Have you ever been a celebrity? Why are you writing about entertainment?

Qi Luoan blinked hard, but couldn't see anything; it was too dark in the blankets.

But she kept blinking, as if that could suppress the urge to leap out of her chest with the trembling of her eyelashes.

Didn't you say you were coming in? Why aren't you here yet?
Although she was a little nervous, she was also genuinely looking forward to it. She just didn't know what to do. If Yu Wei understood, she definitely wouldn't resist...

Qi Luo'an's breath was hot. It landed on the blankets warmed by her own body heat, and then returned to her face, making her cheeks even hotter.

Why aren't you coming?
Could it be that she didn't want to, so she gave up? This thought was like a drop of cold water, causing her curled toes to tighten slightly.

No, she's just a coward, not that she doesn't want to.

"What about people?"

She tried to speak, but heard no response. After a long silence, Qi Luoan carefully opened a crack in the door.

There was no sign of Yu Wei outside. She peeked out in disbelief, but Yu Wei, who had been standing by the bed teasing her, was gone.

"Yu Wei, where are you?"

Qi Luoan felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water. Had she been too disappointing and made him leave in a huff...?

"Harmful!"

Just as she was about to get up to look for someone, Yu Wei, who had been quietly crouching by the bed, suddenly jumped out, startling Qi Luo'an and making the blanket tremble.

"What are you doing?"

"Dry."

Taking advantage of her still-shaken and reproachful expression, Yu Wei swiftly stepped forward, snatched the corner of the blanket from her hand, and threw it away.

Unwrapping a gift is certainly enjoyable, but waiting for it to be opened and delivered to you on its own is even more delightful.

Qi Luo'an, realizing what was happening, tried to reach for the blanket, but Yu Wei didn't give her a chance and pressed the blanket down with his knee.

"I don't know you yet?"

Doing this in broad daylight, even with the lights off, was no use. Qi Luoan was clearly shy, so she wanted to hide under the covers so no one could see.

Yu Wei certainly couldn't let her succeed. He should at least take a look; top-quality delicacies are all about color, aroma, and taste.

"Don't……"

Before Qi Luoan could finish speaking, the speaker was blocked, forcing her to give up thinking. It was a bit sudden, but she didn't mind; in fact, she quite liked it.

For the two of them, verbal discussions about novel writing were commonplace, and they had discussed it many times before.

Logically, this part shouldn't have any problems, but today Yu Wei's viewpoints were exceptionally forceful, to the point that Qi Luo'an couldn't keep up and ended up talking until his mouth was sore.

"Are you a dog? Your teeth are so sharp."

Upon hearing this, Yu Wei calmed down a bit, slowed down his speech, and began to listen. Qi Luoan's creative ideas were ingenious and flexible, and quite interesting.

Soon, the two were no longer satisfied with just discussing the topic and began to understand the true core of the artwork. They had both previously explored this area, and Yu Wei knew that the other's work was profound.

Turning to the title page of the novel, he began to touch upon, or rather, to analyze, the monumental work of Qi Luoan, a novice author.

Although she was still young, she did have some talent. Yu Wei quickly became immersed in the story and finished reading the first half of the book in no time.

Before reading the second half of the story, he decided to analyze the key chapters.

At this point, the shortcomings of novice authors like Qi Luoan became apparent. She lacked experience in being appreciated word by word, so she avoided the analysis after only a couple of sentences.

"How can you be afraid of your novel being dissected? Good works are not afraid of being analyzed, like this chapter of yours."

Yu Wei pointed to her key chapters and started another verbal discussion. Qi Luoan could only watch helplessly, feeling wronged and slightly frightened, as her novel was criticized by the veteran author.

The original plot was quickly altered beyond recognition by Yu Wei, which made Qi Luoan quite upset, but after carefully reviewing it, she felt that the changes were quite good.

As expected of a veteran author, he certainly has some expertise.

Yu Wei continued reading through the chapters and soon reached the second half of the novel.

"The problem with online novels is that they can become excessive. Let me see what happens next in your story."

Despite Qi Luo'an's efforts to stop him, Yu Wei's reading speed was simply too fast. The moment a new chapter was turned, Qi Luo'an's brain went blank.

"My writing is bad...don't read it."

Yu Wei didn't speak, but quietly read on. It turned out that even a novice author could write a true masterpiece. The plot of Qi Luoan's book was so captivating that he unconsciously became immersed in it.

"oops."

Qi Luoan tried to turn the page back, but her hands were already weak and powerless. Perhaps Yu Wei had been too critical of her novel, and her Dao heart had been shattered.

"No wonder you're so good at padding out the plot, you really are."

Yu Wei's words completely shattered Qi Luo'an's creative spirit. He immediately covered his face with his hands and secretly decided that he would never write a book again.

"It's normal for a newbie to not write well in the later stages. Take a look at mine and learn from my experience."

Upon hearing Yu Wei's words, Qi Luo'an subconsciously opened his eyes and peeked through his fingers at the subsequent chapters of Yu Wei's novel.

Is this how the plot unfolds...?

This was the first time she had ever seen this. Although she had seen many in novel writing guides, many of them were censored, and some even glowed.

So this is what it looks like to live!
"Don't just read. You'll never learn to write a novel just by reading it. Try it yourself."

Inspired by Yu Wei, Qi Luoan carefully flipped through the second half of the story. The moment she touched it, she felt the vibrant life force in Yu Wei's work.

How, how could it be...

This writing technique is completely unimaginable for a novice author.

She quickly began to read it carefully, and her page-turning speed increased considerably. Yu Wei had never been studied like this by a new author before, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"We can learn from each other."

Qi Luo'an's heart raced upon hearing this. Although she was a novice author, she knew the benefits of learning from each other's novels. She hadn't expected that Senior Yu Wei would be so generous in sharing his knowledge. This was also her first time learning someone else's writing techniques, and she was afraid that she was too slow to learn.

"I'm afraid."

"Don't worry, I will give you advice based on your writing skills."

Looking into Yu Wei's gentle and considerate eyes, Qi Luo'an seemed to have made up her mind and nodded seriously. She also wanted to become a great novelist!
"I'll give you a brief explanation first, then I won't teach you much more."

Although their two books have different styles, their core stories are very similar. A simple comparison reveals that Qi Luoan has indeed discovered many problems with himself.

She definitely had too much filler in her storyline...

Realizing his shortcomings, Qi Luoan found it hard to accept, and unconsciously turned his head away, his eyes welling up with tears.

"The desire to improve is always accompanied by a period of growing pains. Don't worry, things will definitely get better and better."

Yu Wei didn't forget to comfort her verbally. In fact, for novice authors, the pain of discovering problems is secondary; the main issue is the psychological pressure.

As a qualified creative mentor, his job should be to soothe her emotions, not just to satisfy his own desire to guide her.

Qi Luoan nodded. She had been looking forward to making progress for a long time, and now that the opportunity was right in front of her, how could she, who wanted to become a master novelist, stand still?

"I love you."

Refers to novels.

"Me too."

Ibid.

Qi Luoan's attempt to accept Yu Wei's creative ideas seemed to open the door to a new world, but how could she easily learn from the years of experience of an old author?
The sheer number of techniques left her somewhat dazed, and she instinctively gasped in surprise.

"No wonder she's a high-pitched singer."

Qi Luoan turned her head away, embarrassed to look at him. "If you're going to talk about writing, just talk about writing. Why are you talking about music? Seriously."

Before formally studying the plot, Yu Wei specially added bookmarks at key stages to avoid any mistakes.

The exchange of artistic creation is a process that progresses from the superficial to the profound. Given that the other party was a novice, Yu Wei only talked about a few basic things.

He would only continue speaking after confirming that Qi Luoan had learned the skill. The process was not quick, but both of them benefited greatly.

"It seems much better."

Having faced her shortcomings squarely, Qi Luoan seems to have overcome the growing pains of being a novice author, and can now delve deeper into her studies.

Yu Wei nodded, and then shared all the writing experience he had accumulated over the years.

The discussion of literary works was quite tedious, and before long, most of the day had passed. After the thorough exchange was completed, Yu Wei deleted the previous bookmarks.

The red annotations stood out starkly against the black and white text. Yu Wei looked at Qi Luoan, who had retreated back into bed, and gently patted her back.

This is already quite good progress for the first discussion. Maybe after a few more times, she will be the one teaching me instead.

After a short rest, Qi Luoan seemed to have successfully grasped the Dao. He quickly got up, armed himself with knowledge, and stood aside, silently watching Yu Wei.

"I thought it was something big, is that all?"

Once dressed, she spoke with a defiant air. Yu Wei didn't argue with her, but simply lifted the blanket to reveal the conspicuous mess.

Qi Luoan didn't even notice this. He quickly checked the time and thankfully it was only 5 p.m., and his mother hadn't gotten off work yet.

"Get up, I'll go wash the sheets."

She needs to get everything sorted out before her family comes home, otherwise she won't know how to explain it. She's mainly worried about the awkwardness. How can she explain something like this?
Yu Wei slowly got up, and Qi Luoan neither dodged nor avoided him, but watched intently from the side, still seemingly very curious.

It looks so-so now, but just now...

It wasn't until Yu Wei, fully dressed, reminded her that she snapped out of her daze, went forward to change her sheets, and saw the mottled patches in the center, but a hint of relief appeared on her face.

very nice.

"Please sit down for a while, I'll go take care of something."

Feeling bored, Yu Wei decided to get up and explore Qi Luoan's room. He hadn't noticed before, but it turned out that this guy's bedroom was quite girly.

There wasn't much pink, only mint green and sky blue. He noticed the photo frame on the bedside table, which contained none other than the postcards he had given her.

Apart from the two of them, no one else really knew what it meant, and they felt at ease leaving it at home.

Just as Yu Wei was observing and imagining Qi Luoan's life here, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening.

It wasn't the bedroom, but the main door outside; Yu Wei had heard it when he came.

Finished!

Yu Wei's first reaction was to hide, but the room was too small and there was nowhere for him to stay, and Qi Luo'an's house was on a high floor...

He instinctively stepped forward to collect the protective wrapping paper and quickly tied the garbage bag to avoid being noticed.

Before he could even get up, Qi Luo'an called out excitedly, "Mom!" from outside.

The greeting was clearly tinged with surprise and a warning, sounding very unnatural. Chen Jinyi immediately realized that something was wrong.

She glanced at the extra shoes on the floor, then squinted at her obedient daughter. "Not bad," she thought, "she even knows to bring boys home when they're not around."

"Mom, why are you back so early?"

"There were only about ten language-based programs in total, and they ended early."

Chen Jinyi remained calm, but her demeanor became noticeably more serious. She took off her coat and headed towards her daughter's bedroom, not even bothering to change her shoes.

You little rascal, you're using the guise of repairing the plank road while secretly advancing your own, aren't you!

The sound of high heels drew closer, and Yu Wei sighed inwardly, "Fate has forsaken me," and prepared to begin her performance. (End of Chapter)