Reborn in 2006, I met Mr. Zhou from the past.

Oh, so this is what they were waiting for me. Su Fengnan knew perfectly well that her homeroom teacher definitely didn't want her to participate in the art exam. If her grades remained mediocre, the art exam might be a fallback option.

But now that the total score has increased, in Teacher Xu's eyes, the considerations are different in all aspects.

"Teacher, I haven't been to my vocal lessons since the beginning of the month. I'm not preparing for the art college entrance exam anymore," Su Fengnan replied simply and clearly, without the slightest hesitation.

The homeroom teacher was clearly surprised, her eyes widening slightly behind her glasses: "You've made up your mind?"

"Yes, it's decided. So we'll do our best to catch up on our academic subjects!" Su Fengnan's voice was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable certainty.

The homeroom teacher, who had prepared a prepared speech, was choked back by these words, the words stuck in his throat. He picked up his thermos and took a sip of water before he could catch his breath.

"Okay, since you've made up your mind, then keep it up. It's just that math..."

Su Fengnan chimed in, not giving the teacher a chance to continue nagging: "Teacher, don't worry, I already have a plan for math. I'll find time to catch up on lessons."

When Su Fengnan returned to the classroom, Ning Xiaojun immediately came over: "How did it go? What did the teacher want to talk to you about?"

Su Fengnan smiled sweetly at her: "It's nothing, I just asked about my grades and hope that I can keep them up and not slip up, so that I can get into a good university next year as he wishes."

"Huh? Does that mean he'll be focusing on you? You'd better watch out, he's definitely prepared a ton of practice papers for you to work on." Ning Xiaojun looked at her with a "good luck" expression.

Before the words were finished, the school bell rang shrilly.

The last two periods in the morning were the homeroom teacher's history class and Mr. Liu's politics class. Since it was close to the end of the semester and the textbook content was basically finished, the teachers arranged for them to be self-study sessions.

As a result, the students were busy doing practice problems during the self-study period.

At noon, Su Fengnan went to the newly opened internet cafe as usual.

As soon as it went live, that familiar cartoon avatar started jumping around in the taskbar. Su Fengnan clicked on it, read the content, and immediately and skillfully opened the backend website.

The editor told her that after her book "Return" made it onto the list, its exposure increased dramatically, with clicks, favorites, and comments skyrocketing, and donations pouring in. Currently, "Return" has been pushed to third place on the list by readers, and at this rate, it's only a matter of time before it reaches number one.

This internet cafe had only recently opened, and all the equipment was brand new. It ran smoothly, and webpages loaded extremely quickly. Watching the steadily rising graphs in the backend, Su Fengnan was so happy she almost cried tears of joy.

Scrolling down further, the comment section was already in an uproar. There were so many messages she couldn't read them all; some were asking about the plot, some were discussing the emotions, and of course, there were plenty of arguments. She was quickly browsing when her notification sounded again.

"Finally, you're online!"

"Sorry, I have exams these past two days and haven't had time to go online."

"An exam? You're a university student?"

"Um."

On the other side of the screen, Editor Song took a sip of coffee, paced back and forth in the office, thought for a moment, and then sat back down at the computer and started typing.

"Did you see the rising numbers?"

"I saw it."

Did you see the comments section?

"I saw it."

"I have an idea, listen to it."

Without waiting for her reply, Editor Song sent a string of words: "Look at your readers' comments. Some are plot analyses, some are questions about emotions, and some are arguments. Of course, most of them are people who like you."

"Moreover, most of the questions about relationships come from female readers. My personal suggestion is that you set aside some time to interact with these readers and answer their questions. Over time, you could even start a Q&A column, which would attract a group of loyal and engaged fans."

Su Fengnan looked at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips. This Editor Song's keen insight and perspective were already earning her points; they were practically on the same wavelength.

"Okay, let's set it for every Sunday morning. You know I don't have much time, and readers' questions need to be collected and organized in advance, and sent to me the day before the answer. I'll probably need to trouble Editor Song with this part of the work."

Editor Song didn't expect "Xinyuan" to agree so readily; it couldn't be more convenient.

"No problem, I'll collect and organize them and send them to you in a bit."

"We also need to issue an announcement to let the readers know!"

"I'll send it."

"Thank you for your hard work, Editor Song. I'm going to get back to writing now. I haven't updated for two days, and the readers are starting to complain."

Editor Song sent an "OK" gesture.

After closing the chat window, Su Fengnan saw another friend request awaiting verification and casually accepted it. Regardless of whether the person on the other end was online, it was always polite to say hello first.

She had seen the application a couple of days ago, but she had told them beforehand that it wouldn't be online until the weekend, which was why Su Fengnan had delayed until today. Seeing that there was no immediate reply, she stopped following the Penguin account.

She took out her notebook, where she had already written down the plot of the past two days. The addition of subplots made the main storyline even more dramatic.

Two hours later, the entire contents of the notebook had been converted into a document. Su Fengnan glanced at the word count; it had reached 550,000 words. It was almost finished. Once it was finished, she would receive royalties, and with that money, she could ease the burden on her family.

Thinking about this, her heart couldn't help but surge with excitement. Remembering her interaction with readers tomorrow, Su Fengnan refreshed the page and saw the announcement prominently displayed:

"To thank all readers for their love and support, during the update period of 'Return,' Xinyuan will interact with everyone every Sunday morning and answer your questions about relationships. We have compiled your questions and sent them to Xinyuan. Readers who asked questions are welcome to come and collect your answers tomorrow!"

The comment section instantly erupted, but time was of the essence, and Su Fengnan didn't have time to read it carefully.

Just as I closed the page and was about to log off, the beeping sound rang again.

"You've been at an internet cafe all day? Have you had lunch yet?"

"have eaten."

"No classes today?"

"I have to go now, so I'm running out of time. Brother Zhou, I have to log off now, sorry!"

"Okay, go quickly."

Su Fengnan sent a "thank you" emoji, quickly logged off, packed her schoolbag, and ran out.

Unbeknownst to Su Fengnan, Zhou Chenyu noticed her the moment she logged on. In this small county, legitimate internet cafes were few and far between. Through analysis, Zhou Chenyu accurately pinpointed her location.

When he found Su Fengnan, he saw her sitting in front of the computer intently, her fingers flying across the keyboard, as if the noise around her had nothing to do with her.

Zhou Chenyu chose a seat in the row behind Su Fengnan, opened his computer and browsed casually, but his mind remained fixed on the petite figure in the row in front of him. He glanced at the webpage she had visited, searched for it, and clicked on it, finding it to be a novel website.

Could she be writing a novel? Zhou Chenyu wondered, but her hands were not idle. She quickly found Su Fengnan's work and began to read it.

Time flew by, and it wasn't until Su Fengnan closed the page and got up to leave that Zhou Chenyu, who was behind her, typed a message for her.

This time, Zhou Chenyu was certain that the feeling he got from this young woman was different.

Su Fengnan had been gone for quite a while before Zhou Chenyu snapped out of her reverie, muttering to herself, "Could she... be the one destined for me?"