Senior Sister, Shut Up!

Jiang Miao turned his head away, his face dark, indicating he didn’t want to speak.

“It’s okay. The uncle doesn’t know who you are. At worst, he’ll sigh about it, but he won’t expose you.” Su Huaizhou covered her mouth and giggled. Hearing about Peach Jam socially dying again made her joy impossible to contain.

“Isn’t it all your fault?” Jiang Miao muttered.

“Alright, it’s my fault, okay?” Su Huaizhou patted his shoulder to comfort him. “The library’s boba shop should be closed. I’ll get you some boba at the dorm to apologize to you later.”

“Senior Sister, can’t you change your way of apologizing?”

“Oh?” Su Huaizhou leaned in closer and stared at Jiang Miao suspiciously. “What kind of apology do you want then? Don’t tell me you want to do something bad?”

“Am I that kind of person?!”

“Nothing is certain.” Su Huaizhou giggled. “It’s late at night, and it’s the weekend. Junior Brother, your motive seems very suspicious.”

“Hmph, women are just obstacles on my path of writing. Senior Sister, don’t overthink it.”

“You make it sound like I’m the one taking advantage of you.” Su Huaizhou rolled her eyes at him.

The two of them walked out of the campus gate and strolled back to Xiuye Commons.

After the military training, it was already the middle of September. Autumn had begun, but the weather was still hot.

Fortunately, at night, the breeze brought a bit of coolness.

Jiang Miao took the apology bubble tea from Su Huaizhou, took a sip, and walked alongside her to her dormitory.

It was nearly 10:30 p.m., and the dormitory supervisors were about to lock the doors, so they had no intention of lingering downstairs.

“Tomorrow is the official start of classes for you. Make sure you keep up with your studies,” Su Huaizhou reminded with a smile as she walked towards the entrance of Building 30.

“I’ll do my best,” Jiang Miao replied, though he wasn’t very confident in his current learning efficiency.

His high school admission results had been outstanding, ranking 87th in the high school entrance examination in the Linping District of Hangzhou, earning him a spot at the best high school in the area.

Even considering the top 50 students who were admitted through special admissions before the entrance examination, Jiang Miao’s results had still placed him among the top students.

However, ever since he started writing novels, his grades had steadily declined, from being in the top 150 at the start of school to finishing between 300 and 400 at graduation.

Otherwise, with his initial high school grades, if he had focused on studying and improving steadily, even if he couldn’t enter the only 985 university in Hangzhou, he could at least aim for a 985 university in another province.

But with a college entrance examination score of 622, he couldn’t be bothered to leave the province for a 211 university, so he enrolled in several popular majors at top universities in Hangzhou and finally entered the Department of Accounting at the School of Business, which required the highest admission score.

He didn’t particularly like this major, but as long as it didn’t interfere with his writing, it was fine.

Of course, Su Huaizhou knew about Jiang Miao’s situation. After all, she had known him for more than three years under the pseudonym of Congee Boss.

Although they were initially only a reader and an author, their relationship had grown because Congee Boss consistently provided Jiang Miao with lewd illustrations.

So Su Huaizhou had a general understanding of Jiang Miao’s college entrance examination situation.

“Junior Brother, if you don’t study hard…”

“Senior Sister, you’re not going to lock me up in a small dark room again, are you?” Jiang Miao looked vigilant.

“What do you mean again? Was it a small dark room today? It was clearly a bright, well-lit room,” Su Huaizhou retorted in annoyance. Then she returned to the topic and smiled. “If you don’t study hard, I can tutor you for free~”

“Free is the most expensive. Sorry, I decline.”

“I don’t mind charging,” Su Huaizhou said mischievously. “How about this: if you finish new chapters in advance and let me read them first, I’ll tutor you. How does that sound?”

“Senior Sister, you’re thinking too much. I usually post new chapters as soon as I finish writing them.”

“Then, how about letting me watch you while you write?”

Woman, your name should be Dream On.

“Don’t even think about it!” Jiang Miao refused decisively and turned on his heel to head towards his dormitory building.

Su Huaizhou didn’t get upset. She just smiled and entered her dormitory building, clearly in a good mood.

…

After climbing to the fourth floor, Jiang Miao walked towards Room 412.

As soon as he was about to take out his key from the unlocked door, he heard a loud shout from inside. “Stop!”

It was Wang Xin’s voice.

Startled, Jiang Miao pushed the door open and saw a pile of instant noodles shattered into tiny crumbs scattered across the floor.

Xun Liang was about to clean up the mess when Wang Xin, who noticed the situation, immediately stopped him with a shout.

A minute later…

Wang Xin had already swept all the crumbs with a broom and entered the bathroom to get a mop, intending to disinfect the floor.

Xun Liang sat on his chair and looked at Jiang Miao. “Brother Jiang, how long have Old Wang’s symptoms been going on?”

“He’s been responsible for all the cleaning in the room since school started. What do you think?”

“This is too exaggerated…” Xun Liang smacked his lips.

Of course, he knew about Wang Xin’s obsession with cleanliness. After all, Wang Xin had taken care of the room’s hygiene for the past two weeks.

But this extent of cleanliness already fell into the category of obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?

“You can try spilling another pack of instant noodles and see how exaggerated he is,” Jiang Miao suggested.

“My heart can’t bear to do that.” Xun Liang hugged the remaining three packs of instant noodles on his desk and said shyly, “My wife bought these for me.”

“…” Jiang Miao was silent for a moment before saying, “Dog, I should help you reincarnate because if you keep this up, you’ll be beaten to death sooner or later.”

…

After messing around with Xun Liang for a bit, Jiang Miao took a shower and returned to bed with his laptop.

His deliveries had arrived on Saturday, which included a dark blue bed curtain, a bed desk, a small lamp, and an extension cord long enough to reach the plug.

With this equipment, Jiang Miao felt much more comfortable working while lying in bed.

With the zipper of the bed curtain shut, he didn’t need to worry about Xun Liang suddenly climbing onto his bed and discovering his secret identity as a writer.

It was already 11 p.m., and tomorrow was the first day of classes. Jiang Miao decided not to stay up late to write and planned to sleep after checking the author’s dashboard.

He opened the dashboard, clicked on the daily report, and entered the details page.

[Reading Lists]: 12,290

Jiang Miao, who hadn’t checked the report all night, immediately widened his eyes when he saw this number, thinking his eyes were seeing things. What the hell?

When he checked at around 5 p.m., it was just over 11,000. But in just a few hours, it jumped to 12,000?

The Category Spotlight was terrifying!

In less than half a day, there had been more than 2,000 reading list adds.

If this trend continued until 2 p.m. tomorrow, when the recommendation had been up for 24 hours, wouldn’t it increase by 3,000 to 4,000 more?

If this pace kept up for a week… could it increase by 20,000 to 30,000 thousand?!

Jiang Miao’s breathing quickened.

But he quickly calmed down, realizing that this was unlikely.

After all, it was the weekend, and his novel was featured in the Similar Works Recommendations section and the app’s Weekly Featured, thereby achieving such a strong effect.

Once work and school started again tomorrow and his novel was rotated out of the Similar Works Recommendations the day after tomorrow, the results would definitely not be as good.

But even so, just the increase in reading lists from the past two days was very likely to reach around 6,000!

Adding in the potential daily increase of 1,000 to 2,000 over the next five days, his novel’s reading list count would likely exceed the 20,000 mark this week!

With this realization, Jiang Miao couldn’t sleep at all…

So he decided to calm down by reading a novel.