It was just a love letter; I'm really no great writer!

After dinner, I took a shower.

Zheng Xianyun, dressed in pajamas, nestled on the sofa, revealing her slender, fair legs.

A bottle of red wine sits prominently on the coffee table, accompanied by a stemmed glass.

She swiped her phone back and forth with her thumb, refreshing the page, hoping to see a new chapter soon.

...It's been a long time since I've felt this kind of ecstasy.

TV series? Novel? Comic?

She cherished that feeling of excitement.

Deng!

At 8 o'clock, millions of terminals worldwide refreshed the timed finale of Lu Ran's story—

Zheng Qianyun suppressed her rising desire.

She gently swirled the wine glass, sipped the clear, bright red liquid, and rolled it on her tongue.

When my eyes meet the words, my soul can't help but tremble.

The reason why "White Night Walk" caused such a stir in the online literature world is due to its unique reasoning writing style.

The suspense set up at the beginning is not revealed until the end.

People naturally have a curiosity and desire to explore unresolved truths.

Even after I finished reading it, the tremor lingered for a long time.

The veteran detective has been investigating a case for nineteen years, and the truth has finally come to light. However, there is still no evidence to suggest any connection between Yukiho and Ryoji.

until.

"Now I dare to say that my husband is completely impotent... He doesn't touch women, but he touches those... How should I put it... isn't that pedophilia? He's interested in little girls..."

Like an electric current, it surged through my mind.

The readers, along with the detective in the book, learn the motive for the murder.

After 300,000 words of build-up, the plot twists culminate in a breathtaking climax, where every detail is meticulously crafted and seamlessly connected, like a hidden thread in the grass.

This is an exhilarating experience that absolutely cannot be spoiled; it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"So that's how it is... I see..." Zheng Qianyun felt incredibly heartbroken after putting herself in Liang Si's shoes.

At the beginning of the story, 11-year-old Ryoji uses a paper cutter to become her sun; at the end of the story, 30-year-old Kirihara uses the same scissors to mark the end of the story.

She never looked back.

Zheng Xianyun remained silent for a long time.

How could it not be shocking?

How could one not be shocked?

"Novels can be written like this..."

"What a genius."

"Here's my coin."

Zheng Qianyun felt lost and disappointed, and tipped 10000000 End Coins.

Congratulations to Qianqian for becoming the first Gold Alliance member of White Night Journey!

Ten thousand yuan was a painful sum for Zheng Qianyun.

But she was more interested in the author's story about carrying a knife in the rain without an umbrella...

Soon, someone contacted her to join the alliance leader group.

"The Golden Alliance has arrived!"

"Slim and elegant!"

"I bow down to the master!"

Ignoring these messages, Zheng Qianyun asked directly, "Where's the author?"

"I don't know, the fan group is a self-organized group," someone said.

Zheng Qianyun was somewhat disappointed.

She became increasingly curious about the man carrying a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.

Could an author capable of writing such realistic social fiction be a stern, bearded middle-aged man?

Tap, tap, tap...

Footsteps could be heard coming from the entrance hall.

A girl in a blue and white school uniform walked in. She lowered her head, stuffed her white socked feet into her slippers, and looked somewhat gloomy.

"You're back?" Zheng Qianyun looked over.

"Hmm." Zuo Hanzhi lowered her eyes listlessly and swayed as she walked towards the bedroom. "I'm going to sleep."

"Stop." Zheng Qianyun said coldly. "Sit."

She looked at her niece and asked, "Did he write you another love letter?"

Zuo Hanzhi pursed her lips.

"Where's the love letter?" Zheng Qianyun asked authoritatively, extending her hand.

"No, no, he didn't write it for me..." Zuo Hanzhi shook her head gently.

"He even wrote to other people?!" Upon hearing this, Zheng Qianyun was even more furious.

"No, he wrote it for someone else...." Zuo Hanzhi recited the poem "Slowly in the Past" and looked at her aunt cautiously.

"It's Lu Ran again..." Zheng Qianyun laughed in exasperation.

What should I say about this student?

If "When You Are Old" was just a fleeting glimpse, then "Once Upon a Time" completely revealed his extraordinary talent.

The most crucial question is, how old is he?

"Auntie, I'm going to sleep." Zuo Hanzhi saw Zheng Qianyun's silence and went back to her room.

Zheng Qianyun rubbed her temples in distress.

She had also heard during the day that Lu Ran had won first place in the preliminary round of the Southwest Division with a science fiction novel.

Such extraordinary talent.

She had previously been wary of Lu Ran, fearing that he would harass her precious niece.

But after reading these heartfelt love letters, I don't know what my niece was thinking; she almost succumbed to their tenderness and affection...

She's so good at flirting at such a young age, what will she be like when she grows up?

……

"Thank you, boss!"

"May the boss never die!"

Lu Ran is counting money until his hands are sore tonight.

As he predicted, after the finale of White Night Walk, its popularity soared again, with donations pouring in like snowflakes, and even a Gold Alliance member was revealed!

That's the nature of mystery novels; the climax is in the ending.

As expected, "White Night Walk" became the first Hall of Fame work on the online novel platform, ranking first in average subscriptions, rewards, comments, and popularity.

With the completion of the event for Yue0, he watched the surge in subscriptions in the background, and his excitement gradually subsided.

This wave—

Including tips, I roughly estimate that next month's royalties could soar to over one million!

This is the best of times.

Not only are writers highly regarded, but film and television dramas are also in their golden age. Audiences, whose economy is booming, are materially well-off but spiritually empty and in dire need of high-quality works.

Leaving aside publishing royalties, the authorities are discussing film and television adaptations. Conservatively speaking, the film adaptation rights alone are worth around five million!

The only regret is that my family doesn't believe me at all.

Indeed, it's unbelievable that a high school freshman could earn a million yuan a month by writing online novels—it sounds like a fantasy, even more outrageous than writing poetry—after all, poetry requires the sedimentation of time.

"How should we spend this money?"

Lu Ran lay in bed, staring at the moonlit ceiling, lost in thought.

If it were an adult, the first thought after having money would probably be to go to a bathhouse and find five masseuses to party with every night.

Lu Ran was different; he chose to eat noodles with two eggs the next morning.

The next day, early in the morning.

Tian Luojiao was wearing a gray suit skirt and flesh-colored stockings that were as thin as cicada wings.

Her wavy hair was also styled in a high bun, giving her a very mature and elegant look.

"Teacher Tian, ​​you're dressed so formally, are you going on a blind date?" Lu Ran joked.

"Pah, why would I go on blind dates at such a young age?" Tian Luo gave him a charming glare. "It's all because I'm worried about you, going to the publishing house to discuss the film and television adaptation rights."

"This...it's too much trouble for you." Lu Ran was touched. "How about I pay you a salary? Or you could just quit your job and become my full-time agent?"

"No way, you have to do a good job on the magazine, that's your reward. And that final novel can't be worse than White Night Walk." Tian Luojiao stepped into her high heels, instantly transforming from a little girl into a mature woman.

"Okay, don't worry."

Lu Ran has already decided what to write for the final novel in the "Huaizhong Pictorial"...

While it may seem like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, the classic status of this masterpiece needs no further explanation.

"To Live"