Senior Sister, Shut Up!

It was an interesting phenomenon when romance was purely depicted in male-oriented novels.

Although Wang Xin didn’t like web novels, he had come across some works before.

Especially those borderline pieces that occasionally appeared on some public accounts or stories about soldier kings and son-in-laws found everywhere in web browsers—they all reflected the influence of web novels.

Being accustomed to traditional novels and literary classics, Wang Xin found such straightforward and unrefined content unappealing, so he rarely read them.

Consequently, he didn’t have a good impression of web novels.

Previously, when he saw Xun Liang’s book list, just hearing the names made Wang Xin feel they were distasteful and incomparable to the refined works on his bookshelf.

However, he wasn’t one to judge others’ preferences arbitrarily. It had nothing to do with him that Xun Liang liked to read those novels.

It was similar to how others liked to play games. Even though he didn’t care for them, he wouldn’t go so far as to label games as spiritual opium to place himself on a moral pedestal and feel superior.

But he really never expected that he would enjoy reading a web novel one day.

Moreover, the author happened to be his college roommate.

Recently, whenever Wang Xin found a moment to read My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator while walking, the corners of his mouth would unknowingly curl up.

Especially during the scene where the female lead licked the cream off the male lead’s face on his birthday, he felt his face heat up.

But the evil cliffhanger at the end of the chapter compelled him to click on the next chapter, eager to see if the female lead continued her daring move.

While pressing the button to subscribe to the next chapter, Wang Xin would subconsciously glance to both sides to make sure no one was watching before continuing to read.

After calming down, he would reflect on how all this content had been meticulously typed out word by word by his roommate, stirring an odd feeling in his chest.

It was hard to associate the content of the novel with Jiang Miao.

But after reading some of the author’s words at the end of some chapters, Wang Xin did find hints that pointed to Jiang Miao.

Because of this, whenever he saw him lately, he would always be in a daze, feeling that it was a little unreal.

After all, despite the tacky title, My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator had undeniable success.

Moreover, since it was written by his roommate, he had even taken the time to look up more information about it.

Then he discovered that the novel’s performance ranked among the best even on the entire website.

And on Qidian, the largest paid web novel platform in the country, such high-quality novels numbered only around 4,000.

Spread across nearly 20 years of web novel history, this averaged just two to three hundred per year.

Typically, an author of a high-quality work who updated 3,000 words a day while maintaining an engaging and consistent plot could easily earn over 10,000 yuan per month.

And now, one of these authors who earned over 10,000 yuan a month was living in the same dorm room as him.

If Xun Liang found out, he would be shouting every day, urging Jiang Miao to release faster.

However, for Wang Xin, the significance of this novel went beyond drawing him into the world of web novels. It held an ever deeper meaning.

Thinking of this, he stopped at the entrance of the library and looked up.

The December sun no longer carried the heat of summer as it hung in the sky like a lamp without warmth.

Wang Xin took out his phone, opened WeChat, and tapped on his chat with Song Huanhuan.

[Wash Hands Often]: Did you take pictures of the examples the professor worked through during last week’s calculus class?

[Clean Often]: (Image) (Image) (Image)

This was from last week’s chat history.

[Clean Often]: Did you understand the last problem in calculus yesterday?

[Wash Hands Often]: Mm.

[Wash Hands Often]: (Image)

[Clean Often]: Thanks!

This was from last weekend’s chat history.

[Clean Often]: How’s your preparation for the debate going?

[Wash Hands Often]: It’s going okay.

[Clean Often]: Can you share the affirmative side’s arguments?

[Wash Hands Often]: I can’t help the enemy.

[Clean Often]: We’re just doing a mock debate within the team. Don’t be so serious.

[Wash Hands Often]: You don’t need to gather intelligence so seriously either. It’s just a mock debate within the team.

[Clean Often]: …

This was from yesterday’s chat history.

[Clean Often]: It’s over. I didn’t pay attention in calculus yesterday… I can’t do the problems today.

[Wash Hands Often]: (Image)

[Clean Often]: Who said anything about copying?!

[Wash Hands Often]: If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me.

[Clean Often]: How can I ask on WeChat? There are so many symbols I can’t type.

[Wash Hands Often]: I’ll be at the library this afternoon.

[Clean Often]: Okay!

This was from this morning’s chat history.

It was now one o’clock in the afternoon. Wang Xin stood at the entrance of the library, feeling for the first time that coming to the library was nerve-racking. ṛＡNỒʙЕⱾ

Even though Song Huanhuan had said she’d be back at two o’clock, he still felt his palms sweating.

After all, he had bluntly rejected her that night, and he wasn’t sure what to say when they met again.

He had read Jiang Miao’s novel, hoping to learn some romantic skills.

But Jiang Miao told him that to have a romance, he first needed to have a childhood sweetheart he had known for over ten years and had to be good-looking enough.

Wang Xin felt that this wasn’t teaching how to date. It was just plain discouraging.

And it was especially cruel.

After all, the content in the novel was so beautiful that it was hard not to be tempted to fall in love.

So much so that after reading the novel, the memories he had long buried and the things he had slowly gotten used to losing suddenly surged back and clawed at his heart.

With this thought, Wang Xin entered the library and found two vacant seats.

As usual, he took out his water bottle, book, notebook, and pen, settling into study mode.

An hour later, the water in his bottle was almost gone.

Just as Wang Xin was about to get up to refill his bottle, a small hand reached over and picked it up from the table.

He turned his head and met Song Huanhuan’s gaze.

“Ah… You want to refill your water, right? I need to as well. Let me help you.”

Song Huanhuan placed her backpack on the seat beside Wang Xin and walked briskly towards the water dispenser, holding their water bottles.

Wang Xin sat in his seat, staring at the backpack beside him.

He felt as though a certain empty spot in his heart was suddenly filled.

…

Jiang Miao didn’t know that his roommate was secretly reading his novel. He had been caught by Senior Sister and was now being drained in the office, typing away miserably.

In the middle of this, he received a call from his mother. He picked up, exchanged pleasantries with his mother, and gave her an update on his academic situation.

After he hung up, Su Huaizhou leaned over curiously and asked, “Was that your mom?”

“Mm.” Jiang Miao nodded and placed his hands back on the keyboard, ready to continue writing.

“Did you tell her?” she asked again.

“Huh?” He was puzzled, not quite understanding.

“About us dating,” Su Huaizhou whispered. “Do your parents know?”

Jiang Miao shook his head. “No. They haven’t asked.”

“Phew…” She let out a long sigh of relief, her nervous tension immediately easing.

“Senior Sister, should I tell them?”

“No!” Su Huaizhou quickly stopped him. “I-I’m not ready yet!”

She still felt a bit worried about Junior Brother’s parents.

She really wanted his parents to know, but she was afraid they wouldn’t be satisfied with her, so she felt torn with uncertainty.

In this regard, Jiang Miao was much better off.

After all, he had already been ‘caught red-handed’ by his father-in-law, and they had even added each other on WeChat. He often updated his father-in-law on Senior Sister’s latest news.

Jiang Miao even felt that his relationship with Su Dajiang was probably far better than Su Huaizhou’s relationship with her own father.

However, for some reason, Su Dajiang hadn’t been reaching out to him much lately.

He was starting to worry, suspecting that his father-in-law had started reading his novel and discovered some clues.

The thought of this possibility made Jiang Miao uneasy.

He wanted to tell Senior Sister, but given her attitude towards her father, he wasn’t sure how to navigate the situation.

It gave him a headache.

“Get back to writing. What are you thinking about?” Su Huaizhou urged from the side.

“Okay, okay.” Jiang Miao sighed and continued typing.

The next moment, she secretly lifted her leg and placed it on his lap under the cover of the desk.

“Here’s some material for you,” Su Huaizhou whispered. “Make sure to write well.”

Looking down at her long leg, stretched tight beneath her jeans, Jiang Miao immediately became energetic.

The only regret was that it wasn’t summer.

Seeing that Jiang Miao was beginning to write seriously, Su Huaizhou took out her phone and quietly opened the subscriber-only group.

As everyone knew, the reader group would chat about games, anime, all kinds of gossip, and even other books.

But they never discussed the book itself.

However, Su Huaizhou was different. She enjoyed talking about Junior Brother’s book in the group.

She’d screenshot the interesting or embarrassing parts she came across and shared them in the group. Finally, she said, “Qiuqiu is mine!” to reinforce her image as a male reader.

To avoid being recognized by Peach Jam.

After chatting in the group, Su Huaizhou opened the group album and dug up the screenshot that Jiang Miao had uploaded some time ago.

The screenshot was none other than extra content Jiang Miao had secretly written, which he had uploaded exclusively to the subscriber-only group for them to read.

Previously, he had written about the Qixi Festival arc, where the male lead rented several sets of hanfu for the female lead, personally helped her change into each one, and took beautiful photos of her in every outfit as a present for the festival.

Of course, there were many things that couldn’t be included in the main story.

So Jiang Miao had uploaded the full version to the group.

No wonder you kept beating around the bush and didn’t want me to join the group.

When Su Huaizhou saw this extra content, she chuckled inwardly and then read it with relish, her face turning red.

She couldn’t help but recall the embarrassing scene the other day, when she had changed into hanfu at home and had been picked up by Junior Brother and carried to the couch.

However, she didn’t intend to read too carefully this time. After all, one of her legs was still resting on his lap. She didn’t want to give anything away.

She simply wanted to see if he had written any new extras. When she didn’t find any, she felt disappointed.

Then she logged out of QQ, opened the Xidian app, clicked on My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator, which was pinned at the top, and caught up on the latest chapter.

Thanks to Su Huaizhou’s constant monitoring and urging over the past month, Jiang Miao’s update rate had stayed at an average of 4,500 to 6,000 words per day.

It was now mid-December, and Jiang Miao had already released over 250 chapters. The male and female leads had gone to Xiamen for the National Day holiday, and just yesterday, he had written about them swimming at the beach.

Su Huaizhou had been envious when she read the scene. After finishing it yesterday, she had sighed and complained to Jiang Miao, feeling that the two of them had wasted their National Day holiday by not going out to have fun.

He replied that Senior Sister had kept him cooped up at her place all through the National Day holiday, so how could they have the time to go out and have fun?

Then Su Huaizhou glared at him and pinned him against the desk.

Now, she had read the latest chapter and saw that, at the end, the female lead had straddled the male lead in a hot spring.

She tried to flip the page but found that it was already over.

Su Huaizhou instantly became furious and slapped Jiang Miao on the back.

Jiang Miao, who was still writing, was dumbfounded. He turned to look at Senior Sister. “What’s wrong?!”

“Who told you to stop here?! How dare you stop here?!” Su Huaizhou, taking advantage of the fact that no one else was in the office, vented her dissatisfaction as a reader and hit Jiang Miao’s back with her small hand. “Hurry up and write. I want to see what happens next!”

“…” Jiang Miao was speechless. “I’m on it. I’ve written about 5,000 words today. I’ll write another 1,500 words and take a break.”

“Can you finish the hot spring scene in 1,500 words?”

“Probably… not?” Jiang Miao estimated and felt it was a bit unlikely.

After all, it was a steamy scene, and every time he had written something similar, he had underestimated himself.

Previously, he had thought that the Qixi Festival arc would be about five chapters and 7,500 words, but it had ended up taking him eight chapters to finish.

Especially when writing the hanfu changing scene, he couldn’t stop his inspiration from flowing when he remembered that night when Senior Sister wore hanfu.

He could only say the material was too effective.

“Then it’s ten thousand words today.” Su Huaizhou immediately grew dissatisfied when she heard he planned to leave the scene unfinished. “It’s only four. There’s plenty of time.”

Jiang Miao felt physically and mentally drained. He slumped in his chair and sighed weakly. “Senior Sister, I’ve got this ‘write ten thousand words and die’ disease.”

He even pretended to spasm a few times, only to get slapped by Su Huaizhou.

“Stop wasting time!” She quickly pushed him up and forced him in front of the keyboard. She used both soft and hard tactics and coaxed him, “Finish writing the hot spring scene today, and I’ll give you another chance to gather material this weekend.”

“Really?!”

At the mention of gathering material, Jiang Miao instantly came back to life, fully energized. He straightened his back and turned to her eagerly.

“Finish writing first, then we’ll talk!”

“I guarantee I’ll finish the task!”

“Didn’t you say you’d die from writing ten thousand words?” Su Huaizhou shot him a sideways glance, clearly annoyed.

“It’s all thanks to you, Senior Sister.” Jiang Miao squeezed her thigh and massaged it. “You cured me with just one sentence. You’re simply a miracle doctor!”

Su Huaizhou spat at him and swatted his mischievous hand away.

Then Jiang Miao leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Senior Sister, how about a swimsuit this time?”

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