I write novels in Liyue

As dusk fell, the sea was dyed a deep orange-red.

On the boundless sea, the Death Star led the way, guiding the Southern Cross fleet forward, braving the wind and waves.

Kaedehara Manyo sat on the mast, his hair fluttering wildly in the wind. He looked at the setting sun in the distance, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if he were thinking.

After thinking silently for a long time, he murmured to himself, "..."

"A new moon shines in the east, and the setting sun shines in the west."

Just as he was about to continue reciting poetry, his thoughts were interrupted by the noise coming from the deck.

"The wind is so strong today. It looks like we'll be able to get back to Liyue by tomorrow night, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Did you read too many ghost stories and mess it up? You've been on the ship for so long, how come you're still acting like a newbie? This wind isn't going to last until tomorrow night, it's not going to be that fast."

"Well, now that you mention it, it seems so. I can't help it. After being at sea for so many days, I'm craving something that runs on land, like having roast suckling pig at Wanmintang. Also, Miss Fang Qiu's new novel should be released soon, right? I really want to read it. And after reading so many ghost stories on the ship, I really want to bring the ghost story novel that Brother Thomas gave to Miss Fang Qiu as soon as possible. I want to read the ghost stories written by Miss Fang Qiu."

"Now that you mention it, I'm starting to look forward to it too. I got pretty scared yesterday when I was reading some ghost stories."

"Oh? It scared you? It must be really scary. What story is it?"

"It tells the story of a knocking ghost. The protagonist is a writer who lives in a rented room. Every night, he would hear knocking on the door. But every time he asked who it was, no one answered. He found it strange and didn't open the door. But every night, there would be knocking on the door. One day, the writer couldn't stand it anymore. He took a knife he had bought and opened the door to see who was playing a prank. But there was no one outside. Just as he was looking at the door with a puzzled expression and closed the door to continue working late into the night, he turned around and saw a bloody and mangled face."

"It doesn't sound that scary, does it?"

"It wasn't that scary, but yesterday when I saw the really scary part, I don't know which bastard knocked on my door. When I got up to open the door, I found that there was no one outside. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat."

"Um, yesterday I was planning to go find Zhang San's room, but after knocking twice I realized it was yours, so I left."

"So it was you, kid! You kept me up all night. This won't be over until you get five hundred Mora."

"Five hundred moras? Why don't you just rob someone? You'd only get five moras at most."

"Deal, give it to Mora, quick."

"You want five mora too?"

Several sailors, having nothing to do, were leaning on the ship's railing, chatting happily and loudly.

At the bow of the boat, Xin Yan was intently tuning the guitar strings.

"It's not bad on its own, but compared to Fang Qiu's book, the difference is quite significant."

Beidou, on the other hand, sat to the side, tossing aside a book of ghost stories.

"That's true."

Xin Yan nodded and said, "I was thinking, should I talk to Miss Fang Qiu and ask her to write a book about rock and roll? That way, I won't be eliminated in the first round of the music competition."

"Haha, you still care about this?"

Beidou smiled and said.

"Sister Beidou, you're still laughing? I was really hurt by being eliminated in the first round of the 'Your Lie in April' concert."

Xin Yan sighed and said.

"There's nothing we can do about it. People said the theme was April, referring to the book 'Your Lie in April,' but you misunderstood it as the month of April."

Beidou said with a smile, "Everyone else prepared some sad songs or songs of new hope, but you were the only one who played rock music."

Several sailors around him chimed in.

"Yes, we were in the audience at the time, and we saw that the audience couldn't say a word for a long time after listening to the song. One lady was crying her eyes out during the previous song, but the next second she was stunned."

“I was sitting in the front row, and I saw that even the referee, Yae no Kami, couldn’t help but laugh.”

"Now that you mention it, Miss Fang Qiu's reputation is truly impressive. It's one thing for the eldest daughter of the Kamisato family to personally act as the referee, but even Lord Yae no Miyaji has personally appeared."

"Do you think the legendary Thunder General might also make an appearance in the final match?"

"That's unlikely. General Thunder is said to be a very serious person and probably doesn't like these kinds of occasions."

"That's true. I stormed the castle tower with Brother Wanye and the others before. The sense of oppression was terrifying. If it weren't for the Traveler, we would probably all have died there. So it's hard to imagine what it would be like for General Raiden to be reading a book."

"I didn't expect you to go to the castle tower with Brother Wanye. Tsk tsk, I really want to see how Brother Wanye blocked General Leidian's slash."

"Ahem, we've gone off-topic. Let's get back to the music competition."

"Miss Xin Yan, although you were eliminated in the first round, it was only because you didn't quite fit the theme, so don't be too upset."

"Yeah, even though we were eliminated in the first round, the music was really good. It got me really excited. Next time Big Sister Beidou is splitting the iceberg, I can play it in advance to create some atmosphere."

"Why are you two emphasizing the issue of being eliminated in the first round? By the way, when we were leaving, we heard that quite a few audience members had developed some interest in rock music."

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Speaking of which, it's been so long, the final of that music competition must be in the next few days, right?"

"Seems to be."

Hearing everyone's words of comfort, Xin Yan cheered up and they all started talking about Fang Qiu's new book, speculating about its contents.

Just as they were having a pleasant conversation, a cook came out of the cabin and said, "Boss, dinner is ready. Tonight's dinner includes chicken soup."

"We can actually eat ground-dwelling animals tonight!"

The sailors stood up excitedly.

"understood."

Beidou smiled, got up, and followed the others into the cabin.

On the mast, Kaedehara Manyo sighed; his train of thought had been interrupted.

"Judging from what they're saying, it's indeed almost time to reach Liyue. I wonder what kind of story Miss Fang Qiu is writing for her new story."

"Kaedehara Manyo muttered to himself."

After saying that, he continued to watch the sunset and did not go to eat with them.

It wasn't for any other reason, but because he needed to keep watch to prevent a repeat of the incident where the Death Star almost led the Southern Cross fleet into an iceberg.

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P.S.: Sorry I'm late. It's my first day adjusting to a new sleep schedule, and I'm still feeling groggy during the day. I only became more alert at night. I promised to add an extra chapter yesterday, but could I postpone it for now? If I continue writing now, my sleep schedule will break down again. Tomorrow morning, I'll definitely take a shower first to force myself to wake up before I start writing.

I'm behind on updates because I haven't added any extra chapters.

I'm so sorry everyone, sending you all my love, sob sob, I apologize.

Finally, I'd like to recommend a Genshin Impact book called "Orange Book" to everyone; I think you'll like it.

Keqing is my cat

Chapter Ninety-Seven: He is Jing Tian

The next day, early morning.

Just as Fang Qiu was comfortably curled up in bed, catching up on sleep for a day and a night, Liyue Harbor had already woken up.

Smoke curls from chimneys, and pedestrians come and go in an endless stream.

At the dock, fishing boats heading out to sea drifted slowly towards the open ocean.

Inside the editorial office.

"I'm so tired, I don't want to go to work... I don't want to work... When will I be able to achieve financial freedom so I won't have to go to work anymore?"

A female editor slumped onto her desk as soon as she sat down, her face full of sleepiness and exhaustion.

"I'm so sleepy, I want to go to sleep."

Another female editor also slumped onto the table, her face full of exhaustion, clearly having not slept well either.

"Do you think it's too late for me to quit my job and go home to write a novel?"

"I also want to quit my job and go home to write novels. The best thing about being an author is that you can sleep whenever you want and wake up whenever you want. You have the freedom to sleep. Those authors who have finished submitting their manuscripts are probably still sleeping right now."

"I'm so envious. I wish I could work from home in the future. I'm so tired. Can I take the day off to go home and sleep?"

The two female editors were talking listlessly.

"Of course not. The book release date is fast approaching. Have you collected the manuscripts from the authors you're responsible for? Have you proofread them and sent them to the printing press?"

Looking at the two juniors who were sprawled on the table like salted fish, Li Ling rolled her eyes and said, "Hurry up, if you delay too much, we won't be able to finish our work once Inazuma's batch of books arrives."

"Senior, it's not time to start work yet."

The two female editors slumped over the table, speaking with a lazy air.

"Speaking of which, where's Qing? It's almost time for work, why isn't she in the office yet?"

"Isn't she usually one of the first to arrive?"

"Now that you mention it, it's true. Where is that girl?"

Hearing what the two female editors said, Li Ling was slightly taken aback and turned her gaze to Bai Qing's workstation.

The desk by the window was empty.

"Could it be that he/she is sick?"

Just as Li Ling frowned, pondering whether she should go out to sign contracts with authors later and also visit Bai Qing's house, a sound rang out at the office door.

Li Ling and several other editors turned their attention to it.

Bai Qing walked into the office carrying a large stack of manuscripts.

Her eyes were red and her pretty face was full of fatigue.

"Are you OK?"

Li Ling asked.

"It's nothing, thank you for your concern, senior. I just stayed up late to read Fang Qiu's novel."

Bai Qing forced a smile and said.

"It's okay as long as you're alright, don't push yourself too hard."

Li Ling said.

"Hmm, there are still some I haven't finished watching. I'll continue now."