Scum Coercion

"Senior, senior?"

"Ah, what's the matter?"

Because I was lost in thought again, at some point the bulging Xue Li waved me back and pulled me back.

She seemed to be dissatisfied with my frequent distractions, but she didn't dare to complain, so she just complained silently with resentful eyes.

"I, should I continue writing now?"

"No need!"

Hearing this, I flatly refused.

She clearly showed disappointment and bewilderment.

A bitter voice escaped from trembling lips.

"Sure enough, I still can't be recognized by the seniors... The writing level of a three-legged cat like me..."

"No, it's my fault this time. The questions I gave you are too difficult."

"Uh, a question?"

"Well, I asked you to write novels with popular themes, in fact, to test your ability to adapt to changing situations, and judging from the results, you have indeed fulfilled my expectations. As for the novel itself, it is not important, it is just my testing tool. .”

"So that's the case, you are indeed a witty senior!"

Sydney simply believed my impromptu nonsense and showed a convinced expression.

Then she tilted her head.

"So, what's next?"

"Ahem, in short, although I still support you in writing novels, they are not online novels blindly chasing hot spots, but literary novels that you like and are indeed excellent."

"Hmm, do you mean I should submit an article to a magazine?"

"That's pretty much it, so you can gather inspiration from the recent past."

"Inspiration..."

She thought for a while, and immediately turned into a bitter face.

"I really don't have any inspiration."

"It's so troublesome... Then, let's start with hobbies. Don't you know how to read novels and comics? What kind of genre do you read?"

"Hey? Why are you asking this?"

She suddenly widened her eyes, and inexplicably retreated a few steps nervously, showing a vigilant expression.

And I narrowed my eyes, feeling her shame.

"Just talk about it, so that you can prescribe the right medicine. There is a saying that you have seen pigs run without eating pork. You have read so many types of novels, so you must be able to write them?"

"Uh... That's what I said, but I, I'm reading romance novels, so I'm a little embarrassed..."

When Xueli said this, she obviously showed a shaken and shy atmosphere, covering her cheek with one hand and turning her head sideways, not daring to look at me.

Sure enough.

After all, she is a puberty female high school student at this age, and she doesn't expect to be interested in any hot-blooded suspense. The beautiful and flowery topic of love must be everyone's first favorite topic.

"Romance novels are novels about love, right? Are you interested in writing romance novels?"

"Ugh...Although it's a little bit, it's better to say that I am also very interested in love, but after all, I have no experience in love, and I can't write anything..."

She swayed her poor body while clutching her cheeks, but because of the smooth lines of her thin legs, she still gave me a pleasing feeling.

Ah, this girl is really good...in terms of appearance.

That's fine.

I quickly drew up a plan in my mind to raise her into a vigorous girl.

Of course, this plan has a feeling of pushing my own daughter out, but there is no way, because I already have a girlfriend, and there is Ziyuan who loves me deeply, and it is not a two-dimensional world, so I can't do it either. Opening a harem, it is impossible to [-]% conceal crimes and evade the rules of the criminal law, so now I don't want to involve more people.

Jasmine is always a ticking time bomb. Now she hasn't broken the jar and called the police, but if one day she figured it out and called the police, I would be screwed.Either keeping her by my side or throwing her away may lead to such an ending, so I am still troubled now.

(Forget it, this is a long-term problem, no need to think about it now.)

As I said this to myself, I glanced at the time.

Damn, it's 8 o'clock, a little late.

"Sydney, it's getting late, will your parents be worried?"

"Hey?"

She tilted her head in confusion, and then her face changed drastically.

"Wow, I forgot to tell my parents!"

"babble?"

I saw the female high school student in front of me put on the pocket of her skirt with a panicked look, stared at the screen, and screamed again.

"A dozen missed calls!"