I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

Just as Cheng Che was about to continue scrolling down, he suddenly heard a soft "click" sound coming from the balcony next door.

He subconsciously turned his head to look.

Tian Xiwei pushed open the glass door and walked out onto the balcony of room number 4 next door.

She was wearing a pale yellow loungewear dress, and her wet hair was draped over her shoulders, clearly indicating that she had just taken a shower.

She seemed unaware that there was someone on the neighboring balcony; she simply leaned against the balcony edge, looking up at the night sky.

The moonlight was beautiful tonight, and its silvery glow fell on her face, making her profile look exceptionally soft.

Cheng Che thought for a moment, then felt it wouldn't be polite not to speak, so he took the initiative to greet him: "Not asleep yet?"

Tian Xiwei was clearly startled by the sudden sound, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she turned her head and saw that it was Cheng Che.

"You startled me." She patted her chest. "You weren't asleep either?"

"Online novel authors who go to bed at 10 p.m. are just as rare as the giant pandas in your hometown." Cheng Che shrugged—he remembered that Tian Xiwei was from the Sichuan-Chongqing region.

"That is indeed something to cherish very much." Tian Xiwei wholeheartedly agreed, finding Cheng Che's example to be very easy to understand.

"So you brought your laptop to the balcony to write a novel?" Her gaze fell on the laptop on Cheng Che's lap.

"Yeah, we online novelists are like gamblers, always in debt." Cheng Che nodded, "except our debts are usually legal."

Tian Xiwei was amused by his analogy: "How come you always think of things like that? Are all online novel authors as eloquent as you?"

"You know what, while not all of them are, there are quite a few online novel authors who can spout nonsense." Cheng Che briefly recalled his author friends.

Wow, I've discovered that online novel authors have a really high talent rate; they're all masters of spouting nonsense.

"I just searched for things related to online novels in my room and found that your circle seems quite interesting."

She rested her arms on the railing, her hands supporting her chin, her cheeks slightly squeezed.

"Could you tell me what your pen name is?" She suddenly turned her head, her eyes sparkling like the stars in the vast sky.

"No." Cheng Che refused reflexively.

"Tell me secretly, and I promise I won't tell anyone else. I swear!" Tian Xiwei didn't give up.

As she spoke, she raised her left hand and extended three fingers.

"That won't work either." Cheng Che shook his head again.

"Stingy," Tian Xiwei pouted.

If she doesn't want to talk about it, she doesn't want to know anymore.

"You don't understand, I have something I can't say about it!" Cheng Che sighed.

What a joke! If I tell her my pen name, by the time she finishes reading "Dragon Raja," this friendship will probably be over before it even begins.

"Alright." Hearing Cheng Che say that, Tian Xiwei didn't press the matter any further.

She thought for a moment and changed the subject: "As an online novelist, you must have read 'Dragon Raja,' right? It's the novel that was in the top ten trending topics a few days ago. Is it a good novel?"

"I saw in the comments section of a Weibo post today that netizens are saying 'Dragon Raja' is a 'feel-good' novel. Is that true?"

She was a little confused because she clearly remembered that just a few days ago, "Dragon Raja" had become a trending topic because a character was killed off.

"...?"

Cheng Che, look at the mess your readers are making every day!

Is there any morality left? Is there any principle left? Is there any humanity left?

With immense grief, Cheng Che prepared to salvage the situation.

"There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes. How about this?" he said after a moment of contemplation.

"I won't bother you. I'll just give you a brief description of the story of 'Dragon Raja.' You can judge for yourself whether it's a wish-fulfillment novel or not."

"Okay." Tian Xiwei thought he made a lot of sense and nodded immediately.

"First of all," Cheng Che explained, "Dragon Raja is an urban campus romance fantasy novel."

"Then the protagonist is one of the few 'S' level big shots in the whole book. On his first day of school, without attending a single class, he directly killed the two strongest students in the school at that time and became famous overnight."

"Furthermore, the protagonist has special skills. Every time he is in dire straits, he can transform like Ultraman, punching the Dragon King and kicking the secret agents. He has taken down almost all of the strongest bosses in the entire book."

"In the later stages, the protagonist's name shines as brightly as the sun; whenever he appears, it excites and cheers countless people."

"Yeah, that's about it," he said with a serious expression.

"real?"

"I swear on the potato and green bean braised noodles I made tonight, every word I say is true." Cheng Che raised his hand and held up three fingers as if swearing.

"Then it seems it really is true." Tian Xiwei was filled with respect.

Since he was willing to use something so authoritative as a guarantee, she was also willing to believe him completely!

"I've decided, I'll read this novel before I go to bed!" She made up her mind completely.

Seeing her like this, Cheng Che smiled with relief.

He lied again (crossed out).

He then used his sincerity to win over another reader.

I've secured another portion of rice.

It's true that telling the truth is always the right thing to do in interpersonal relationships. I love telling the truth!

……

The night grew even darker.

A sea breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness.

Tian Xiwei sneezed slightly and felt a little cold.

"Go back quickly if you're cold." Cheng Che glanced at her. "Your hair isn't dry yet."

Upon hearing this, Tian Xiwei suddenly realized that her hair was still wet, and she was afraid she would catch a cold if she didn't go back and dry it.

"Thank you for reminding me. I'll head back now." She said, turning and walking towards her balcony door.

Before pushing the door open, she paused, turned back, and said, "Goodnight, Cheng Che."

"Good night," Cheng Che replied.

The glass door closed gently.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Cheng Che could vaguely hear the sound of a hairdryer.

After a while, the sound stopped, and the light in room number 4 went out.

Cheng Che turned his gaze back to the laptop screen in front of him.

He logged into the author backend, created a new blank chapter, stared at the blank page for a few seconds, and then typed the first line—

Dragon Raja Prequel: Wings of Mourning

In fact, as a transmigrator, this is probably Cheng Che's cheat code—he can recall everything he saw in his previous life without any mistakes, as long as he thinks back a little.

He continued typing:

"Autumn, 1900, late at night, drizzling rain, Hamburg port, Germany."

"The lighthouse's gas lamp, like a gleaming sword, spins and cuts through the darkness, slicing across the dock and leaving a slender, upright silhouette..."

The night was deep, the sea breeze was still blowing, and only the soft tapping of the keyboard and the distant, gentle waves could be heard on the balcony.

The story is unfolding quietly.