I write novels in Liyue

"OK then."

Bai Qing smiled and didn't force them to look at the original manuscript.

They will naturally see it when the book is published.

"By the way, did you see that guest elder from the Hall of Rebirth when you went to see the opera?"

"Don't even mention it. Mr. Zhongli was completely focused on the opera the whole time and didn't even glance at us."

"However, on the other hand, Mr. Zhongli really has a profound feeling. Sometimes I think that Prince Yan must be just like him."

"Look at you, so infatuated. Today you dare to compare Mr. Zhongli to the Rock King Emperor. Who knows what you'll dare to do tomorrow? Don't embarrass yourself in front of the younger generation."

"To be fair, but these days authors are so disappointing. Why don't they write a book based on Mr. Zhongli?"

Chapter Seven: Sleeping to Save Your Life

Night deepened.

"The importance of the keyboard..."

Looking at the manuscript filled with crooked and messy handwriting, Fang Qiu sighed softly.

If I were using a keyboard, I would have already written nearly 10,000 words, more than doubling the efficiency, and the handwriting would be unreadable...

Okay, let's rest for a while first.

"Well."

Fang Qiu got up, stretched, and felt the relief in his body. He let out a hearty sigh.

She got up and walked to the window, looking at the scenery outside.

I may be a bit poor, but at least the rented apartment has a sea view.

The night view is so beautiful.

A gentle breeze caressed the waves, and the waves reflected the moonlight.

With this view and location, in my previous life, it would have been worth at least a thousand a night.

Ok……

Actually, she had never been there in her previous life, and she wasn't sure about the exact price.

But the prices should be about the same.

"It's so cold."

After enjoying the sea view for a while, Fang Qiu felt a chill from the sea breeze.

Fang Qiu couldn't help but sigh softly.

At that moment, she thought to herself, "If only I had a fire-type God's Eye, I could at least warm myself up."

Thinking this, she looked at the Eye of God at her waist.

Ok?

Fang Qiu was taken aback.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like her Divine Eye had gotten a little stronger.

Although the degree of this increase in strength is almost negligible and completely imperceptible to the naked eye.

But as the owner of this Eye of God, she could clearly feel that her power was slightly stronger than before.

"What exactly is going on?"

Fang Qiu frowned, pondered for a long time, and then came to a general conclusion.

Her divine eye power may be related to the novel.

After all, she has only done a few things since she transmigrated.

I went to Wanmintang with Hu Tao and ate the meal Xiangling cooked. I wrote a novel and went for a run to the editorial office.

Surely it's not like eating and running can enhance the power of the Eye of God?

However, the specifics of what happened remain to be verified.

Fang Qiu glanced at the original manuscript on the table, fell into deep thought, and finally gritted her teeth, washed up, and lay down on the bed.

We can't hold on any longer.

If she continues like this, her frail body won't be able to withstand it.

Sleeping is the only way to survive.

……

Before you know it, a week has passed.

Inside the office of Liyue Publishing House.

Bai Qing put down the manuscript in her hand, turned her gaze to the window, and sighed softly.

The sun shines brightly outside the window.

The glass lilies in the meadow swayed lazily in the breeze.

"I wonder how Fang Qiu's writing is going."

Bai Qing frowned slightly.

Ever since reading Fang Qiu's novel, she has found other novels, even bestsellers, rather unappealing.

I clearly informed Fang Qiu that her manuscript had been approved the very next day, and I look forward to her future works.

It's been a week, and Fang Qiu still hasn't made a move.

Melancholy.

Besides, today is the day to pay royalties.

Isn't she in a hurry?

Just as she was considering whether to visit Fang Qiu to see if she was experiencing any writing difficulties, there was a knock on the office door.

A white-haired woman stood quietly at the doorway, as fragile as a glass lily outside the window.

"It's Fang Qiu."

The editors present all recognized Fang Qiu.

After all, she's a well-known "pretty face" author.

However, her appearance is indeed too beautiful.

However, just as they were marveling at Fang Qiu's beauty, they suddenly noticed that Fang Qiu was holding a thick stack of manuscripts in her arms.

hiss……

Many editors gasped in shock.

Today's manuscript is unusually thick...

They had all read Fang Qiu's novels, and it could be said that apart from her beautiful handwriting, she had no other merits.

Reading through such a thick stack of original manuscripts was pure torture!

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but cast sympathetic glances at Bai Qing. Such a thick stack of manuscripts—it would probably take two or three days to correct all the typos and grammatical errors...

Thinking of this, besides feeling sorry for Bai Qing, this junior, they couldn't help but feel a little fortunate.

Fortunately, they weren't in charge of Fang Qiu and Xing Qiu, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to attend the class.

Just when they thought Bai Qing's expression would be very bad, Bai Qing's eyes lit up, especially when she saw the thick stack of manuscripts that Fang Qiu was holding.

"Good afternoon, Miss Fang Qiu."

Bai Qing immediately stood up and went to greet him.

"Good afternoon, Editor Bai Qing."

Fang Qiu smiled faintly and took a small step back.

"Is this your original manuscript?"

Bai Qing ignored Fang Qiu's half-step back and went straight to the point.

"Yes, the rest of the original manuscript is here."

Fang Qiu nodded and said.

"Yes, I'll finish reading it as soon as possible. Let's meet tomorrow to discuss the specifics of this book."

Bai Qing took the manuscript and said.

"no problem."

Fang Qiu nodded.

She doesn't write long serialized novels, so she finishes writing them first, then has them reviewed by an editor, and only then does she discuss the royalties.

After chatting for a while, they decided to meet at He Yu Tea House.

"Um, Miss Fang Qiu, is there anything else you need?"

After agreeing on the meeting place, Fang Qiu was still standing there somewhat awkwardly, so Bai Qing couldn't help but ask.

"Um... Editor Bai Qing, about my payment for last month's article..."

Fang Qiu said somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh, oh, oh, look at my memory, I almost forgot."

As she spoke, Bai Qing hurriedly walked back to her desk, took out a bag of Mora from the drawer, handed it to Fang Qiu, and said, "I've taken out the Mora for you. There are two thousand Mora in total. Please count them."

"Thank you, Editor Bai Qing. You're busy now, so I won't bother you any longer."

Fang Qiu accepted Mora's gift with a polite smile, then quickly left the office.

Chapter Eight: April is coming to an end.