I write novels in Liyue

He straightened up, feeling somewhat melancholy.

That's the downside of having big breasts...

"Ah, that feels so good..."

Fang Qiu rubbed his shoulders, and a wave of comfort washed over him, causing him to let out a couple of groans.

She had only massaged her twice when Sister Ying'er peeked out from the side.

"Good morning, Sister Ying'er."

Fang Qiu smiled and greeted him.

Good morning, Fang Qiu.

Sister Ying'er asked with a mischievous grin, "What were you doing just now? Why were you making such a lovely sound?"

"Nothing much? My shoulders were just a little sore, so I got a massage."

Fang Qiu looked completely bewildered.

"Oh, I see. I thought you were secretly doing something shady when I heard you calling out in such a sweet voice."

Ying'er looked mischievous.

"Something to hide? Of course not!"

Fang Qiu was taken aback at first, then realized what was happening, and immediately blushed and said.

"That's true. These kinds of things are usually done secretly when you're home alone, like in bed or in the bathtub. How could you make such a fuss if someone was home? Don't you think so, little sister?"

Sister Ying'er said with a smile in her eyes.

"That's right."

Fang Qiu nodded.

Then I realized something was wrong. What do you mean, "I said, right?"

It's as if she really is like that...

When she looked up, she saw Sister Ying'er looking at her with amusement.

Fang Qiu immediately realized she had fallen into a trap. She quickly grabbed the manuscript, packed it away, and ran outside as if fleeing.

"You haven't had breakfast yet!"

"I'll eat out."

Fang Qiu walked to the street, where the Lantern Festival was approaching. The streets were decorated with lanterns and were bustling with activity, as everyone looked forward to the annual festival.

Fang Qiu arrived at a noodle shop.

This noodle shop is across the street from where she first rented her apartment, and she hasn't been there for a long time.

After she sat down, she looked back and saw a girl with black hair and red eyes coming down from upstairs.

They were new faces she had never seen before.

It must be a new tenant.

Fang Qiu smiled and turned around to listen to the diners' gossip.

“A few days ago, I suddenly realized a very serious problem that made me doubt whether this world is actually a fiction.”

"What problem is so serious?"

"Let me ask you a question: Does a bigger fish have bigger bones?"

"Yes."

"So, the bigger the fish bones in a fish, the less meat there is."

"Logically speaking, that's correct."

"So, if there's less fish meat, does that mean the fish is smaller? Does that prove that the bigger the fish, the smaller it is?"

"what?"

The other person panicked and their brain shut down.

Fang Qiu couldn't help but laugh. She'd tell Hu Tao this joke next time.

She will definitely learn by analogy.

After finishing breakfast, she went to the publishing house.

As soon as I entered the publishing house office, I heard several authors discussing "Journey to the West".

Seeing that Bai Qing wasn't in the office, Fang Qiu wasn't in a hurry. She sat on a nearby sofa and listened to the discussion among several authors.

"Do you think Sun Wukong could defeat Nie Xiaoqian?"

When the topic of combat power came up, one of the authors suddenly asked a question.

Upon hearing the author's question, the previously heated discussion suddenly fell silent.

Then someone patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, you're not suited for writing. You should quit and find a job. Anyone with a normal brain knows that Nie Xiaoqian is unlikely to beat the Black and White Impermanence. What are the Black and White Impermanence? They're not even worthy of carrying Sun Wukong's shoes. How did you even ask that question?"

"Speaking of which, I've recently been working on a fan fiction book called 'Dark Journey to the West,' which will take all the darkness that Fang Qiu briefly mentioned in his book and write it all out."

"The classic novel 'Journey to the West' isn't even finished yet, what are you writing about? Aren't you afraid of being betrayed?"

"It's okay, just write a short story."

“That makes sense. I’ll write one myself later.”

People were discussing

One after another.

They were talking about all sorts of trivial matters.

However, Fang Qiu had just sat down and hadn't even figured out what was going on when Bai Qing came out of the editor-in-chief's office.

Fang Qiu quickly took the original manuscript and went to greet him.

"Good morning, Sister Bai."

Fang Qiu greeted him.

"Fang Qiu, good morning. I just happened to need to talk to you... Wait, what's this... is this the original manuscript?"

At first, Bai Qing was stunned when she saw Fang Qiu. She didn't understand why Fang Qiu had come to the publishing house at this time.

After all, only half a month has passed.

Fang Qiu can't possibly finish writing the next volume already, can he?

However, when she saw the original manuscript in Fang Qiu's arms, her eyes lit up.

"Ah."

Fang Qiu nodded, handed over the manuscript, and said, "The story of Journey to the West has come to an end."

"Finished writing?"

Bai Qing subconsciously took the manuscript, and was momentarily stunned as she felt the weight of the manuscript in the bag.

Chapter 663 The Story of Her Majesty the Queen and Tang Sanzang Continues

"Yes."

Fang Qiu smiled and nodded.

Upon hearing her words, the editors around her were stunned.

This thick stack of pages, heaven knows how many tens of thousands of words it contains.

Is that all?

It's only been half a month!

Is this even human?

Moreover, it would be one thing if Fang Qiu looked tired, but she looked so energetic, even better than them, as if she had slept for twelve hours. What's going on?

How did this guy manage to write so much content in just over half a month?

Bai Qing also hesitated to speak.

Although she really wanted to tell Fang Qiu that haste makes waste and that she shouldn't sacrifice quality for the sake of speed in publishing the book.

After all, Journey to the West has the potential to become a masterpiece like Romance of the Three Kingdoms, a work that will be remembered throughout history.

Although "Journey to the West" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" contain far fewer popular poems.

For example, "Though the Tortoise Lives Long," "Watching the Sea," "A Short Song," "Immortal by the River," and recently, the text that has driven many students to the brink of collapse—"Memorial to the Throne on the Eve of the Northern Expedition."

However, his writing style has improved.

Moreover, these days, "Journey to the West" has stirred up a storm in the Liyue literary world. Scholars of all ages are discussing "Journey to the West," and many scholars have even come to her to ask for her opinions on certain parts of the book.

There must have been some discussion before she was said to be Fang Qiu's editor.

Among them, her grandfather's group of scholar friends would come to visit every now and then.

A cup of tea, a cigarette, and you can sit there all day long.

Her vacation time was completely taken up.

Most importantly, she couldn't explain it either.

She would offer guidance or discuss other people's books, but she couldn't participate in the creation of someone like Fang Qiu at all.

Therefore, Fang Qiu's book is no less important than "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". If it is written too quickly and the quality declines, it would be a great loss.

Many books in the past started off excellently, but the authors sacrificed quantity for quantity, resulting in consistently low average sales. Eventually, the books fell apart, and the authors couldn't adjust their mindset for the second book, fading into obscurity.

But...she's Fang Qiu...how could anything happen to her...?

But then again, Fang Qiu always looked exhausted whenever she submitted her manuscripts before, but this time she seemed so energetic...

Could it be that you didn't put in much effort?

In that case...it's really hard to say about the quality...

"Okay, I'll take the manuscript. I'll contact you if there are any problems."