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

As soon as I opened the door, a refreshing citrus scent greeted me.

The room is spacious and bright with a wide view, and there is a private bathroom to the right of the entrance.

The door faces a full-length window that connects to an open-air balcony, where the blue sea and clear sky merge into one.

The sea breeze blew in from the balcony, making the sheer curtains billow.

"Damn it, it seems like I've really gotten myself on vacation."

Cheng Che muttered something, quickly packed his luggage, and then lay back on the soft bed.

There were still more than twenty minutes before the meeting, so Cheng Che wasn't in a hurry to go downstairs. He took out his phone to kill some time.

Previously, because I was under the camera's view, my phone was on Do Not Disturb mode. Now I can take this opportunity to check if anyone has sent me any messages.

The first messages that popped up were from Ms. Lin and the editor, Deadly Knife.

Ms. Lin sent messages that encouraged him to cheer up on the show and do his best.

As for the editor's deadly blade... well, as expected, he's urging for more updates on "Wings of Mourning" again.

Ever since he posted the notice of a hiatus, Cheng Che has been receiving reminders from the other party to update every day—twice a day, right on time, rain or shine, as precise as a human machine.

Besides the messages they sent him, Cheng Che was surprised to find that someone in the author group was also tagging him.

What could possibly happen in the group chat?

"It can't be that word got out that I participated in a variety show..." Cheng Che muttered to himself.

Previously, the production team of "Wandering Diary" had contacted the Chinese website to confirm Cheng Che's identity, so some people on the website, including the editor-in-chief, knew about his participation in the variety show.

However, they shouldn't be gossiping and spreading rumors without Cheng Che's permission...

As Cheng Che pondered this, he opened the group chat page.

I was shocked when I saw it! I had no idea what had happened, but the group was in an unprecedented frenzy!

Then, everyone—authors, editors, website headquarters staff, and even the editor-in-chief who rarely appears in public—suddenly chimed in with their comments.

They formed a neat queue that stretched for over 99 seconds and seemed to have no end.

The level of excitement was even greater than that of giving out red envelopes during Chinese New Year!

And the contents of this queue were clearly closely related to Cheng Che—

"@Zero, thank you to the best Zero in the world for sending me mango pomelo sago!"

All 99+ messages, without exception, first tagged themselves, followed by this sentence.

And even now, the length of the queue is still growing at a slow rate.

"...?"

What... what happened?

Cheng Che felt that his current level of bewilderment was about the same as when Liu Bei inexplicably obtained Xuzhou from Tao Qian without doing almost anything.

What does it mean to thank me for the mango pomelo sago dessert?

What did I do?

Cheng Che thought for a moment, then left the group chat and reopened the chat window with the editor, Deadly Blade.

Cheng Che: What happened? Why are so many people tagging me in the group chat for no reason?

As an editor who needs to work in front of a computer for long periods of time, the "Deadly Blade" skill is almost always available.

Deadly Blade: In the group chat? Zero, are you talking about the mango pomelo sago? Speaking of which, I have a share too.

Deadly Blade: Thank you to the world's best Zero for sending mango pomelo sago!

Deadly Blade: As for what happened... Zero, you'll know once you go and take a look at your book review section.

Book review section?

Cheng Che frowned, realizing that things might not be so simple.

He first logged into his author account.

After a moment's thought, I clicked into the book review section of the chapter I had posted a few days earlier.

Cheng Che immediately spotted the comment that was pinned to the top of the book review section, posted at 21:37 last night, and already had over 10,000 likes.

From user "Xia Mi Ke Ai Nie":

"Wow, I really admire Zero's writing style. I love the characters and stories Zero creates."

I've always wanted to send some gifts to Zero to express my respect, but Zero's identity is too mysterious. He has never shown his face since serializing his novel on the Chinese website.

I had no choice but to send this small token of my appreciation to the headquarters of the Chinese website company. I hope Lingda will receive it (heart emoji)!

(A high-resolution image is attached below.)

Cheng Che clicked on the image and found that it was a screenshot of a food delivery order.

The takeout order was for... a large cup of mango pomelo sago with standard sugar, standard ice, and no extra toppings.

Cheng Che touched his nose and then began replying to the comment.

At this point, although there were still over 10,000 replies, there were already over 1,000, and the order was just as neat as in the author group.

From top to bottom, all the screenshots are of takeout orders for mango pomelo sago.

At the same time, everyone followed with: "A little something, I hope Ling Da receives it (heart emoji)!"

I think I'm gradually understanding everything... Cheng Che raised his hand to his forehead, feeling that the course of events was now obvious.

This adorable girl named "Xia Mi Ke Ai Nie" posted this comment yesterday, and it unexpectedly went viral.

When the readers saw this, they thought, "Wow, this is hilarious! I have to join in the fun!"

So people stopped sending razor blades and started sending mango pomelo sago to Chinese websites, since the effect was the same anyway.

Yes, they all want to "kill" me, the author.

Then, today, the headquarters of the Chinese website received a large number of orders for mango pomelo sago.

Because he is allergic to mangoes and is not at the company, Cheng Che—the author himself—definitely cannot accept these gifts of love.

To prevent waste, they had to be distributed one by one to the editors, authors, and other staff members at the company.

And since humans love to watch the fun, and they don't mind making things worse, they simply went to the group chat and tagged themselves, offering thanks that may or may not have been sincere.

...Well, it's pretty good. The readers were happy to vent their emotions, everyone in the company was happy to have drinks, and the onlookers were happy to have something to watch.

Even the author himself received a huge amount of thanks.

Killing four birds with one stone!

That reader named "Xia Mi is so cute" is definitely a genius.

Just as Cheng Che was thinking this, his editor, Deadly Blade, sent another new message.

Deadly Blade: Have you finished watching, Master Zero? Anyway, that's roughly the situation.

Deadly Blade: The company has been receiving takeout orders since this morning, mostly mango pomelo sago, and the rest are various mango drinks, or simply mangoes.

Deadly Blade: I've collected at least three or four hundred cups today. I can't finish them all, I simply can't finish them all. Even the doorman got a share, and the refrigerator is overflowing.

Cheng Che frowned upon seeing this.

Having too many drinks and not being able to finish them is indeed a problem, since wasting them is definitely wrong.

Moreover, I am now considered a semi-public figure, and my every word and action is under the surveillance of the Internet, so I cannot be too hasty or careless in my actions.

What should we do then...?

Just as Cheng Che was pondering, Deadly Blade sent a solution.

Deadly Blade: So, Master Zero, you're not at the company, and you're allergic to mangoes, so you definitely can't enjoy these things.

Deadly Blade: But there are just too many things now, and we expect to receive a lot more in the next few days. The company alone definitely can't handle it all.

Deadly Blade: So, the editor-in-chief means that if you agree, you can publish another chapter...