I will never give in to Miss Death

At that time, someone in the group asked Daxu why she could type so fast. Daxu replied that she had adjusted her input method. Others would only get two words at most when typing two letters, but her input method would directly pop up a whole sentence. Then, her muscle memory allowed her to directly select the sentence she needed without looking, achieving the terrifying speed of dozens of words per second and hundreds of words per minute.

At that time, some people in the group said that Daxu was a tentacle monster with at least four pairs of hands. Some also said that Daxu was a "six-fingered piano demon" who was an uncle with abnormal hands but could type on the keyboard flexibly. Some even described this person as a human typewriter or simply an entire studio.

As for me, my impression of "Da Xu" is that she is an adult woman similar to Kobayashi, the protagonist of "Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid", who is serious and meticulous in her work.

I didn't expect that the real Daxu would be so different from my impression of him.

Judging from her appearance, Da Xu, who was sitting across from me at the table, was probably only about 23 or 24 years old, and looked like she had just graduated from college. She had two ponytails and looked a lot “weaker” than Kobayashi in “Dragon Maid”. Her complexion was also much worse than that of an ordinary girl. At first glance, I felt like “she looks so weak”.

It was as if...she had suffered from some serious illness.

Moreover, compared to the energetic and active Daxu in the group who drags everyone into the 3-word coding room every day, the "Daxu" at the author conference rarely speaks throughout the whole process. He either stares at the table in a daze, occasionally looking at the editor-in-chief Da G who is speaking on the stage, or he just lowers his head and plays with his mobile phone.

You have to know that those who can come to the authors' conference are basically best-selling authors. The fact that a part-time writer appears here can only mean... that her income is very high.

Perhaps sometimes "going for quantity" is also an option when it comes to novels.

"It's a market economy now. I think we can change our thinking a little bit. Look at some short video platforms. They used to maintain their operations through short videos and advertising monetization. Now advertising may not be able to sustain them, so they have started to adopt some mixed economic paths. I remember that... that short video, didn't it start live streaming to sell all kinds of things? My brother bought his graphics card on a short video platform."

"You mean Honeydew Bag can cooperate with some manufacturers and provide some merchandise in addition to novels? Aren't you afraid of losing money?"

"I don't know. I'm just offering a suggestion. Haven't you already made the virtual image of Honeydew Girl? Then you can do a live broadcast to sell goods, or make a fan game or something."

"Forget it. This is very risky. I think it's better to focus on novels. Miguabao and Yaedo are novel websites. If we don't focus on online novels and try other things, it will be a mess."

"..."

In this way, starting from around four in the afternoon, the dishes were served and everyone started eating. Then, while eating, they discussed the treatment of authors and readers of the new website after the merger and the future development of the website. We talked until about half past six, when this "authors' conference" that made me a little sleepy came to an end.

"That's about it. We will consider everyone's opinions after we go back. Xiao Lu, please notify the company WeChat group when you go back. We will have a meeting tomorrow morning to summarize the opinions we collected today."

After handing out a boxed "souvenir" to each reader present, the editor-in-chief, Big G, stepped down from the stage and said, "Everyone who attends the author conference today will be recommended when they return. Just tell the corresponding responsible editor about your book, and the recommendation will be arranged by the end of June."

"Ah...it's finally over."

Hearing what Big G said, the girls sitting in front of me collapsed weakly and took out their phones: "Nuo'er, let's take a photo together?"

I was a little surprised: "Huh?"

"Come on, stop sighing. I heard they charge you for taking a photo with you at the coffee shop. But you don't have to pay here, right? Come on, come on."

"This one……"

"Xiaomo, is it okay for us to borrow your Nuoer?"

"Of course it's okay. But be careful. Although Nuo'er is a little kitten, she still has a temper. Be careful that she will bite you with her big fangs."

When I heard Yin Xiamo say this, I turned around without thinking and bit her exposed arm.

"Ah - did you see that? The kitten bit me! Unfortunately, my baby teeth are so soft that it doesn't hurt."

"Don't act like a spoiled child, Nuo'er. Let's just take a photo. We took a train for several hours to get here, but we only got a meal and a recommendation. I feel a bit disappointed."

"It's not a loss to take a photo with me!"

"Of course! Hey, you and Xia Mo have such good skin, my god! It feels like a doll's. How did you manage to make it so smooth and tender? I'm so jealous..."

Amid the chattering of the female authors, I was carried to the middle of the box like a kitten, followed by a burst of "clicking" lights.

"..."

"that……"

On the way back, the author "Daxu", who had been silent the whole time, gave me a letter: "Are you the uncle who loves Loli in the group, or the Yin Nuoer in the coffee shop here?"

"Ah."

I took the letter and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

As for our relationship, there wasn't actually much communication between Daxu and I. The most we did was write books together under Catmint and we once spelled together in the spelling room.

But because Daxu's writing speed is so fast, the average person only writes 2000 to 6000 words a day, which takes less than half an hour for Daxu. Every room ends in a hurry, so we have very few conversations.

We know each other, but have never talked much, and are only slightly closer than strangers - this is the relationship between Daxu and me.

However, I was very surprised that she actually came to the authors' conference today and prepared an envelope for me in advance.

Envelopes, like stamps, are antiques. In the past, besides sending letters, envelopes were used to hold money, love letters, or letterheads with confidential information. In short, anything that can be enclosed in an envelope... is generally very important.

"That's it... this, you can read it when you go back and are alone."

Daxu adjusted his glasses, put his hands behind his back, and looked shy: "What happened between us... is very important."

What's going on between us?

I took a quick look at the envelope in my hand and could vaguely feel that there were several thick sheets of paper inside. I didn't know if it was a letter or something else.

By the way, did I know this old tentacle coder in the catnip group before? No?

Isn't she the author of Honey Melon Bag? I used to be an author of Yaedo. I came here after the two websites merged. I only knew her when the editor asked us to spell together that day.

"It's really an important matter, please..."

Seeing that I was a little confused, Daxu lowered his head and repeated his words again with a red face: "Watch it when you are alone."

I subconsciously gave Yin Xiamo beside me a curious look, and in response, the Miss Death just shrugged her shoulders to indicate that she didn't know either.

"Sorry to bother you..."

Then, Daxu, who gave me the envelope, took his backpack and walked out of the box with a red face.

Eh?

"Not bad, Xiao Nuoer."

After Daxu left, Yin Xiamo came up and said, "You've actually learned to flirt with other little female cats outside."

"It's unfair. I don't even know her."

I held the envelope above my head and looked at the light bar on the box ceiling.

The feeling was the same as before. There were several stacked documents inside, or a long letter, with densely written words on the paper.

Could it really be a love letter?

Well, forget it. Since others told me to look at it when I’m alone, I’ll just wait until Xiaomo takes a shower when I get home to open it.

"Also, what does it mean to hook up with a little she-cat?"

Putting the envelope into the rabbit backpack behind me, I glared at Yin Xiamo: "It's hard enough to have you at home!"

"Do you really have this plan?"

"no!"

"The kitten is not behaving well and must be punished."

"Hey! This is a hotel, don't mess around!"

"What does it matter? That's not what a certain little fountain said before."

"Explain to me what the little fountain means!"

"Ah... the little fountain might indeed be a bit excessive, and what about... the broken faucet?"

"You're getting more and more ridiculous...did you do anything while I was fainted?"

"I didn't do anything, you know? Cute water magician?"

"..."

After coming out of the hotel with Yin Xiamo, we took the bus back.

Just like when we came here during the day, probably because our destination was the sparsely populated Nannai district, there weren't many people on the bus back, so Yin Xiamo and I easily grabbed a window seat in the back seat of the car.

"Ugh..."

As soon as I got on the bus, I felt sleepy because I didn’t take much of a nap today and had been busy all day. “Xiaomo, are you sleepy?”

"Death doesn't get tired. Sleeping every day is just a habit."

Yin Xiamo was quite open-minded. She patted her thigh and said, "Come on. I'll call you when we get there."

"I still feel like something is wrong with the heat stroke at noon."

Although I said that, the blood was all concentrated in my stomach after I had just eaten, and my body had not had much rest, so I instinctively lay down on Yin Xiamo's soft thighs.

"Then I'll sleep?"

"Go to sleep, go to sleep. I am very satisfied today. This is a reward for you."

"What do you mean you are very satisfied? Your words are getting weirder and weirder."

I took one last look at the time on my phone, then put it back in my pants pocket. "Then I'll apply for the name I mentioned before when I get back, okay?"

"Are you talking about the Wanhua Spiritual?"

"What do you mean by psychic flowers? I'm talking about chameleons."

"Isn't the setting of the chameleon girl the same as the flower spirit?"

"It's just a pen name, whatever you want to understand."

I yawned. “Even though I didn’t do anything today, I still… worked hard for myself.”

"..."

……

I don't know how much time had passed, but as the dark fog gradually dissipated, I found myself on a high city wall.

Outside the wall was endless darkness.

In the darkness, a slightly mature male voice sounded faintly -

【Do you like flowers? 】

Then, there was a crisp female voice——

【dislike. 】

【why? 】

[Flowers are just the living organs of plants, they just look prettier]

[Do all demons think this way? Or are demons' bodies...repellent or sensitive to flowers?]

[No, it's just that the demons don't have such a custom. Humans like to use flowers for decoration, but the picked flowers will die in about ten days, and we need to find new bouquets. We demons are different. My mother likes to hang the heads of human heroes she killed in the hall. Even if they turn into skulls thousands of years later, they will not disappear.]

[The skull is so scary, don’t you feel… awkward living in a house like this? The skull is ugly, isn’t it? ]

[In our aesthetics, the bodies of most humans and demons are very beautiful, so the skull is also a work of art]

[But flowers can emit a fragrance that can calm people's mood, and their colors are much more beautiful than the dilapidated world, aren't they? ]

[Does the brave man like beauty very much? 】

[Ah... I just think that the elves, cats, and succubi we met before all have their own beauty. The world is like this. Isn't the meaning of our survival to discover beauty? ]

[But whether it is the elves, cats, or succubi, their beauty is incomplete, and just like flowers, there is no such thing as eternity.]

[Does Xiaomo like to combine beauty and eternity? ]

[Petring the head is prohibited]

[Hehe, Xiaomo, your expression just now seemed to be saying... When I grow up, I will freeze these beautiful things together and show them to the brave man.]

[Is it not possible? ]

[Shouldn't it be possible? ]

【I will try】

【Um? 】

【…】

……

I was woken up by Yin Xiamo who was beside me.

I opened my eyes drowsily to the dual stereo sounds of the bus: "Xingxing Road South, we're here. Please take your belongings and get off the bus" and Yin Xiamo's "Kitty, we're at the station, get up quickly."

"Are...are we here?"

"reached!"

Yin Xiamo helped me get the bunny schoolbag over: "Just now you were restless on my lap. Tell me, what was your dream?"