Senior Sister, Shut Up!

Wang Xin despised dirty and messy things.

He couldn’t control others, but when it came to his belongings, he always made sure everything was as neat and clean as possible.

He preferred an organized, well-planned life. He woke up and went to bed at the same time every day.

He paid close attention in class and studied diligently in the library during his free time. He insisted on drinking 2,000 milliliters of warm water every day and changing his clothes, pants, and even towels daily.

When he returned to the dorm room, the first thing he did was clean up and check every corner for cleanliness.

Even in the chill of late autumn, with the bathroom water so cold that it made people wince, Wang Xin still wiped his desk daily with a damp cloth.

November 3rd, a new week began.

The weather grew colder, and the wind, like a mischievous intruder, would always find the most cunning angles to sneak through the gaps in people’s clothes, greedily stealing away their warmth.

Wang Xin woke up at precisely six o’clock, climbed down from his loft bed, and patted Xun Liang’s bed, then Jiang Miao’s. “Morning jog. Time to get up.”

The morning jog was a key activity for students of the School of Business to obtain physical education credits.

Every morning from 6:30 to 7:30 was the designated time for the morning jog.

Each student had to carry their student card and run a full lap around the school’s asphalt path, covering 2,000 meters, swiping their cards at five checkpoints to complete the run within the allotted time.

Completing twelve runs per semester was required to meet the standard.

“Ah…” A heavy, depressed groan came from a bed—a classic scene of a human battling valiantly with a blanket.

By the time Wang Xin washed up and returned from the bathroom, only Jiang Miao had managed to break from the embrace of his cozy blanket. Xun Liang was still deeply entangled, lured by its warmth.

“You’re actually up?” Wang Xin looked at Jiang Miao in surprise.

“Ahem…” Jiang Miao cleared his throat. “Senior Sister invited me to go for a morning jog today.”

“Oh.” Wang Xin’s expression immediately turned indifferent as he turned around and walked out of the room.

Behind him, Jiang Miao grinned and followed, but Wang Xin ignored him.

When they got downstairs, Wang Xin saw Su Huaizhou standing at the entrance with a radiant smile on her face. She waved at Jiang Miao and then came over him while holding the handlebars of her small scooter.

“Do you want to ride, or should I?” She winked at him.

His injured knee had long since healed, so he simply got on the scooter and drove Senior Sister away.

Wang Xin walked behind, watching the scene calmly, though occasionally, he would glance at his side out of habit.

He walked out of Xiuye Commons, swiped his card to rent a shared bike, rode it to the school track, and scanned his student card at the checkpoint. Then he began his morning jog at a relaxed pace.

At 6:30, he scanned his card at the final checkpoint, completing his morning jog, returned to Xiuye Commons for breakfast, and bought an extra serving to bring back for Xun Liang.

When he returned to the dorm, it was nearly 7 a.m.

They didn’t have any classes on Monday mornings. Wang Xin called out to Xun Liang, but seeing that he was still sleeping, he wrote a note and left it on Xun Liang’s desk along with the breakfast.

Then he packed his backpack, grabbed his water bottle, and took his blanket down from his bed.

Carrying his backpack and blanket, Wang Xin went downstairs, placed the blanket on a drying rack on the lawn beside the dormitory, and headed to the library.

In the library, he found a seat, set down his water bottle, opened his book, sat up straight, and started studying seriously.

From time to time, he took a sip of water, highlighted key points in the book with his pen, and solved problems in his notebook. Time passed quickly.

When it was almost 10 a.m., Wang Xin reached for his water bottle to take a drink, only to find it empty.

He glanced instinctively to his side.

The seat was empty.

He stared blankly for two or three seconds before coming to his senses and getting up to refill his water at the dispenser.

He had thought he could gradually get used to being alone again.

But the saying, ‘It’s easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal’, was indeed wise.

It had already been half a month, yet the traces left by a certain person still couldn’t be erased.

They continued to disturb him.

This made Wang Xin, with his obsessive-compulsive tendencies, feel uncomfortable.

He had finally gotten used to having someone around, but in the end, he had chased her away.

Now, he had to spend more time getting used to studying alone again.

This had caused his learning efficiency to decrease recently.

As Wang Xin thought about this while refilling his water, he heard two people passing by whispering to each other.

“The weather forecast said it’s going to rain at noon.”

“Ah? I just checked. The weather seemed fine.”

“Check again. It’s already getting cloudy.”

“Ugh! I haven’t taken my clothes in yet.”

Hearing this, Wang Xin instinctively looked at the sky outside the window and noticed that the sky had indeed turned overcast.

He frowned, returned to his seat, and began packing up.

Although he hated things happening outside of his plans, he couldn’t leave his blanket hanging downstairs in harm’s way.

Before it started raining, Wang Xin grabbed his backpack and hurried back.

After rushing back to the dormitory, he quickly took his blanket and headed back to his dorm room.

…

After the morning jog with Senior Sister, Jiang Miao had a sweet breakfast with her and sent her to class.

He didn’t return to the dorm until after eight o’clock.

Xun Liang had eaten breakfast before going back to sleep. According to the usual trend, this guy wouldn’t wake up until noon.

Chen Haoshang was busy delivering food, and Wang Xin was busy at the library.

Basically, he was the only one in the room.

Thus, Jiang Miao felt at ease to start writing, not bothering to take his laptop to his bed.

But after just half an hour of writing, he couldn’t resist grabbing his phone and opening the authors’ group chats.

After all, today was a special day.

November 3rd!

Although it wasn’t a traditional holiday, the 3rd of every month at 10 a.m. was when Xidian would settle last month’s royalty payments.

In the past, Jiang Miao could only look up to the big shots in the group, drooling every time he saw their royalty payments of several thousands or even tens of thousands.

Meanwhile, he only earned two to three thousand yuan per month.

In fact, most of the time, he couldn’t even get the full attendance bonus of 600 yuan, and he barely had any subscriptions, earning only a few hundred yuan in royalties each month.

It wasn’t until his previous book gained some traction that things improved.

But since he was still in high school at the time, he couldn’t guarantee daily updates.

Even though his average subscriptions eventually reached 1,500, his monthly income was only around 2,000 yuan.

But this time, the situation was completely different!

Just a few days ago, the average subscription for My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator officially surpassed 4,000.

The total subscription count in October exceeded 400,000, which directly exceeded the 10,000-yuan mark when converted into royalties.

In addition to the full attendance bonus and last month’s reader tips, especially the Silver Alliance Leader support from his father-in-law, many big shots said he was likely to earn more than 20,000 yuan this month.

20,000 yuan.

What did this mean?

Jiang Miao now received 2,000 yuan a month in living expenses from his family.

20,000 yuan was ten months’ worth of living expenses!

He didn’t need that much money for meals. Even if he ate well for an entire month, it would only come to around 1,000 yuan.

So this 20,000 yuan in royalties was enough for him to eat well for two years, let alone ten months’ worth of food expenses.

And this was just his monthly income from royalties. For a first-year university student, although this kind of income couldn’t compare to the business tycoons in regression novels, it was still rather impressive.

As long as he didn’t mess up his book, kept up with regular updates, and made sure the plot remained engaging, within a year, his author level would quickly rise from Lv1 to Lv5.

Although Lv5 was somewhat common, it was still rare compared to the vast number of web novel authors.

The thresholds were actually quite simple and based on the author’s annual income.

Lv2 required 10,000 yuan.

Lv3 required 20,000 yuan.

Lv4 required 50,000 yuan.

Lv5 required 150,000 yuan.

Reaching Lv5 marked the point where an author could truly be considered to have reached the basic level of a full-time writer.

And this was the goal Jiang Miao aimed to achieve before graduating from college.

Otherwise, no matter how open-minded his parents were, they would never approve of their son working full-time in the online writing industry right after graduation.

The industry was unstable, with uncertain prospects.

But now, it seemed he only needed a year to achieve his goal.

Still, he knew that this alone was far from enough.

After all, there were countless authors who wrote one great book but then failed repeatedly with several others, unable to bounce back.

In fact, many once-famous Gread God-level authors easily met their downfall after experiencing the ups and downs of the industry.

Therefore, being a true full-time author wasn’t just about writing one good book—it was about building a steady stream of quality works and finding the path that best suited them.

Right now, Jiang Miao still hadn’t found his own path.

Even though his slice-of-life romance novel was going well, it didn’t mean he could consistently produce successful books in this genre.

The future was full of unknowns.

For now, all he could do was write his current book.

But regardless, chatting in the group was more fun.

[Ten Thousand Words a Day Writing Group]

[I Am the Immortal Emperor]: Wuwuwu… It’s that time again when the big shots show off their royalties. I’ll leave the group for now and come back after you’re all done flexing.

[Cat in the Snow]: Don’t worry. My flop book has been finished for months. I’ll probably only get a couple hundred this month.

[I Am the Immortal Emperor]: A couple hundred?! I won’t even get a couple yuan!

[White Rice Vinegar]: Haven’t you already released a book? How’s it doing?

[I Am the Immortal Emperor]: My trial recommendation is next week!

[White Rice Vinegar]: Fanfiction comes with built-in traffic. If it still doesn’t work out for you, there’s nothing we can do.

[Cat in the Snow]: White Vinegar, how much are your royalties?

[White Rice Vinegar]: About fifteen thousand, not much anymore.

[I Am the Immortal Emperor]: Geez… You call that not much?

[White Rice Vinegar]: It used to be at least twenty thousand, but new subs have plummeted now. Why else do you think I wrapped it up?

[I Am the Immortal Emperor]: Who was it that said he was throwing up from writing American superheroes and quit?

[White Rice Vinegar]: Lower royalties killed my passion, so yeah, I wrote until I threw up. Got a problem with that?

[Dog Doesn’t Care]: Xidian’s where it’s at. White Vinegar only writes 3,000 words a day and still makes over 10,000 a month.

[White Rice Vinegar]: Brother Dog, don’t even start… The competition at Xidian is fierce…

[Dog Doesn’t Care]: No kidding, why else would I be writing on other platforms?

[Peach Jam]: Brother Dog, where are you writing now? Otter Reading or Wasteland?

[Dog Doesn’t Care]: Odd Cat, Otter Reading, and Wasteland, I’m posting on all three.

[White Rice Vinegar]: (wipes sweat.jpg)

[Peach Jam]: Can you really manage all of that??? How many words do you update for each book every day?

[Dog Doesn’t Care]: 6000 words for each book, so 18,000 words a day.

[Peach Jam]: (can’t process this.jpg)

[Dog Doesn’t Care]: Peach, you’re just a college student. When you’ve got a mortgage hanging over you, you’ll start to understand.

[White Rice Vinegar]: No, Brother Dog, you’re overthinking this.

[White Rice Vinegar]: When Peach graduates, he’ll probably buy a house outright with his royalties.

[I Am the Immortal Emperor]: (I’m so envious.jpg)

[Cat in the Snow]: Peach, did you make 20,000 this month?

[Peach Jam]: No idea~ (hehe.jpg)

[Ao 10K]: Daily 10,000 Word Count Taskmaster invites you to the Orange Melon Word Sprint. Target: 15,000 words. Room: Life Winner.

[Ao 10K]: Starting in ten minutes. Get in!

[Dog Doesn’t Care]: Compared to Ao 10K, I feel so ashamed.

[White Rice Vinegar]: Then I should be dying of shame.

[Cat in the Snow]: Ao 10K, how huge are your royalties?

[Ao 10K]: 20,000 to 30,000, not sure. I’m heading back to writing.

[White Rice Vinegar]: Learn from Ao 10K. With a daily update of twenty to thirty thousand words, even with low subscriptions, he still makes way more than I do. @I Am the Immortal Emperor

[I Am the Immortal Emperor]: How can a normal human learn that???

[Peach Jam]: 3,000 words a day is already the human limit!

[White Rice Vinegar]: I agree.

Jiang Miao chatted idly with the other authors in the group until nearly 10 a.m.

Just as the royalties were about to come out, he felt his stomach churning, so he hurriedly grabbed a pack of toilet paper and dashed into the bathroom.

…

Downstairs, Wang Xin walked into the dorm, carrying his blanket.

The next moment, a soft drizzle began falling from the sky.

By the time he reached the second floor, the rain outside had turned into a steady patter, moistening everything.

Wang Xin let out a sigh of relief, relieved that he had made it back in time.

Otherwise, a wet blanket would have been quite a hassle.

Wang Xin made his way up the fourth floor, arrived at the door of Room 412, and fished out the key from the eaves.

He unlocked the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside in one smooth motion.

“W-who is it?”

As Wang Xin walked in, he heard Jiang Miao’s startled and uncertain voice coming from the bathroom.

“It’s me,” Wang Xin said calmly as he entered and placed his blanket back on his bed.

“Why are you back at this time?” Jiang Miao’s tone was a bit panicked.

“It’s raining, so I came back to bring my blanket inside.”

“Oh… I-I see…” Jiang Miao seemed to be struggling to keep his tone steady. Desperately trying to divert Wang Xin’s attention, he asked, “Are you still going to the library?”

“No, let’s have lunch together and then go to class in the afternoon,” Wang Xin said as he walked towards the balcony. “I’ll bring in my clothes first.”

Bring in clothes? Doesn’t that mean he’ll have to pass by my desk? Jiang Miao was alarmed.

“Wait!!!” A loud shout came from the bathroom.

Wang Xin was startled. As he reached Jiang Miao’s desk, he instinctively turned his head towards the bathroom.

His gaze inevitably swept across the laptop screen on the desk.

“What’s wrong?” Wang Xin stopped and subconsciously looked at the screen a few more times.

“N-nothing…” Jiang Miao’s tone was hurried, as if he were holding his breath, nearly gritting his teeth in strain. “Could… could you help me bring in my clothes too.”

“… Okay.” Wang Xin’s tone sounded a bit off.

He walked to the balcony, gazing at the rain outside, feeling a bit dazed.

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