boyutpedia Did any readers donate to Chapter 89?
Did any readers donate to Chapter 89?
When Lu Zhaoye returned home, Luo Xiao was sitting in front of the coffee table with her hair disheveled, doing practice problems.
Seeing Luo Xiao's dejected look, Lu Zhaoye handed her some fried skewers he had bought on the way and took the initiative to speak.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem today?"
Luo Xiao looked up and sighed.
"Ono, the math competition questions are so hard! Are these even possible for a human to solve?"
Lu Zhaoye smiled, sat down and took Luo Xiao's workbook, wanting to see Luo Xiao's approximate level.
You wouldn't believe it until you see it; Lu Zhaoye's originally relaxed brows gradually furrowed together.
The math competition workbook that the teaching affairs office gave them was about five pages long. Lu Zhaoye looked at Guo Zichen's and Zhang Xinhan's workbooks during the day, and they had already reached the end of the third page.
Luo Xiao's progress was still stuck on the second page, and in the short time it took to scan it, Lu Zhaoye had already discovered a lot of problems, including some serious logical errors.
Based on their current skill level, Luo Xiao is the person he knows who is the least likely to qualify for the city-level competition.
He turned his head with some concern and saw Luo Xiao chewing on a skewer.
"Xiao Ye, I don't think I can get in, leave me alone," Luo Xiao said, chewing her teeth with her cheeks puffed out.
But Lu Zhaoye knew that Luo Xiao was very competitive and wouldn't be easily defeated. He clapped his hands.
"You still have to work hard. How will you know if you'll have the opportunity if you don't try?"
Luo Xiao shook her head, continued chewing, and said,
"It's no use. It's all fate's arrangement. Opportunities are reserved for those with a hook."
"......" Lu Zhaoye rolled his eyes, stood up to pour Luo Xiao a glass of water, and took out the crabs that had been prepared in advance from the refrigerator and put them in the pot to steam.
Then I returned to my seat and began my exclusive tutoring session for the evening.
......
The tutoring session ended around midnight. Luo Xiao, her face flushed, excitedly said goodnight to Lu Zhaoye and went back to her room to sleep.
Lu Zhaoye, on the other hand, looked listless and felt very tired.
The thought of staying up all night to write his novel gave him a headache. He locked the door, sat down in a chair, turned on his computer, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples.
The thought of accompanying Xu Ziqing to Nanjing was still on his mind, and he was somewhat agitated because he had no money.
Xu Qingwan gave him 10,000 yuan. After deducting the money for the phone, he had about 4,000 yuan left. With his living expenses, he could barely make 5,000 yuan.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoye suddenly opened his eyes, and all his fatigue vanished.
He opened his author backend and looked at his steadily rising data, feeling quite confident.
Based on his more than ten years of reading experience and his predictions of future trends in the novel market, Lu Zhaoye believed that his novel could reach the upper-middle level.
Unfortunately, I have to wait two more months to receive my payment. The book won't be published until next month, and I'll have to wait another month to get my payment.
However, Lu Zhaoye is currently short of money. He needs to spend money to go to Nanjing, and he will also need to spend money to go to Yangzhou for provincial competition training.
Oh no! This automatically triggers the online novel author's debuff; the path to becoming king is now open.
Lu Zhaoye increasingly regretted that in his previous life he was just a lazy bum who only knew how to read tabloid novels.
Actually, he did know a few news stories that went viral, such as the match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia in the 22 Qatar World Cup.
That year, a colleague bet on Argentina, which unexpectedly lost to Arab countries. That colleague went up to the rooftop that night and cried in the howling wind.
But the problem is, it's only 2021 now.
Lu Zhaoye was on the verge of tears, knowing that he had no chance with stocks or anything like that. After sighing, he continued writing.
However, the thought that many of his classmates were now reading his novel made him feel ashamed, as if his underwear had been pulled out and looked at.
Fortunately, none of the prototypes have been found so far.
Only Silly Desk Mate has heard of it so far, but judging from Silly Desk Mate's reaction at the time, Xu Qingwan was not interested in it.
Lu Zhaoye smiled slightly, feeling much better. Just then, he suddenly noticed a new message in his author account.
Lu Zhaoye clicked in and his eyes lit up instantly.
[Reader xxxxx donated 100000 coins.]
Ten thousand points are worth a thousand yuan, and I can get five hundred yuan myself. Wow, I'm so rich!
Furthermore, this reader also left a comment on their latest chapter.
[Reader xxxxx]: Author, can we be friends? I can continue to give you tips.
The comment was made a minute ago. Time was of the essence. For money... no, for the sake of the subsequent plot development, Lu Zhaoye immediately gave out his contact information.
However, Lu Zhaoye was worried about being recognized by acquaintances, so he used his alternate account.
After adding each other as friends, Lu Zhaoye, adhering to the principle of serving his benefactor, took the initiative to send a message.
【King of Rice Cakes】: Hello, baby.
[Don't want to study]: Don't call me baby.
Lu Zhaoye was taken aback. Oh no, he had flattered the horse's rear end. He quickly tried to salvage the situation.
【King of Rice Cakes】: Oh, okay, do you have any questions, fellow reader?
Lu Zhaoye noticed that the status bar on the other end quickly changed to "typing," but the message didn't arrive until about three or four minutes later.
[I don't want to study]: I demand that you give the character Lin Xinwan more screen time, and I can give you a reward.
Lu Zhaoye switched the screen to the chat interface and raised an eyebrow at the readers' requests. He hadn't expected that the character Lin Xinwan had only appeared for less than ten chapters, yet some readers had already started to like her.
However, Lu Zhaoye thought about it again and realized that rather than liking the character Lin Xinwan, he had fallen in love with Xu Qingwan.
Because in her own book, Lin Xinwan's prototype is Xu Qingwan.
Lu Zhaoye's lips curled up slightly, and he immediately agreed, promising her that he would see Lin Xinwan's character arc within three days.
However, Lu Zhaoye didn't tell her that those weapons were armed with knives, because according to his outline, he was about to write about Xu Qingwan's suffering that rainy night.
He wouldn't change the plot's direction because of a reader's criticism, because this is the growing pain that must be experienced when creating a character. Lu Zhaoye knows the truth that only tragedy can make people remember.
After the chat ended, Xu Qingwan's image suddenly appeared in Lu Zhaoye's mind. He glanced at the time and realized it was almost one o'clock.
Xu Qingwan should be asleep by now, after all, she promised me.
"..."
Meanwhile, in the girls' dormitory of the Second Middle School, a faint light was flickering on a bed in the pitch-black room.
Xu Qingwan was curled up in the blanket, fiddling with Lu Zhaoye's phone. She closed Qidian Reading with satisfaction and then logged out of her own QQ.
She knew she should go to sleep; after all, she had promised her bad classmate.
However, her finger accidentally touched the memo on the homepage.
A whole new world is slowly unfolding before her.