is to start a similar book after building up a foundation in the previous one. This serves two purposes: to make up for the shortcomings of the previous book and to write a compelling opening.

Because the previous book had already covered the pitfalls, this book was able to quickly discard the dross and absorb the essence, hence its great success.

Realizing this, Ao Ye quickly began to re-examine the original book.

Actually, the grades are quite good.

It's just that there aren't many readers.

The main storyline is lacking, the system rewards aren't satisfying enough, and the career path is somewhat weak.

These are the key areas that need to be optimized.

The remaining task is to find a compelling opening.

Throughout the evening, Ao Ye wrote the outline, character designs, plot lines, and 6000 words of the main text for his new book. The beginning described a woman of extreme beauty who was extremely infatuated and unable to extricate herself.

I'm afraid most men wouldn't be able to handle it.

During this time, Ao Ye looked up and glanced at his senior, only to find that she was also engrossed in her painting.

The two stayed from 5 p.m. until 9 p.m.

They completed their tasks with complete focus and meticulousness.

When Ao Ye stopped typing, the senior student pulled her black-stockinged legs away, gracefully tiptoeing and putting them into her black high heels.

Unlike Ao Ye, who was swaying his toes with a hint of satisfaction, Lin Yan'er, after putting on her high heels, remained exactly as she had been before, exuding composure and tranquility. She then stood up, straightened her miniskirt, placed her hands on the table, and looked down at the boy in front of her with a condescending gaze: "Finished writing?"

"Ah."

"Let me see?"

He seemed about to get angry, but suddenly a smile appeared on his lips.

"No."

"I'm afraid of the light."

"Not at all."

"The writing is quite explicit?"

"Just right."

"Is the female lead beautiful?"

"Of course she's beautiful, and she idolizes the male lead; the two go on dates once a week."

"Making love in a girl's room where she lives alone."

Ao Ye had just finished writing, his face still flushed, his thoughts seemingly still immersed in the plot he had just finished writing.

Chapter 408 My Queen

"Writing something this impressive?"

Originally, Lin Yan'er thought to respect her junior's privacy. If he felt ashamed to write it down, then she would wait for him to publish the book before reading it. There was no rush.

However, she actually quite wanted to see the boy's shy expression after he finished writing.

His shyness always brought Lin Yan'er joy.

Although, I also like his roguish moments.

But as everyone knows, a single liking is not enough to make a woman, especially a beautiful one, particularly fall in love.

"Fortunately, it's my fault for not reading enough in the past, so I held back a bit when I wrote."

So you've decided to let go of yourself?

"It's both yes and no. It's just that we've found a reasonable and real existence, but it would be best if it also had some positive aspects."

"You're quite contradictory."

"Yes, writing books is a profession that survives in the cracks. But I know that the theme needs to be correct, you need to truthfully reflect what you see and think, but you can't be complacent, you need to pave a path for innovation, but you also need to be careful of the guillotine."

What do you want to say?

Lin Yan'er seemed unwilling to listen to Ao Ye's mysterious explanation any longer.

She had already stepped down from her high stool, her high heels making a discordant clattering sound against the blue brick floor. As soon as Ao Ye turned his head, his senior's beautiful legs, hidden beneath her mini-skirt, were revealed to him.

She wore a tight white top, and even though she was slightly bent over to catch a glimpse of the scene Ao Ye had just written, her back remained straight and she exuded elegance. The fragrance emanating from her neck or ears made it always pleasant for Ao Ye to be with Lin Yan'er.

"You need to write in your own style."

"The first book is one of the three books in the 'Romance Trilogy'."

Ao Ye was thinking about the previous book he had written.

"Good idea, but you've successfully caught my attention. If you don't tell your senior what you just said, hmph, I'm leaving right now."

Where are you going?

"Don't tell you."

"Actually, you didn't want to leave either, right? We've been angry for so long, and I just came back from abroad. You're still angry. You must miss me too."

Shut down the computer.

Ao Yefei was not intentionally keeping everyone in suspense.

However, he quickly turned on his computer again, entered a password that was somewhat complicated for him, quickly saved the contents of the document, sent it to his WeChat account, and then quickly deleted it.

Seeing this, Lin Yan'er seemed annoyed and kicked Ao Ye's leg directly with the 5cm pointed gold high heel.

"pain!"

Ao Ye cried out in pain.

"Tch, no one has ever treated me like this before."

After saying that, Lin Yan'er packed her things and turned to leave.

Ao Ye quickly said, "Senior, you know that good novels naturally need to be revised carefully. I just finished writing the first draft, and although I feel it's good and I'm quite immersed in it, it needs to be reviewed by an editor who thinks it's acceptable before it can be further refined and published."

"Isn't that editor a human being?"

"Yes, but the editors are special."

"Oh, then I'm not special."

"special."

"You won't let me see what's special?"

"Hey? Senior, did you just draw this?"