Chapter 125 Writer
"That's right. Would anyone else feed you like this?" Li Zhuangsheng nodded with a smile. "When you graduate from college and become the CEO of a group or a senior government official, don't forget that I always treated you to meals in high school. You must take me flying! Don't pretend not to know me when you see me begging on the street. You can hire me as your driver, bodyguard, or nanny or something like that!"

"Okay, I'll let you be my secretary then." Lin Yuehua knew that the other party was joking, so she agreed seriously.

Li Zhuangsheng nodded vigorously, with a flattering look: "No problem, you can just give me 3,000 a month. I will serve you tea and water, listen to you and do whatever you ask me to do, without any second thoughts, and I promise to serve you well!"

Lin Yuehua couldn't help but smile slightly: "That's what you said, just do whatever I tell you to do."

"Of course, I'm lying to you, I'm a puppy!" Li Zhuangsheng agreed casually, "Just don't use the steel wool!"

"Steel wool?"

"Oh, nothing." Li Zhuangsheng waved his hand and muttered quietly, "I need to go out for a while, give me my phone."

"No, I'll give it to you after evening study!"

"We're watching a movie now, can't you let me play with my phone for a while?"

"You can watch movies, but your phone has to be put aside for the day."

"I'm really busy!"

"What is it? Then I'll watch from the side."

"That's fine. But it would be too conspicuous if we both left the classroom together. You go first and wait for me at the school gate. I'll be there soon."

Li Zhuangsheng said it didn't matter, and took the initiative to propose a plan to leave. Anyway, Lin Yuehua had to know it.

Lin Yuehua hesitated for a moment, thinking that leaving the evening study session without permission was a violation of school rules, even though they were just watching a movie and tomorrow would be the month-long holiday.

"it is good."

Lin Yuehua finally agreed. Perhaps for her, "skipping classes" was also an exciting and novel experience.

The two came to the bushes near the school gate, and Lin Yuehua temporarily returned the phone to Li Zhuangsheng.

Li Zhuangsheng handed it over voluntarily this time. As a severe internet addict, giving his phone to Lin Yuehua for safekeeping would have the most significant effect.

"Hello, boss. Oh, I don't want food... Please go to the bookstore next door and ask if the latest issue of "Novel Drawing" has arrived. If it has, please bring me a copy. Um, just hand it to me at the usual place. I'll give you five dollars for your errands." Li Zhuangsheng hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Lin Yuehua glanced sideways: "Who are you calling?"

"The boss of the 'Zheng Da Wang' across the street. I used to order takeout from them, so I have his number. Now I want him to buy a book for me."

"Why are you in such a hurry to buy books?"

"Do you know where I usually go at noon? I go to write literature! Now my work is going to be published in a magazine, isn't it awesome?"

Li Zhuangsheng puffed out his chest.

Since Lin Yuehua always coveted his "lunch time" and used both soft and hard tactics to make him study hard at noon whenever she had the chance, Li Zhuangsheng decided to find a good excuse to shut her up.

Writing online articles is also a legitimate reason. It is strictly speaking quite rare for a high school student to be a contracted writer for a website and even have good grades. Even Lin Yuehua can't say anything about it.

But most online writers don’t want to let people around them know what they are writing, because it will really kill the company. At this time, the review of Qidian was quite loose, and many novels were also very violent... If he was not worried about misleading the village chief Chu when he was a primary school student, Li Zhuangsheng would have wanted to vigorously touch the edge in every chapter.

Therefore, before he started writing online articles, Li Zhuangsheng spent a few days writing a short story of more than 10,000 words and submitted it to Xiaoshuohui. Xiaoshuohui is a paper media, and its quality is even higher.

"What did you say?"

Lin Yuehua thought Li Zhuangsheng was still joking with him. Li Zhuangsheng snorted arrogantly: "I said, I am a writer now, please be more respectful to me in the future, and don't knock my head at every turn!"

Lin Yuehua looked him up and down and thought it was the sequelae of the other person's last "car accident" in the head.

Li Zhuangsheng ignored Lin Yuehua's doubts, after all, there were facts to prove her wrong.

Soon, the boss of Zheng Da Wang came over and stuffed the book in through the gap in the fence. Li Zhuangsheng paid the money and thanked him again.

He opened the catalog, saw his own novel, closed it with satisfaction, and motioned Lin Yuehua to follow him.

The two came to the playground, where there were a few people walking around who had skipped evening self-study like them. There were even young couples holding hands and whispering in each other's ears while laughing. The huge runway was filled with a sour and stinky smell.

If I report these guys who are in love too early and don't learn well to the Academic Affairs Office, will our class get extra points for health and moral education? Li Zhuangsheng thought seriously.

The platform in his memory stood silently in front of him. In recent days, Li Zhuangsheng came to see it several times and was glad that it was still there.

The two of them sat on the second level of the platform. Li Zhuangsheng handed the book to Lin Yuehua and said proudly, "Start reading from page 52. By the way, check out who the author is."

Lin Yuehua opened it and was stunned. The author was written as: Li Zhuangsheng.

She turned her head to look for Li Zhuangsheng, but he had already climbed to the top floor and was lying on the wooden board, leisurely eating the pear given by Lin Yuehua. He seemed not to notice Lin Yuehua's surprised look, and his face was calm.

"Did you write this?" Lin Yuehua raised her voice slightly.

"What do you think?" Li Zhuangsheng snorted.

In order to appear more impressive, he deliberately did not use a pen name.

Lin Yuehua was silent, and quietly climbed to a step below Li Zhuangsheng, and began to read under the faint light coming from afar.

Li Zhuangsheng ate the pear calmly. What he was eating at the moment was not the pear, but the status of a "writer".

He lay on the highest point of the platform, looking up at the starry sky. The cool evening breeze tickled his neck, making it itchy.

This was the first time he lay here after his rebirth. Li Zhuangsheng squinted his eyes and relived his old dream.

However, compared to his wild and unlimited imagination back then, even if he lies in the same place now, he can no longer have those immature fantasies.

"When I was young, I was proud of my lofty writing skills, but now, my youth has faded, and I feel desolate..." Li Zhuangsheng let out a sigh of relief and muttered to himself.

He was extremely arrogant back then. Although his novel writing style and structure were completely useless, he firmly looked down on those great online writers. He believed that he would become someone comparable to Cao Xueqin and that he was destined to go down in history!
Until no one was interested in his first online article, until he shamelessly chatted privately with those "great gods" who could sign contracts with the website to ask for advice but was ignored... he was just showing off his treasure with a pile of shit.

Even though he later achieved some success with his writing, those "signed gods" seemed to him to be just flops who had signed contracts reluctantly... He also gave up his original fantasy.

Especially after he was promoted to a "LV5" writer, he clearly saw the insurmountable bottleneck. The gap between him and the "great god" was like a chasm, not to mention that there was "platinum" above the "great god".

Forget it, LV5 is enough. People should be content with what they have. Some people have been writing for six or seven years and are still only LV4, or even worse.

Li Zhuangsheng finished eating the pear and put the core aside. Lin Yuehua was still sitting on the floor below him, reading his novel. She slowly turned the pages, and when Li Zhuangsheng tilted his head, he could see the back of her head, which was very close to him, and her hair flying in the evening breeze.

This is indeed not bad.

Li Zhuangsheng curled the corners of his mouth and stretched out an arm to block Lin Yuehua behind her to prevent her from accidentally falling through the gap in the stairs.

(End of this chapter)