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The off-work time at Silver Blue Books is at eleven in the morning, and work resumes at one in the afternoon, leaving a two-hour gap which is enough for everyone to have lunch or rest. However, very few people went home, and everyone would usually rest in the office at noon.

11:15 a.m.

The editors in the Youth Fantasy Department had just finished their meal in the company cafeteria, and as they returned to the office in small groups, they found YangFeng sitting still in front of his computer, seemingly out of sorts.

They all shook their heads.

Everyone sympathized with YangFeng.

It was really tough for YangFeng, who had finally found a bestselling author, Chu Kuang. However, “King of the Net” ended quickly in less than half a year of serialization. YangFeng then placed his hopes on Chu Kuang’s new book, but Chu Kuang chose a theme that made no sense.

Not just YangFeng.

If this situation was faced by any other editor in the department, it would be unbearable. YangFeng was probably brainstorming how to persuade Chu Kuang to change the theme. Thus, everyone took turns in patting YangFeng on the shoulder:

“Go have a meal first.”

“There’s still room for manoeuvre in this.”

“You can talk to Chu Kuang later, make him understand the situation in our circle, persuade him to continue writing a sports competition story. Even if he can’t match the success of “King of the Net” with his skills, it won’t be far off.”

“He sure can’t write fantasy.”

“The theme is too old-fashioned.”

After his shoulder was patted by his colleagues repeatedly, YangFeng seemed to have snapped back to reality. He suddenly stood up from his seat, his face rosing red, fervently shouting:

“You all don’t know shit!”

After an exchange of puzzled glances, everyone began to doubt whether YangFeng had become mentally disturbed due to the shock. Therefore, because they felt even more sympathy for him, they did not blame him for his outburst.

“Bro, take it easy.”

“This is not your fault.”

“It’s all Chu Kuang’s fault.”

“The sudden ending of “King of the Net,” shows that Chu Kuang is a very capricious writer, and the writing of such capricious writers is full of uncertainties. Don’t be too upset.”

Everyone thought that after their consolation, YangFeng would feel better. However, to everyone’s surprise, YangFeng seemed somewhat angry as he glared at them and said, “I won’t let you speak ill of Mr. Chu Kuang like that!”

Everyone: “…”

YangFeng was full of excitement, just like a dehydrated fish returning to the embrace of the lake, filled with life’s passion, “You bunch of people obviously don’t understand what fantasy is. Teacher Chu Kuang’s talent is beyond your comprehension and imagination!”

YangFeng was really excited!

When talking about fantasy, people had to trace back to eight decades ago to “Immortal and Demon War.” That was why many editors’ first reaction when they heard that Chu Kuang wanted to write fantasy was that this theme was outdated.

YangFeng initially thought the same.

Until ten minutes ago, when he had finished reading the first volume of “Zhu Xian,” he understood how much he had misunderstood. Chu Kuang s imagination had exceeded all the editors’ expectations.

So this is how fantasy could be written!

Under the grand and novel worldview, the scenes of the Qingyun Sect’s Bamboo Peak unfold gradually, like a mist-shrouded traditional Chinese painting.

Zhang Xiaofan and his mundane burning stick, his playmate and senior sister Tian Ling’er who is eccentric and quirky, the strange yet kind-hearted younger brothers, as well as the mysterious master. Nearly every character seems to have emerged from the paper.

The Blood Swallowing Pearl!

The Three-Eyed Spirit Monkey!

The battle of Buddha, Tao and Devil!

Qingyun’s Seven-Sect Martial Arts Contest!

The development of each storyline made YangFeng’s heart surge. The emergence of every setting made YangFeng exclaim with admiration, especially when he saw Zhang Xiaofan’s frustration in the early stages and the imminent convening of the Six-Sect Martial Arts Contest by the Qingyun Sect. The pacing of the story always fell at the most exciting spots.

YangFeng was utterly impressed.

He didn’t pay attention to his colleagues who were consoling him. He didn t give any elaborate explanation about how brilliant this novel was either. Instead, he just sent the file of “Zhu Xian” to everyone’s email, believing they would understand his feelings once they finished reading it.

Having finish these tasks.

YangFeng went downstairs to have lunch.

YangFeng was indeed acting odd today. His colleagues stood in place, dumbfounded for a while until they each returned to their seats. They then saw “Zhu Xian” from YangFeng quietly lying in their individual mailboxes.

“Chu Kuang’s new book?”

“YangFeng sent it to us?”

“Let’s see what Chu Kuang wrote.”

After a pause, everyone mutually exchanged a few words before each of them, curious, opened the book. It was Chu Kuang’s new novel, after all. Even if it was the baffling fantasy genre, they were still somewhat interested. Besides, YangFeng had purposely sent the document to everyone’s email, obviously hoping that everyone could help take a look.

Everyone started reading.

Albert Einstein, from Earth, once gave an interesting interpretation of the theory of relativity: when a person is bored, they will feel that time passes very slowly, but when dating a beautiful girl, they will feel that time flies.

This is Blue Star.

The editors in the Fantasy Department didn’t know who Einstein was, but to them, a good novel is like a beautiful girl. If they had to choose, they would even choose a novel over a girl. This shares the same logic as some otakus ignoring goddesses for games.

Continuing with the theory of relativity:

When reading a boring novel, editors feel that time passes slowly. But when they read an excellent novel, they feel that time passes incredibly fast. The two-hour lunch break seems to have passed in the blink of an eye.

Everyone even forgot about resting.

Resting is a daily routine in the Editorial Department. If they don’t rest for a while, it can easily affect their work performance in the afternoon. But today, there weren’t any such allowances in the Fantasy Editorial Department. As working hours in the afternoon began, everyone was still engrossively reading the first volume of “Zhu Xian”.

Work?

Not important.

Everyone was totally drawn into “Zhu Xian,” reading very seriously. The Editorial Department was unprecedentedly quiet, everyone hadn’t even heard YangFeng’s footsteps when he came back to start his work.

YangFeng smiled.

He fully understood his colleagues’ feelings because he had experienced the same thing that morning. “Zhu Xian” must be published. Even if Chu Kuang decided to switch to writing a sports competition story now, YangFeng wouldn’t be pleased. Let Chu Kuang write fantasy!

Write sports competitions?

At this moment, several company executives passed by. Seeing the editors in the Fantasy Department engrossed in their work, they nodded with satisfaction: “The Fantasy Department is highly enthusiastic about their work, making a great start as soon as the afternoon shift begins.”

“Good.”

“That’s how it should be.”

“Better than other departments.”

Normally, it takes time for these editors to get into the working state, because they tend to be drowsy from just completing their rest, and it would take them some time to shake off the sleepiness and return to work.

The executives left, satisfied.

What the executives didn’t know was that soon after they left, one of the editors suddenly yelled at his computer screen in frustration and anger:

“Damn it. It’s already over?”