After being reborn, I gained a childhood sweetheart who appeared out of nowhere.

In the evening, Lin Chuan finished dinner, took a quick shower, and went back to his room.

I sat down at my desk, opened my laptop, logged onto QQ, and immediately saw a message from the editor "Yueshan".

"Your book already has over 500 followers, and if it finishes its last recommendation, it has a chance to be released with over 1,000 followers."

Lin Chuan has never written a book on Qidian, so he is not quite sure how the results are, but judging from the editor's tone, they seem pretty good.

"Thank you, editor, I understand," he replied.

After a while, "Yueshan" replied, "Your results are not bad. For a new account, I think it should be ready to be published by the end of next month. After it's published, just keep writing steadily, and you should at least get some excellent results."

"Okay," Lin Chuan said.

"However, your plot has been a bit slow lately. You could speed it up a bit." Yue Shan's fingers tapped on the keyboard, sending a message.

To be honest, after signing a contract, Chen Feng usually only pays attention to the sales figures of the books he writes; he generally doesn't read them further or offer any feedback.

The reason I wrote this book is simply because I was interested in it myself. I followed the updates after get off work and felt that it had some potential.

"Understood." The person with the ID "Raven" quickly sent a message as well.

"It's okay if you reply to messages a little slowly now, I'll deal with it the next day. But if there are any issues with the chapters after they're published, you need to let me know promptly," Chen Feng said. In his memory, this author often replied to messages in the middle of the night.

"It would be best if you told me during work hours," Chen Feng added.

"I have to go to school during the day, so I don't have a chance to go online," the other person said.

Going to school? Chen Feng thought to himself, this author is actually a college student? That's quite young.

He's a college graduate too, and he used to slack off a lot back then. "Are your college courses that busy these days?"

At that moment, a new message popped up in the chat box: "I'm a high school student."

Chen Feng's hand, which was resting on the keyboard, paused. Looking at the words, he asked in surprise, "Huh?"

"You're a high school student? Are you an adult? How did you sign the contract?" he asked.

"I signed the contract using my dad's ID card."

Chen Feng rubbed his forehead, as if remembering something, and continued to ask, "How old are you now?"

"Fifteen years old, currently a first-year high school student." The other person answered all his questions at once.

"Are you serious?" Chen Feng continued to ask.

"Seriously," Raven replied, and soon after he sent another photo.

The photo was clearly taken with an old-fashioned button phone, so the image quality wasn't great. You could only see the person's chest in the picture; it was a sky-blue high school uniform with a blue school badge that said "City No. 1 High School."

Goodness, not only is he a high school student, but he's also a top student from the city's No. 1 High School! This person is truly talented; he succeeds easily at everything he does.

"That can't be right. If you were in your first year of high school, when did you start writing novels?" Chen Feng was still a little skeptical because he knew there were child prodigies, but talent only manifests in your stories and your wildly imaginative thinking.

However, your writing style, plot structure, and writing technique are things that, theoretically, cannot be innate; they require accumulation.

He could clearly tell from the other person's novel that the author had definitely written books, and quite a few at that; such writing style required a great deal of accumulation.

"I have written some, I wrote some things back in junior high, but they weren't very good," the other person replied.

Chen Feng gave a wry smile and replied with a thumbs-up emoji. Talent is something to be envied.

She started writing in junior high and reached this level in her first year of high school. She must come from a scholarly family and have read a lot since childhood.

Lin Chuan looked at the other person's thumbs-up emoji and replied with a grinning emoji.

He quietly switched to another lively group chat, which had been flashing and accompanied by notification sounds. It was the literary society's group, which was usually like a stagnant pool. Why was it so lively today?

Upon clicking in, I saw that it was Xiao Yu speaking.

"Chen, I heard it's your birthday next Saturday? Someone in our literature club has a birthday, how about we have a birthday party together?" Xiao Yu said.

Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment, and finally realized what Chen Xiyu meant by "next week". It turned out to be Chen Xiyu's birthday. However, he couldn't blame Chen Xiyu for not remembering, since it had been too long.

The last time Chen Xiyu celebrated her birthday, Lin Chuan took her out for a snack, which he considered her birthday present.

Children's birthday gifts are always so simple, but that was more than ten years ago.

In fact, Lin Chuan not only couldn't remember Chen Xiyu's birthday, he couldn't even remember his own, because he had never had the habit of celebrating his birthday since he was a child.

Logically speaking, Chen Xiyu's birthday is over, and his birthday will be coming soon, but he won't remember.

His parents are usually busy, so they often let him grow up without much care. They don't pick him up from school, and of course, they don't celebrate his birthday.

I just don't know where this Young Master Xiao got Chen Xiyu's birthday time.

"Thank you, but no need, it's too much trouble," Chen Xiyu replied.

"It's okay, you can come to my house. The main thing is that we can also have a literary club gathering while we're at it," Xiao Yu said.

"Young Master Xiao is so generous. Can I have my birthday party at your place next time?" another boy asked.

"Of course," Xiao Yu said. "My backyard can easily accommodate a dozen or twenty people. Let's have a barbecue party then."

"sounds good."

"Yes," someone echoed.

The group worked together to turn what was supposed to be a "specially" prepared "birthday party" into a literary society gathering, making the purpose seem less obvious.

Even so, Chen Xiyu still replied, "I'm sorry, I should be spending that day with my family."

"It's okay, it's okay." Despite being rejected twice, Xiao Yu still didn't seem angry. "Is there anything you want as a gift, Chen?"

Logically speaking, people wouldn't ask this on someone else's birthday, but Xiao Yu didn't really have much experience in giving gifts. In the past, it was always others who would rush to give him gifts on his birthday.

"No need, it won't be convenient for me to return the gift then," Chen Xiyu declined.

"It's nothing, nothing expensive, just a token of my classmates' affection," Xiao Yu said.

"yes,"

"Yeah, we're all classmates." The group of underlings started making a fuss again.

Lin Chuan closed the chat window, then opened the drawer of his desk, took out the top copy of Yi Lin magazine, and found only a red banknote inside.

This is a bit awkward. He only has 100 yuan left, which doesn't seem like enough to buy a gift. Should he take her out for a snack?

Although the editor just said that the book would probably be available soon, he also knew that he would have to wait until the month after next to receive any official income.

It can only be said that this birthday came out of nowhere. Lin Chuan, who used to drive a high-displacement BMW, is now worried about not having enough money to buy gifts for people.

He leaned back in his chair and thought for a while, but it seemed there was no other way. It looked like he had no choice but to sell his soul.