After all, the CEO novels in this world were more profitable. Jiujiu had uploaded the first ten thousand words online that night. When she returned in the afternoon, it had already been approved and there was even a short notice on the signing website. 1357924?
Jiujiu poked at Han Shuo, who was standing on the side, and pointed at the computer screen. "Quick, fill in your ID and personal details. Mail the contract tomorrow, got it?"
Han Shuo's mouth twitched as he looked at the words "The CEO is so passionate" on the contract. His mouth twitched for a while and didn't stop twitching. Although he really wanted to turn and leave, Jiujiu's strength was astonishing. Han Shuo could only sign the contract aggrievedly and mail it.
After that, Jiujiu played with Han Shuo in all sorts of ways during the day, and wrote on the computer at night to earn money.
Because of the writing, Jiujiu didn't even play the game that she was originally playing, and became a writing machine.
Because Jiujiu had been writing during this time and didn't sleep as he usually did, Han Shuo only felt that his quality of sleep had plummeted. When it was time for the make-up exam, Han Shuo's eyes were comparable to national treasures. Looking at the two enormous and exaggerated dark circles under Han Shuo's eyes, Jiujiu started and asked with confusion, "You went to carry a piglet last night? Why are your dark circles so heavy? "
Han Shuo looked at Jiujiu with a bit of hidden bitterness as the corners of his mouth twitched. He didn't know how to tell Jiujiu that his dark circles were so heavy because she didn't sleep with him anymore.
If he said that, with Jiujiu's gloating personality, she would definitely laugh at him. Therefore, Han Shuo decided to just stay silent.
However, Jiujiu was going to be with him for the make-up exam today because he'd failed many subjects. Jiujiu was simply a walking encyclopedia. With Jiujiu around, the make-up exam was easily resolved.
During the make-up exam, Jiujiu directly possessed Han Shuo's body and wrote down the answers almost at lightning speed. Afterwards, the two of them went to the cafeteria to eat.
He hadn't thought that he'd run into fatty and ol 'three, who'd also come out of the classroom. They were quite surprised to see Han Shuo. One had to know that Han Shuo had a make-up exam today, why had he come out so quickly? Could it be that he had been kicked out for cheating?
However, judging from Han Shuo's expression, it didn't seem like it. Fatty carefully chose his tone and spoke carefully, as if afraid that he would trigger Han Shuo's sensitive nerves, "Number two, why are you out so quickly?"
Han Shuo replied, "I came out after I finished writing. What, are you two eating?"
Fatty looked at Han Shuo with a bit of resentment and nodded bitterly. If it wasn't for Han Shuo suddenly turning his back on him and refusing to eat with him, would he be eating with ol 'three?
Because they were used to Han Shuo eating alone, fatty and ol 'three naturally went to eat. Meanwhile, Han Shuo and Jiujiu's eyes met. Jiujiu ate the sweet and sour pork tenderloin as she said merrily, "Han Shuo, I'm going to start charging for my book. Just wait to make some money."
Han Shuo, who was eating red braised pork, suddenly felt a mouthful of meat stuck in his throat. He couldn't cough it out or swallow it as his eyes widened into round circles. What the hell, Jiujiu's book is charging for it? Is anyone reading it?
When he thought of the shocking name that he saw that day, Han Shuo instantly became a bit worried. If Jiujiu was sad that no one read it, should he ask his classmates to subscribe to Jiujiu's book?
Han Shuo thought for a long time and still decided to think of a way to ask his classmates to subscribe for him. Otherwise, how sad would Jiujiu be if no one read it? When he thought of Jiujiu's appearance of staying up all night to write, Han Shuo felt his heart suddenly ache a bit.
Thinking of the name of Jiujiu's book, Han Shuo searched for it and opened it. He clicked on share and then forwarded it to all of his classmates' groups, even his family's group. He also said that he wanted to subscribe and that he could reimburse the subscription fees.
When they saw that Han Shuo said that he could reimburse them, a few of his close friends teased him a bit and then started reading.
In the end, it didn't matter if they didn't read it, but they were instantly infatuated.
Although it was an insanely cool name, the content was really good. The interactions between the male and female leads were especially adorable, especially the male lead's problem of saying one thing and thinking another. It was simply too cute.
The female students couldn't help it after clicking on the beginning. As they read and read, they unconsciously started topping up their subscriptions. There were even people who directly tipped Han Shuo.
When Han Shuo returned to his dorm, he saw Jiujiu sitting in front of the computer and giggling foolishly. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It was likely that the subscriptions he'd asked for had paid off.
Han Shuo walked in front of the computer and looked at the two screens. When he swept a glance at the subscriptions, he was instantly dumbfounded. They were both at twenty thousand.
Holy shit, he didn't even know twenty thousand people that he'd met once. Han Shuo felt that this world was a fantasy.
Jiujiu, a thousand year old ghost, had casually written a book, and yet the subscriptions were so good. This was the rhythm of a goddamn book. The corners of Han Shuo's mouth twitched. When he thought about how the royalties for her book seemed to be tied to his own body, he had a strange feeling that he was sponging off a woman.
Jiujiu, who had no idea what Han Shuo was thinking, turned her head to look at Han Shuo's dumbfounded expression. She rubbed her chin, "What's wrong? Are the results too bad? Can't help it, I'm new to this. Don't worry, my subscriptions will reach a hundred thousand sooner or later. "
Thinking back to when she'd written her books, they'd averaged a hundred thousand or a hundred thousand. Only twenty thousand now was a bit too little.
Because the book had been published, Jiujiu, who'd confirmed that she'd made money, decided to liberate herself that day and crawl into bed early.
When Han Shuo finished showering and saw Jiujiu sleeping on his bed, he was instantly stunned. He blinked his eyes, causing the fatty to be a bit puzzled. He muttered, "Why aren't you going up? Is there a ghost on your bed?"
The fatty who'd mysteriously discovered the truth.
The corners of Han Shuo's mouth twitched. There was indeed a ghost on his bed, and it was a beautiful female ghost who could write.
When Han Shuo laid down on the bed, Jiujiu turned around and looked into Han Shuo's eyes, "You don't seem happy today?"
Han Shuo turned his head to look at Jiujiu. Jiujiu had a pair of large, bright eyes. As she spoke, two deep dimples appeared on her beautiful oval face. It wasn't the wine that made her drunk, but she was the one who made herself drunk. Han Shuo couldn't help but feel a bit dazed. How great would it be if Jiujiu wasn't a ghost?
But why or how great, Han Shuo couldn't quite put his finger on it. He only knew that he subconsciously didn't want Jiujiu to be a ghost.
But why didn't he want her to be a ghost? Han Shuo didn't know and couldn't figure it out.
Although Jiujiu was a ghost, she was indeed a cute girl at heart. Although ghosts didn't need to sleep, Jiujiu wanted to use sleep to comfort herself. She didn't know if it was because she'd been too tired from rushing out manuscripts over the past few days, or because she really wasn't a ghost, but she fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.
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