I write novels in Liyue

Just to be safe, she also conjured several ice swords and checked the entire house, including behind the kitchen door, in the wardrobe, and under the bed.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong, Fang Qiu dispelled the ice sword and lay down on the bed, completely exhausted.

"Phew, this is utterly an undeserved disaster."

Fang Qiu let out a long breath and stared quietly at the ceiling.

She finally understood why the protagonist in the TV series "The Visible Girl" that she had read in her past life was so terrified of her own child...

In that situation, if she had turned on the light and found someone sitting in the room, she probably would have been scared out of her wits...

That would be so embarrassing.

This is the trouble of living alone...

Fang Qiu sighed softly; in just that short moment, her forehead was covered in cold sweat.

She had intended to get up and open the window to let in some fresh air, but then she remembered the novel she had written in her previous life.

The female protagonist opened the window and saw a ghostly head with its neck bitten off floating outside.

Thinking of this, Fang Qiu silently sat back down.

I'm not turning off the lights tonight.

I'll go to the public bathhouse for a bath tomorrow.

…………

……

P.S.: I didn't sleep while drawing Shenhe, but I messed up the Qin, and I maxed it out with 160 draws...

My mind went completely blank.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Junior Sister, Be Gentle, It Hurts Me

The next day, early morning.

Liyue Harbor.

"call."

Fang Qiu forced her eyes open, propped herself up with her slender arms, and sat up in bed.

Seeing the sunlight streaming in through the cracks in the window, Fang Qiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, and his face was full of lingering fear.

Finally, dawn broke.

That night was so hard to get through; as soon as I closed my eyes, all I could hear in my head was the sound of "thump thump thump".

Finally, unable to resist the urge to sleep any longer, I fell into a deep sleep.

"Get up and start writing..."

Fang Qiu sighed softly, walked to the window, and opened it.

The warm sunshine shone on her, and the gentle sea breeze blew by. Fang Qiu smiled faintly, and after washing up, she returned to the table and gently sat on the bouncy bomb.

The soft, bouncy bomb plush toy immediately enveloped Fang Qiu's delicate waist and hips.

"Next time I see Miss Gan Yu, I'll recommend this bouncy bomb to her. At least when she's tired, she can sit inside and take a nap with a blanket. It's better than sleeping on the table."

Fang Qiu smiled, picked up the manuscript on the table and glanced at the contents.

Ok……

The plot is almost at the end of the first volume, and we should be able to wrap things up soon.

I think we'll be able to publish the book then.

But the words came back again.

I wonder if Hokuto-nee has arrived in Inazuma yet...

Is my book popular in Inazuma?

Although she believed her book was of good quality, just as one cannot generalize about the physical constitution of different people.

Inazuma and Liyue cannot be generalized.

Just like Xingqiu's books, nobody reads them in Liyue, but once they reach Inazuma, they are immediately hailed as literary classics.

Will my book become a hit in Inazuma?

Fang Qiu glanced at the Eye of God emanating a faint light from his waist, then turned his gaze toward the other side of the sea.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the sea.

Rice wife.

Yaedo Editorial Department.

"I'm so tired. I've been working overtime for several days in a row, and I still have to go to work this early today... I can't take this anymore..."

Editor Amao slumped over his desk, staring at the mountain of data reports in front of him, looking utterly dejected.

"Hurry up and organize the data, the Divine Child wants to personally review the detailed sales data for this period..."

Editor Kuroda also looked exhausted.

These past few days, I've been working overtime until the early hours of the morning every day.

Although wages have been rising, fatigue levels have been soaring.

Yesterday, as soon as he got home from get off work, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep immediately. When he woke up, it was already time for him to go back to work.

My life revolves around the editorial office and home.

"Stop complaining, just get to work. Once you get through these few days, you can enjoy your vacation, and you'll also get a substantial bonus."

Sitting not far away, Editor Huanggu picked up his teacup, took a sip of bitter tea, and said.

"understood."

Kuroda and Amao responded listlessly, and took out the reports submitted by the various branches yesterday. They were going to compile yesterday's sales data.

"Speaking of which, which book do you think will be in the top three of this week's sales chart?"

Kuroda suddenly asked.

"The first place must be Teacher Zhenyu's 'The Record of Picking Up the Sword in Autumn'."

Amao said.

"What you said is as good as saying nothing. The most controversial ones are definitely second and third place."

Kuroda rolled his eyes at Amao and said.

"That's true, but there's still a lot of controversy about second and third place. I'm more optimistic about second place for 'The Senior Brother of the Ancient Hua School,' which you're in charge of, Kuroda. As for third place, I'm more optimistic about 'Junior Sister, Be Gentle, Senior Sister Hurts,' since this book's first-day data is second only to the first two."

Amao coughed and said.

"I remember that book, 'Junior Sister, Be Gentle, Senior Sister Hurts,' was about love between women, right? I took a look the other day, and it had a lot of suggestive content. Sure enough, this type of book is very popular."

Kuroda recalled for a moment, then said with a sigh.

"You can't go far by skirting the edge of the law. Once readers get tired of it, they'll abandon the book."

Huang Gu interjected, his eyes full of disdain.

"Although it won't go far, it will go fast. As long as it ends in time, it can leave a good reputation."

Feeling the disdainful gaze of the desolate valley, Amao coughed, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

After all, he was in charge of that book...

The book tells the story of Zi Ling, the senior sister of the Gu Hua School, and Li Qiu Yao, the junior sister.

"What does Miss Araya think?"

Kuroda asked.

"I have no objection to the first two books that A-Mao mentioned, after all, the quality is indeed very high. As for the third place, I originally thought it was a book called 'Your Lie in April'. However, although the book is of high quality, the title is not very catchy and the author is not well-known in Inazuma, so the first day's performance was not ideal, ranking outside the top few dozen. Although yesterday's sales figures have not yet been tallied, it will at most be the same as the first day, basically out of the running for the top sellers."

Huang Gu sighed and said.

"Huh? 'Your Lie in April', the title is really not catchy, and I have no desire to buy it just by hearing it."

Kuroda shook his head and said.

"Is this the new book you're in charge of, Araya?"

Amao looked puzzled and asked.

"No, she's a popular new author in Liyue. However, I was responsible for the second proofreading of her books. There are two books in total, one is called 'Your Lie in April' and the other is called 'Eternal Ship'. I read them while proofreading, and the quality of both books is incredibly high. Whether it's the pacing, the plot structure, or the writing style, they are all impeccable. In my opinion, their quality is even comparable to that of Teacher Zhenyu."

Huang Gu said with a serious expression.

Upon hearing Huang Gu's words, everyone present was taken aback.

Can the quality of this book compare to that of Teacher Zhenyu?

This……

Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?

Zhenyu is a legendary figure in the literary world, how can a new author from Liyue be compared to her?

But since Huang Gu spoke with such certainty, they didn't say much and had to hastily end the conversation.

During his work, Kuroda flipped through the reports compiled yesterday and found the first-day sales figures for "Your Lie in April".

Three hundred copies.

This……

Isn't that a bit too low?

Books like this will at most only sell half of their first-day sales by the second day.

At Yaedo Academy, this result wasn't even considered average...

Just as he shook his head, put the report back in its place, he then opened the sales reports of each store from yesterday.