Is there anything wrong with working out?
What’s “wan”?
Why do we need “daily wan”?
“Wow, sisters, so on point! That has to be the skinny, beautiful young man next to him! Sob sob sob, now I’m even more envious. Tall, handsome, and with such a great body—could it be the author’s ‘cugu’ buff? If so, I’m diving straight into the ocean of art right now!”
“Wake up, sisters in front! Isn’t the real focus ‘daily wan’? The handsome youth is fine, but when will the Pigeon King arrange a daily wan?”
“Sent out a desperate call to see Wan the Imperial Concubine.”
“I have a bold idea! Could it be that the Pigeon King is procrastinating because he has a boyfriend? It must be that the boyfriend is too fun ♂! Ugh! I suggest the Pigeon King share his boyfriend a little with everyone 🙂 Daily wan is the path to prosperity for all the cugus!”
“I second that!”
“If sister wants it, then I want it too!”
?
Zong Cheng was getting more and more confused.
He slowly said,
“I now understand why all these readers are single dogs.”
Isn’t working out fun?
Isn’t being in a relationship supposed to be happy?
Or is the boyfriend not fun ♂?
What does “daily wan” even mean!
I’m quitting!
“Actually, I think daily wan isn’t bad either.”
Yin Chen suddenly spoke up.
Zong Cheng froze.
He started pondering the possibility of squeezing in daily wan between work and dating.
Nearby,
The moment the words “daily wan” were mentioned, all the authors in the pure love section perked up!
What?
Could the Pigeon King actually start the journey of daily wan at the urging of his boyfriend?
Ah, this?
This is truly wonderful!
A reason for universal celebration!
“However,”
Yin Chen added with a teasing smile,
“I’m different from them. I think my boyfriend is more fun ♂. Daily wan can wait.”
After all, ten thousand words only bring a few minutes of happiness!
But the boyfriend? That’s a different story 🙂
Once he masters the art of ‘waning Zong Cheng,’ according to the hardware, it’s going to take at least an hour, right?
Truly something to look forward to.
Playing what?
Boyfriend?
♂?
And what about our long-awaited daily wan?
It was just here a moment ago!
Such a huge daily wan!
Several eavesdropping authors slowly clutched their chests.
Heartache!
It’s heartache with a side of dog food! They should have been happy, but how did it suddenly become like this?
Authors in the pure love section collectively choked.
This isn’t right!
There was clearly such a big daily wan just waiting in front of them QUQ!
“You seem… quite popular.”
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many eyes on the two of you.
Yin Chen leaned in, whispering to Zong Cheng.
“Shh—!”
Fans, single or not, all inhaled sharply.
Damn!
Now this is true shrimp-and-pig-heart level embarrassment!
Why does everyone bring a partner, yet other people’s partners look so much better?
“…It’s not me who’s popular.”
Zong Cheng said shyly.
It’s his novels that are popular, not him.
And…
Zong Cheng pondered.
He thought daily wan might actually be more popular?
He quietly complained to Yin Chen, who raised an eyebrow.
Ah, in that case, no problem.
Indeed, in the readers’ hearts, daily wan is forever godly.
However…
Yin Chen looked at Zong Cheng called to the stage, propping his chin with his hand.
It’s not guaranteed.
The Pigeon King of Kings isn’t someone who gets this nickname casually.
If expectations weren’t high, who would feel disappointed?
Meanwhile, readers were gossiping happily on Weibo when suddenly a bombshell dropped!
“Damn! A fan posted a photo! The Pigeon King really is the fitness guy!”
“What? No way! I don’t believe it!”
“Me neither! I just imagined a skinny, beautiful young writer at home, getting weaker, reluctantly going to the gym and bumping into a big-chest boyfriend! And in one second, you’re ruining my CP?”
“? The sisters upstairs, speak more, how about meeting in person?”
“…You’re all too naive. I already guessed it. Sigh, lighting a cigarette.jpg”
Wen Liu looked at the Weibo page and popped a Chocliz bar into his mouth.
“Think about it. Without guts, could he write such terrifying works? Every time I read them, I’m genuinely scared and wrap myself in my little blanket. And if it weren’t for that guts, would he dare procrastinate?”
“? Previously doesn’t matter, but now I feel like you make a lot of sense?”
“Ahhhh, damn! Doesn’t this mean—the Pigeon King, who already has a boyfriend ♂, is even less likely to do daily wan? QUQ I’m drained.”
“Sigh, actually I’m already satisfied with his daily updates. Mainly—I really hope for an audiobook version. People who get scared and shiver when he updates but still love reading say, every time they stretch a hand out from the blanket, it’s freezing.”
“+1. But wasn’t there a post saying the Pigeon King isn’t interested in publishing rights?”
Editor Qi knew more than anyone about this.
Almost as soon as the event ended, he dragged Zong Cheng aside.
Almost fell to his knees!
He only wanted one physical copy!
Such a humble request!
He delivered it as usual.
Zong Cheng refused as usual.
Editor Qi inwardly wept.
Isn’t money nice!
How could anyone ignore money handed to them?
He forced a smile and continued persuading.
“I know you’re not short of money, but you also have to consider readers’ demands…”
Before he could finish, Zong Cheng gave him a strange look.
Editor Qi realized—aren’t readers’ demands about daily updates?
Damn!
Felt underestimated!
Editor Qi had a heart attack.
He argued patiently.
“Actually, the royalties are considerable. Even if it’s not to satisfy readers, you could take this money and…”
Suddenly stuck.
Take it to do what?
Even Editor Qi couldn’t say.
A figure suddenly appeared behind them.
Then Editor Qi heard his leader’s voice, like heaven itself:
“Taking it to buy your boyfriend some small gifts isn’t bad, right?”
!
Editor Qi’s eyes lit up!
He hurriedly looked at Zong Cheng’s expression!
Zong Cheng was stunned.
He started wavering.
His gaze quietly shifted to Yin Chen.
This!
Could something happen!
Editor Qi took a deep breath.
Truly, his leader!
Forever godlike!
He quickly added,
“Yes, yes, even if you don’t register domestically, when abroad, weddings, rings, banquets, photos, honeymoons—they all cost money!”
He got more excited.
“Think about it. Your boyfriend looks excellent. You can’t shortchange him, right? You’d want the best of everything. So maybe consider taking a bit from the royalties! Money handed to you, why not? Use it to make your boyfriend happy!”
Saying this, he almost got tempted himself.
Damn!
If anyone tried to use money like this to please him?
He’d sell it right then, whether the person was male, female, human, or ghost!
?
Have you considered?
The boyfriend is right there!
Right in front of you!
Even the surprise is ruined… not really.
Yin Chen thought quietly.
Does he like the author-wife earning money to support him?
Feels… strangely exciting?
Yin Chen turned to look at Zong Cheng.
Their eyes met, and he froze.
Zong Cheng, why are your ears red again?
He self-reflected for a second.
He didn’t do anything this time, right?
He blinked.
Zong Cheng cleared his throat twice.
Yin Chen blinked again, and Zong Cheng’s face turned even redder.
He hurriedly turned to the editor.
“Let’s plan this long-term. For now, send me the offers and details, I’ll take a look.”
Done!
Editor Qi was ecstatic!
However,
His gaze swept over Zong Cheng and then Yin Chen.
He fell into thought.
Really didn’t notice?
Zong Cheng, usually arrogant and aloof, is like this around his boyfriend?
Thinking about how he usually talks so little on the phone, so cold and indifferent!
Editor Qi was speechless and teary.
Who would’ve guessed?
Back to the publishing rights—at least there’s a start. Editor Qi then led them to the dinner.
The dinner was a bit awkward at first, but soon, mostly young people, everyone naturally mingled.
Especially after two liang of wine.
Yin Chen didn’t drink, Zong Cheng clinked glasses with quite a few people, but didn’t blush—obviously a heavy drinker.
Several other pure love authors at the table exchanged glances.
“Alas, what a pity. I was planning to get the Pigeon King drunk and pry some plot details. This mini-unit is so strong, I’m being flipped and flipped again, now questioning life. I want to know immediately what happens ahhhh!”
“Who isn’t? I shamelessly even toasted his boyfriend sob sob sob, but how can this cugu drink so well?”
“Sigh, mainly my partner is useless. If only he could drink a bit, I’d shamelessly make him toast desperately!”
“My partner also…”
“My partner collapses in one go :)”
“Heh, my partner has no memory of what I do after he’s drunk :)”
Screen froze.
“? You’re not right.”
“? You’re not right.”
“I have a sister…”
“Sister is me!”
The author rolled her eyes massively.
What’s with these people?
“I shaved his legs while he was asleep—they’re like the African savannah. Interested?”
“Ah? Sorry, sorry, disturbing.”
“Bye!”
“? I… want a recommendation? Honestly 🙂 My partner’s leg hair is like porcupine quills. Savor it. I shouldn’t have dated in winter. If I’d seen him in shorts, I’d be single!”
“Sigh.”
“Sigh.”