Senior Sister, Shut Up!

Was immortality a good thing? Jiang Miao wasn’t sure.

In any case, after the ten-minute preparation time, he and Ding Ning took to the podium. Each spent one and a half minutes presenting their arguments before proceeding to the debate.

To Ding Ning’s surprise, Jiang Miao didn’t seem particularly difficult to handle this time.

At least he didn’t pose any tricky loopholes or ask any unexpected questions. Everything he brought up was within the scope of what Ding Ning had anticipated during her preparation.

As a result, the interview concluded smoothly. With Jiang Miao serving as her foil, Ding Ning showcased her abilities flawlessly.

When the interview ended, he stepped down in satisfaction and returned to his seat beside Senior Sister.

As for the interview topic?

Sorry, but without Senior Sister’s reward, who would seriously give their all to prepare?

If it hadn’t been for her promised reward last time, Jiang Miao would have just coasted through with Pei Jue’s fourth speaker script, not bothering to work hard to salvage the affirmative side’s position.

Winning or losing didn’t matter to him.

He’d rather spend that time writing a couple more chapters back in his dorm.

“So perfunctory?” Su Huaizhou pinched his waist. “Not serious at all.”

“Yeah, yeah, so are you going to eliminate me?” Jiang Miao asked expectantly.

“No way,” she said with a cheerful smile. “It’s already pretty good if a third of the first-year competition participants show up for the interview each year. Basically, if you come, you’re in.”

Jiang Miao: “…”

The first-year competition only had forty to fifty participants in total. Wouldn’t a third be fewer than twenty people?

“Senior Sister, then why even bother with the interview? Just ask who wants to join the debate team and bring them in directly.”

“We still need to go through the process, and it helps identify everyone’s strengths,” Su Huaizhou said. “After all, most people only competed in one position in the first-year competition.”

The interview, which included the opening statements, cross-examination, and closing arguments, provided a clear view of a debater’s strengths.

Relatively speaking, the first speaker position had lower requirements, focusing more on defense than offense.

The second and third speaker positions were highly aggressive, requiring sharp, precise language to make incisive points.

The fourth speaker position sat between the two, emphasizing overall strategic control and broad analysis.

In Su Huaizhou’s opinion, Wang Xin was suitable for the fourth speaker position, while Jiang Miao was better suited for the third, with his skill in dismantling opposing arguments and launching attacks.

Too bad her boyfriend was so lazy. Who knew when she’d see him compete in a debate again?

But debate wasn’t as important as writing. Su Huaizhou was clear about this.

If she couldn’t lock up her favorite author in a small dark room and make him write non-stop, what was the point of dating him?

…

After Jiang Miao and Ding Ning finished their interviews, neither of them left.

Jiang Miao didn’t leave because Su Huaizhou was holding his hand. After the interview, she planned to drag him to the office and drain him of all his energy.

Ding Ning stayed because she wanted to observe her future teammates and get acquainted with them.

While waiting, she opened the Xidian website to catch up on My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator and shared her reading experience with the two senior sisters nearby.

“What are you talking about?” Zhao Lu looked at Ding Ning’s phone curiously. “A novel?”

“None of your business.” Qi Lianyue’s face flushed slightly as she pushed him away.

After all, this book was her secret manual for training her boyfriend. How could she let Zhao Lu find out about it?

But Ding Ning didn’t know this and excitedly shared it with Zhao Lu, showing him her phone screen. “Senior, this book is really good! Senior Sister Qi likes it too!”

Qi Lianyue: “…”

Jiang Miao: “???”

Su Huaizhou: “Hahaha~”

“I’m setting up a group chat for the first-year debate team.” Zhao Lu grinned mischievously and invited everyone into the group. “Ding Ning, send the link. I’ll check it out too.”

Qi Lianyue was anxious but couldn’t think of a reason to stop him.

Jiang Miao wanted to intervene, but Su Huaizhou stared at him with an amused, knowing look, as if she were enjoying a good show.

And so, Peach Jam’s reputation spread once more, seeping out from Ding Ning’s circle of girls into Zhao Lu’s circle of senior guys…

If my pen name is ever accidentally exposed… Jiang Miao felt a chill run down his spine.

If that ever happened, he might as well prepare for a sudden trip to another world.

…

At 1:30 p.m., students trtrickled in for the interview.

Wang Xin arrived alone.

Upon arrival, he drew his debate topic and nodded in acknowledgment to his opponent.

His opponent clearly remembered this terrifying fourth speaker, Wang Xin. He nodded with a grim expression, looking as though he were about to cry.

After Wang Xin received the debate topic, he found a seat in the corner and began quietly formulating his argument.

Soon after, Song Huanhuan and Sun Yumeng arrived.

As soon as Sun Yumeng spotted Wang Xin in the corner, she harrumphed, dragged Song Huanhuan to get a debate topic, and sat down as far away from Wang Xin as possible.

Song Huanhuan glanced at Wang Xin several times, looking as though she wanted to say something but held herself back each time.

When Jiang Miao noticed these subtle details, his curiosity was piqued.

He wondered what had happened between them.

They had been inseparable just a few days ago. Why had caused the sudden change?

But now clearly wasn’t the time to investigate it.

While Su Huaizhou and the other two judges conducted interviews and everyone prepared for their debates, Jiang Miao, having nothing to do, took out his phone to read a novel.

My Wife Came From Eight Hundred Years Ago had ended, and as expected, it hadn’t reached a million words.

The same went for My Japanese Girlfriend Lives with Me. Let alone a million words, it hadn’t even reached 800,000.

The reader groups were full of resentment.

Seeing this, Jiang Miao felt a surge of confidence.

Sure, his novel couldn’t compare to those long epic fantasy and cultivation novels, but at least it was better than the worst, right?

Even though it was labeled as a short slice-of-life novel, it at least wouldn’t be shorter than those two novels.

He was determined to write at least a million words before anything else.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Miao happily opened My Wife Came From Eight Hundred Years Ago, ready to finish the novel he had been saving for more than a month and maybe even get some material.

It wasn’t until Su Huaizhou patted his shoulder to remind him that he realized it was already 3 p.m.

The interviews had ended.

All the students who had scheduled interviews had finished by now.

Jiang Miao glanced at the list in Zhao Lu’s hands. Including himself, there were only thirteen people. Okay… with this number, it’s impossible for them to eliminate anyone.

Most students had other commitments, and with the Magnificence Cup also featuring a weekly debate topic, it was impossible for everyone to be available at all times.

Each debate topic required two teams: one officially entering the competition and another serving as a mock debate team for practice.

This meant they needed eight people.

If there were any fewer people, even forming teams would be a problem.

“Everyone, please join the group. We’ll stop here for today,” Zhao Lu said. “Next week is the Magnificence Cup, so let’s find some time this weekend to meet up.”

Although a few people in the room had teamed up before, most of them weren’t familiar with each other.

After the debate team captain spoke, everyone went their separate ways.

Jiang Miao followed Su Huaizhou out of the department building, hopped on the scooter, and wrapped his arm around her slender waist as they headed for the Youth Association’s office.

When they arrived, the first-year students working in the office glanced at Jiang Miao, but by now, they were already used to his presence.

Even though Jiang Miao had not joined the Youth Association’s publicity department, rumors about him had circulated within.

Ever since the news of Senior Sister Su Huaizhou and Jiang Miao being a couple spread, everyone gradually pieced together the story of how they got together through chatting and gossip.

After all, during the first-year military training at the start of the year, Su Huaizhou was a class assistant for Accounting Class 2, and she had specially placed the unwell Jiang Miao in the Political Work Group.

It was clear that they had formed their bond back then.

They had met because of the class assistant-first-year relationship, connected due to the Political Work Group, and their feelings deepened over time through the debate team.

It was the perfect story.

However, none of the students present could have imagined that the gentle, perfect Senior Sister Su in their eyes was actually an illustrator who enjoyed drawing erotic images.

“Be good and write.” Su Huaizhou gently pushed Jiang Miao into her seat. She kindly turned on the computer, opened the writing software, and smiled sweetly. “It’s a little past three. Four thousand words before dinner. No problem, right?”

Jiang Miao: “…”

Can I say there’s a problem?

Obviously not.

So he could only accept his fate of being drained dry.

“Sigh…” Jiang Miao sighed deeply, feeling that his future was bleak.

So he took out his phone, opened Bilibili at an angle Senior Sister couldn’t see, clicked on the latest video from the Zhouzhou’s Workshop channel, and left a comment.

[Zhouzhou’s Licking Dog]: It’s been so long. Why haven’t you posted a new video?! Hurry up and post one!!!

After the small act of revenge, Jiang Miao leaned back in his chair comfortably, placed his hands on the keyboard that belonged to Senior Sister, and began typing away.

…

For dinner, they ordered delivery. Su Huaizhou kept a close eye on Jiang Miao as he wrote, ensuring he would finish the 4,000-word task before dinner was over.

During this time, she handled some matters for the publicity department. After settling them, she took a moment to check her Bilibili account.

When she saw the comment from Zhouzhou’s Licking Dog, she spat in disgust.

It wasn’t the comment that made her feel disgusted but the username that made her feel uncomfortable.

She thought, How shameless. I’ve never shown my face or spoken in the videos, yet this person is willingly calling themselves my licking dog. What’s wrong with them?

What if a big, burly man was behind Zhouzhou’s Workshop?

She didn’t think her account, with only a handful of followers, had any appeal to warrant someone changing their username to something like that.

It was amazing to think about.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t share it with Junior Brother. Otherwise, she would have loved to see his jealous expression.

Thinking of this, Su Huaizhou smiled.

“I’m going to class.” After dinner, it was almost 6:30, so Su Huaizhou got up and said goodbye to Jiang Miao. “I’ll pick you up at nine.”

“Mm.” Jiang Miao nodded, his expression focused as he continued typing, indicating that he would definitely not slack off.

So she leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. “Peach Jam, you’re such a good boy~ This is your reward~”

He blinked, looked at Senior Sister, and pointed at his lips. “Senior Sister, what about here?”

“Hmph.” Su Huaizhou rolled her eyes at him, but just before turning to leave, she winked at him. “If you can write ten thousand words today, it’s not impossible.”

Hiss…

When Jiang Miao heard what Senior Sister said, he immediately felt wide awake.

He watched her graceful figure disappear through the door, and a surge of energy rushed through him. He immediately grabbed the keyboard and started typing vigorously.

…

Writing required passion.

Especially when the daily word count had already surpassed the 3,000 words required for the full attendance bonus.

Many authors would hit 3,000 words and then lose their motivation to continue writing.

There were also big shots with a lot of points who could take three or four days off every month, still enjoying the privilege of breaks.

As for the few who ignored attendance and went crazy writing 10,000 words a day, let’s exclude them from the discussion for now.

For authors, the most passionate phase of writing a book was during the outlining stage.

Next was the new novel release period.

Once the novel went premium, its results were already settled. The excitement of competing for recommendations every week during the new novel period faded, and the post-premium phase felt relatively dull.

In addition, the plot during the new novel period was the most familiar and enjoyable. For the subsequent plot, the author might only have a rough idea, and the outline still needed to be fleshed out, which made it harder to stay motivated.

At this point, external stimulation was necessary.

Like positive feedback from readers;

Like tips from big shot supporters;

And, of course, like rewards from a significant other.

The latter was a privilege for those in a relationship.

By the time nine o’clock arrived, Jiang Miao had released another 6,000 words.

[Yusheng Family]: Did Peach Jam take the wrong medicine today??? 10,000 words???

[wwwWhite Jade City]: As expected, single dogs have a lot of free time.

[Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Bright Moon]: I suggest you keep it up!!! Here’s a monthly vote for you~~

Seeing the last comment, Jiang Miao smiled with satisfaction and gave it a like from his author account.

At this time, the students in the office began heading back to their dorms.

Jiang Miao waited for a short while until Su Huaizhou came back from her class.

“Good job today.” Su Huaizhou held a drink in each hand. After entering the office, she skillfully closed the door with her foot and tilted her head as she asked, “Do you want coffee? Or cocoa?”

Jiang Miao: “…”

Jiang Miao watched speechlessly as Senior Sister slowly approached, a strange sense of familiarity filling him.

And the right answer was waiting for him to copy.

“Cocoa.”

“Dummy.”

Su Huaizhou rolled her eyes at him and placed the coffee and cocoa on the desk.

The next moment, she pushed Jiang Miao’s chair back a meter, guiding it into the blind spot of the corner camera.

Jiang Miao blinked, still dazed. Before he could react, Su Huaizhou had already straddled his lap.

With his hands on Senior Sister’s delicate waist, he looked up at her exquisite face and suddenly remembered what the right answer was.

“Senior Sister, I wrote ten thousand words today.”

“Mm, I know.”

“You said there’d be a reward for hitting ten thousand words.”

“That’s right.”

“So?”

“You’re talking too much.”

With that, Su Huaizhou used practical actions to silence her talkative Junior Brother.

After a while, Su Huaizhou raised her flushed face, bit her lip, and asked softly, “What do you want to drink now?”

Jiang Miao didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed the back of Senior Sister’s head down.

Coffee or cocoa? Of course, Zhouzhou tasted the best~

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