I write novels in Liyue

Fortunately, the house isn't too messy except for the desk, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Wait, a desk?

Fang Qiu glanced at the mangled manuscript on the table, along with the comic strip she had tried to draw, and her heart sank.

It wasn't that she was afraid of revealing the original manuscript; she trusted Hu Tao because they had such a good relationship.

Moreover, those original manuscripts were merely outlines she had prepared.

However, if Hu Tao saw that handwriting, her image would be completely ruined.

Chapter Seventeen Indirect Kiss

"It's nothing serious, I just came to see you. You have no idea, I went to Wanwen Bookstore today and a lot of people were buying your books. Even Gan Yu, the secretary from Yujingtai, bought a copy."

Hu Tao walked into the room with a smile. Since the room was not big, Hu Tao sat on Fang Qiu's bed.

"I see."

Fang Qiu nodded thoughtfully.

It seems the book is selling quite well.

However, looking at sales figures this way is not very intuitive; a large number of buyers at one time does not necessarily mean that the number of buyers will remain high.

It's very likely that when Hu Tao was buying books, she happened to run into fans of the original author who were also buying books to support her.

Therefore, the most accurate sales figures can only be obtained from the publisher.

That's why she didn't go out today to check how well her book was selling.

However, she thought Gan Yu was just being polite, but to her surprise, Gan Yu actually bought her book.

However, thinking about it this way, I realize that Gan Yu also deserves some credit for the sales of my book.

After all, there's the celebrity effect.

If a famous celebrity in a past life posted on Weibo that they were reading a certain book recently, that book would immediately see a surge in sales and become an instant bestseller.

As the chief secretary of the Seven Stars of Liyue, and with her stunning beauty, Gan Yu's influence in Liyue Harbor is no less than that of the so-called big stars in her previous life.

Although it's just a passing fad, I shouldn't have to worry about making a living next month.

I'll have to thank her properly next time I see her.

"Hehe, isn't it only right to support a friend?"

Hu Tao smiled and said, "Oh, by the way, do you have any water here? I'm a little thirsty after walking all this way."

"Yes, there is, but there's only one cup. If you don't mind..."

Fang Qiu said somewhat awkwardly.

"I do not mind."

"Hu Tao said."

There was no tea available, since we couldn't afford it.

So, Fang Qiu poured a cup of hot water from her own cup and handed it to Hu Tao.

Thanks.

Hu Tao smiled as she took the teacup and then drank most of it in one gulp.

Seeing that Hu Tao's thin red lips had left a faint mark on the glass, Fang Qiu was taken aback at first, and then a slight blush rose on her pretty face.

She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to wash the cup before pouring water for Hu Tao, and the spot where Hu Tao had just drunk water was the spot she usually drank from.

Moreover, she had just drunk it not long ago, and there was still her lipstick mark on it.

In other words, they essentially... kissed indirectly.

Just as she was lost in thought, Hu Tao, holding a water glass, casually said, "By the way, Fang Qiu, have you been having any troubles lately?"

"Something that makes you unhappy?"

Fang Qiu was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "No."

"That's good, then I'm relieved."

Hu Tao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "After reading your book, I thought you had encountered something unhappy recently, like a breakup or something."

"I see."

Fang Qiu was somewhat amused and exasperated, but soon felt a warmth in her heart and said, "Thank you for coming to care about me."

"It's normal for friends to care about each other, but if you're feeling down, you absolutely can't hide it from us."

As she spoke, Hu Tao picked up her water glass again and took another sip.

The location hasn't changed.

"Okay, don't worry, I'm doing well lately."

Fang Qiu smiled.

"In that case, to celebrate the great success of your new book, let's go to Wanmintang for a nice meal. It's on me."

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Master Hu."

"If you really want to thank me, then please promote the Temple of Rebirth in the World properly in your book!"

"Next time, definitely next time."

The two joked and laughed as they walked out the door.

After locking the door, Fang Qiu finally felt relieved.

Fortunately, Hu Tao didn't discover the original manuscript on her desk.

That's not her fault.

Not to mention that she always used a keyboard or mobile phone to type, and sometimes she wouldn't write a single word for months at a time.

Even when writing, they use fountain pens or ballpoint pens, which are completely different from calligraphy brushes.

In addition to the conflict of muscle memory, the handwriting looks like scribbles.

She glanced at Hu Tao; under the lamplight, Hu Tao's smiling face was incredibly charming.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"I can't believe it," Hu Tao asked, puzzled.

"It's alright, let's go quickly, and we'll invite Xiangling to eat together later."

Fang Qiu smiled.

The two walked toward the Wanmin Hall, chatting and laughing.

Night was gradually falling, and lights were rising over Liyue Harbor.

They were walking on the road.

Along the way, I encountered many novel enthusiasts, both men and women. They were all carrying several books and walking down the street, discussing nothing but her books.

"That damned Fang Qiu, don't let me run into him! Otherwise, I'll make sure he feels the iron fist of my Guhua Sect!"

"Stop cursing, stop cursing. That author clearly has a tragic past. We should sympathize with him."

"That's true, you can't write something like this without some tragic experiences..."

They were talking amongst themselves, making no attempt to hide their malice, which made Fang Qiu, who was not far away, instinctively cover his face.

Meanwhile, some of the fellow travelers who hadn't been able to buy the novels couldn't help but ask questions.

"Uh, is it really that exaggerated? I haven't bought the book yet. I was planning to come back tomorrow, but after hearing what you've said, I don't dare to buy it anymore."

"Ahem, bro, don't hesitate, just buy it. This book, in terms of both writing style and plot, is arguably the best novel I've read in the last ten years."

"Indeed, putting everything else aside, this novel is of excellent literary quality."

"They're right. After reading this book, I felt completely healed."

"Um, but that's not what you just said?"

"Hey, you didn't understand what we meant. We're saying that Fang Qiu has raised our awareness of novels, making it impossible for us to read those ordinary novels anymore, so we strongly condemn him."

"I just happened to buy a few extra books. You can borrow one to read for now. You can return it to me tomorrow after you buy your own."

Several people tried to persuade him.

Hearing their discussion, Fang Qiu almost burst out laughing.

Indeed, readers are just as lovely no matter which world they're in.

They relentlessly harm others, dragging them into the pit of depressing works.

Back then, this is how the innocent and kind-hearted girl was dragged into one depressing abyss after another.

However, despite their criticism, almost every one of them carried two or three of her books, presumably one for collection, one for introducing to others, and one for practical use.

It seems that readers are quite receptive to this type of novel.

After all, novels are inherently products of boundless imagination.

As long as it doesn't exceed the limits of the reader's imagination, further integration of the worldview and detailed introduction will make it easy for the reader to understand.

Chapter 18 Eating vegetarian noodles won't make you stronger.

Although Chihuyan is not as bustling as Feiyunpo, the roadside is still quite lively, and many children greet Hu Tao.

There were also storytellers by the roadside, holding folding fans, working late into the night by lamplight, their voices passionate and stirring.

"As mentioned in the last chapter, at that time, Liyue was plagued by a great demon in the sea and a vicious dragon in the mountains. The Rock King summoned all the immortals to restore a bright and clear world to the world."

As the words fell, the melodious sound of the erhu spread out, making the listeners at the table feel excited.

Fang Qiu and Hu Tao arrived at Wanmin Hall.

At this time, although Wanmintang was not exactly bustling with business, it still had quite a few customers.

Several large tables were occupied, creating a lively atmosphere.