Yang Wei nodded and said, "Okay."
"Then it's settled." Fang Chengran smiled happily, waved to Yang Wei, and left with Liang Minghao.
In the car, Liang Minghao looked up at Fang Chengran sitting next to him and smiled like a little fox: "Uncle, is working at the hotel hard? Do they pay you a salary? Hahahaha!"
Fang Chengran turned his head to look at him and smiled slightly: "Do you believe I can have the driver drop you off on the side of the road?"
"Tch, you think I'm afraid of you? I have money to take a taxi."
Fang Chengran didn't speak, but took out his phone. Liang Minghao quickly grabbed his hand: "Who are you calling?"
"My sister told her that her son's parents had been called in again."
Liang Minghao smiled obsequiously: "Uncle, my mother is on her tenth honeymoon. Don't bother her with this kind of thing."
Fang Chengran looked at him, smiling without saying a word.
Liang Minghao, being pragmatic, said, "I promise I won't expose you in front of Teacher Yang."
Fang Chengran patted his head with satisfaction.
After a moment of silence in the car, Fang Chengran said again, "Your teacher is much prettier than Song Jin."
Liang Minghao rolled his eyes at him. "You said you wanted to pursue Teacher Yang? I'm not telling you Teacher Yang is already married!"
After arriving home, Yang Wei changed into the slippers placed at the door, threw off her handbag, took off her coat and tossed it aside, then lay down stiffly on the sofa.
Ah—this is still the most comfortable.
She rolled around on the sofa like a cat, got up, changed into a set of pajamas, put on a hairband, and poured herself a glass of milk. She walked to her computer desk, sat down, turned on the computer, and lazily stretched.
Yang Wei tapped her fingers rapidly on the table twice, deciding to first browse through some articles on P. After reading such a upsetting piece last night, she wanted to find a cute and comforting story to heal her wounded heart today.
Clicking into the romance novel website, the article "Banning Marriage" was still firmly in second place on the bestseller list. While marveling at the tastes of Pujiang's readers, Yang Wei couldn't resist clicking in out of curiosity. In the comments section, her negative review from last night was at the top, already piled up more than thirty times.
And everyone on every level was criticizing her.
Yang Wei was a little confused. Were these readers crazy? Some people even said they would leave negative comments under her posts?
She did write a few novels during college, but she didn't sign a contract with any website; it was purely for her own enjoyment. Although she hasn't written anything since graduation, she's been using the same account to read other people's content. These people don't have the time to go and give her negative reviews, do they?
She twitched her eye, clicked on a story she had finished a year ago, and sure enough, the comments section was full of negative ratings.
"How desperate is this author to become famous? They actually went to my author's post and left a negative comment. They have no shame."
"The author has so few comments, I'll give you rave reviews! You're welcome!"
"You can tell how ugly the author is just by reading their writing."
Yang Wei: "..."
How do you know I'm ugly?! I've always been the prettiest girl in my class since I was little! Even now, in fifth grade, class two, I'm still the undisputed prettiest girl in my class!
Yang Wei angrily closed the webpage and gulped down a mouthful of milk.
These readers who are giving negative reviews must not have graduated from elementary school yet. That novel, "No Marriage," completely destroyed her values, and now she's not allowed to give it a negative review? She didn't use any foul language or make any personal attacks. How idle do these people have to come to her novel, which was completed a year ago, to give it negative reviews?
Outraged, she went to the column of the author "No Marriage" and discovered that this author, named "Wait Three More Minutes," was a top author who earned tens of thousands of yuan per work. She clicked on the link in the column to the author's Weibo and sent him a private message.
"Hello author, this is Nanmen Chuifeng, an author on Pujiang. Because I gave your story 'No Marriage' a negative rating yesterday, your readers collectively gave me negative ratings. I'm sorry for giving you a negative rating, but I was genuinely annoyed by the plot. However, your readers giving me negative ratings is purely malicious retaliation. Please stop them from doing this! Sorry for bothering you!"
After sending the private message, Yang Wei regretted it a little. She had just gone to the author's Weibo to protest; what if the author got angry and publicly shamed her? Wouldn't she be relentlessly attacked online? But surely such a powerful figure wouldn't be so petty?
...I should have registered a new account before sending the private message.
Yang Wei nervously logged out of Weibo and found a TV series to watch. After one episode, she finally felt a little hungry. After a three-second internal struggle, she got up and went to the kitchen to stir-fry some tomatoes and eggs, which she then ate as a makeshift dinner.
It's good to be divorced. You can eat whatever you want, and no one will criticize you if the food is too salty or too bland.
She quickly washed the dishes, returned to her computer desk, and logged onto QQ. A Calabash Brothers avatar was jumping around happily, and Yang Wei clicked on it casually.
"Weiwei'er, classes start again next week. There's a trial class tomorrow, it's a scenario-based lesson, are you coming?"
The sender was Jian Shuang. After graduating, she and her boyfriend started an online art training class, and Yang Wei was one of their teachers. She squinted and thought for a moment. Without Qi Xiaoyan in the room, her time seemed to have suddenly increased significantly, which she could use for part-time work. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and Yang Wei sent an OK emoji: "Give me the classroom, still 7:30?"
Jian Shuang replied almost instantly: "The trial class is two hours long, starting at eight o'clock."
"OK."
"Have you been free lately? Has Professor Qi been busy with his thesis again?"
Yang Wei thought about it and decided not to tell Jian Shuang the devastating news of her divorce—if she told Jian Shuang, their whole family might find out by tomorrow. Although she knew that the truth would eventually come out, she decided to delay as long as possible; she really hadn't figured out how to face her mother yet.
Speaking of which, do Qi Xiaoyan's parents know about this? They are both researchers, and they are usually even busier than Qi Xiaoyan. She has only met them twice in the year since she married Qi Xiaoyan.
Growing up in such a family, it's no wonder Qi Xiaoyan's personality became distorted.
She glanced pityingly at the scroll she had drawn on her computer desktop. She'd add two more tears to it when she had some free time tonight.
After reaching an agreement with Jian Shuang, Yang Wei pulled out some PowerPoint slides from her previous scene-based lessons and quickly prepared for the lesson. It wasn't even ten o'clock when she snuggled into bed. She glanced subconsciously at the empty space beside her and pouted.
This bed is definitely too big for one person.
She forced herself not to think about Qi Xiaoyan and took out her phone to browse Weibo. Three more minutes passed, but DaDa still hadn't replied.
Considering that she would have to take the bus to school from now on, Yang Wei set her alarm for 6:30, then changed it to 6:35, and finally to 6:40 before closing her eyes.
At this moment, Qi Xiaoyan had just finished grading the test paper from that morning. Seeing the students' dismal scores, his mood improved considerably.
He took a shower, and while drying his hair, he checked his phone. It was 10:13 PM. He wondered if Yang Wei was asleep yet.
He scrolled through his inbox and read Yang Wei's text message from noon again. The big-faced emoji on her face made Qi Xiaoyan unconsciously curl the corners of his mouth. His fingertips lingered on the screen for a few moments before he put his phone aside. He tilted his head back slightly, rubbed his half-dry hair, sighed almost inaudibly, and lay down on the bed.
This bed has no trace of Yang Wei's presence; he doesn't like it like this. He should have taken Yang Wei's pillow with him yesterday.
Oh well, he still has the key anyway. I can just sneak back and get the pillow whenever I want. Come to think of it, Yang Wei probably didn't realize he hadn't left the key behind.
Qi Xiaoyan buried her face in the pillow and chuckled self-deprecatingly. Without Yang Wei in her arms, she felt like she couldn't even sleep properly.
On the other side, after confirming that Liang Minghao was asleep, Fang Chengran poured himself a cup of coffee and returned to his room. He sat down at his computer and logged onto Weibo to check his messages. There were dozens of private message notifications in the upper right corner, mostly from fans. He glanced through them and was surprised to see a private message from someone claiming to be Nanmen Chuifeng, the author of Pujiang.
Discover
The blogger who sent him the private message was named "Professor, Please Take Your Medicine." Her profile picture was a digitally drawn chibi-style girl with beautiful curly hair that inexplicably reminded him of Yang Wei. He stared at the profile picture for a few seconds before clicking into her Weibo account. The blogger's address was listed as City A, and she also had a tag for "art teacher." Fang Chengran's eyes flickered as he began to browse her Weibo.
Criticizing students, complaining about the principal, showing off food, sharing illustrations... Fang Chengran unknowingly finished browsing through one page of her Weibo posts. After opening the second page, the first Weibo post made him freeze in his tracks.
The Weibo post was made last Christmas, accompanied by a photo of a group of people under a huge Christmas tree. One was a man, the other a woman; one was Yang Wei, and the other…
Fang Chengran frowned slightly. The man in the photo had a face that was unforgettable, and he believed he could easily attract the attention of many women. Yang Wei was smiling happily, her arm linked with his, but the man stared blankly at the camera, a hint of impatience in his eyes.
Who is this person? Yang Wei's boyfriend? It's not surprising that someone as cute as her would have a boyfriend... Fang Chengran pursed his lips, seriously considering whether to wake Liang Minghao up and ask him for clarification.
However, he ultimately decided to first see what private message Yang Wei had sent him.
"Hello author, this is Nanmen Chuifeng, an author on Pujiang. Because I gave your story 'No Marriage' a negative rating yesterday, your readers collectively gave me negative ratings. I'm sorry for giving you a negative rating, but I was genuinely annoyed by the plot. However, your readers giving me negative ratings is purely malicious retaliation. Please stop them from doing this! Sorry for bothering you!"
Fang Chengran: "..."
He did serialize a novel on P, but that was actually just his alternate account—an account specifically for taking revenge on society.
On a whim during his university years, he registered a pen name on the Qidian Novel Network and started writing novels, which unexpectedly became a hit. With contracts, publications, and game adaptations, Fang Chengran earned millions of yuan with just one novel, "Death Row Party," before even graduating from university.
No matter how much he earned, his family considered it a waste of time. Fang Chengran had always scorned their views, but when Yang Wei asked him about it today, he subconsciously agreed with their opinion, which is why he lied and said he worked at a hotel.
He rubbed his hair and clicked into the comments section of his own post. The most upvoted comment was indeed -2, indicating the reader had been severely criticized; Fang Chengran felt sorry for them. He clicked through the reader's name to their profile, and then from there to his author's profile.
The number of followers of Nanmen Chuifeng was a pitiful twenty-two. In his confession, he wrote a sentence: "Of all the martial arts in the world, only Meng is invincible."
Fang Chengran chuckled softly, glanced at her work—three pieces in total, all martial arts novels. He hadn't expected Yang Wei to have such a passion for martial arts.
He clicked on one of her recently completed works and, unsurprisingly, saw a whole page of negative ratings.
He glanced at it a few times and posted a Weibo message.
Three more minutes V: I discovered that an author who gave me a negative rating has been flooded with negative ratings by my readers. I understand your desire to stand up for me, but I need to go and give this author a boost, so there will be no update today. [doge]
To the readers who are waiting for updates: ...
Hey author, come back! We'll go make up for the lost points, you go back to writing, okay?
Fang Chengran really started to make up for Yang Wei's shortcomings. From the first chapter to the last, a total of 180,000 words, every chapter left his diligent footprints.
After finishing his work, it was already midnight. Fang Chengran yawned, turned off his computer, and went to sleep.
At 6:40 the next morning, Yang Wei was woken up by her alarm clock on time. After lingering in bed for another two minutes, she reluctantly got out, rubbing her eyes. Walking to the wardrobe, she picked out a white collared shirt and a royal blue rabbit fur knit sweater, and groggily put them on. Twenty minutes later, she came out of the apartment complex with a carton of milk in her hand and a piece of bread dangling from her mouth.
Before she even reached the bus stop, a No. 33 bus drove past her. Yang Wei's eyes widened, and she rushed onto the bus. There were only three people on the platform taking this bus, and they all boarded quickly. Luckily, the driver noticed Yang Wei chasing after him and waited for a few seconds. Yang Wei, panting, climbed onto the bus, paid the fare, and walked inside.
There were no seats left on the bus, so she grabbed a handrail, took out her phone to check the time: 7:10. She estimated she'd arrive at school around 7:30, so it seemed she could get up ten minutes later tomorrow. She took a sip of her slightly cool milk when the bus suddenly braked sharply. Yang Wei, still holding onto the handrail, did a 360-degree turn and finally regained her balance.
The man in the next seat looked disappointed. He had prepared himself for the beauty to fall into his arms, but how could she possibly stand still!
Yang Wei choked on her milk and decided to abandon the handrail and hold onto the armrest. The man, who was still hoping the driver would brake suddenly again, watched Yang Wei's departing figure and sighed silently in his heart.
There was a slight traffic jam on the way, and Yang Wei arrived at school six minutes later than she expected. Yang Wei's eyebrows twitched, thinking that she would only be able to sleep five minutes longer tomorrow.
She walked into the school with a smile, and students kept greeting her along the way. Upon entering the office, Ms. Luo, the math teacher, was as attentive as ever: "Ms. Yang, you look beautiful today too!"
"Thank you." Yang Wei smiled and nodded at him before walking to her seat. Ms. Dai, the teacher opposite her, glanced at her and said with displeasure, "Ms. Yang, Gu Lei from your class didn't hand in his Chinese homework again today. This is the third time!"
Yang Wei put down her bag, stood up from her seat, and smiled at her: "There are still a few minutes left, I think he'll hand it in soon, I'll go and urge him." After she finished speaking, she walked towards Class 2 of Grade 5. In the classroom, Gu Lei was indeed buried in copying his homework.
She walked over and gently tapped Gu Lei's desk with two fingers. Gu Lei, who was engrossed in copying, was disturbed and looked up impatiently. When he saw Teacher Yang smiling at him, he also forced a naive smile and said, "Good morning, Teacher Yang."
"Good morning." Yang Wei smiled faintly, picked up the homework on the table and glanced at it; it was Liang Minghao's. Her gaze then fell on Liang Minghao in the back row. Liang Minghao subconsciously straightened his back and looked at Yang Wei, saying, "Teacher Yang, Gu Lei is my brother. If I can't even grant him such a small wish as wanting to copy my homework, how can I be his brother!"
His expression was so proud that even the red scarf on his chest seemed to shine even brighter.
Yang Wei twitched the corner of her mouth, suppressing the urge to curse, and said with a smile, "You guys are really good brothers."
"That's right." Liang Minghao said proudly, puffing out his chest.
"Since you're all so nice, then don't make Gu Lei go through all that trouble copying homework. From now on, you can do his homework for him directly, and I'll tell the group leader to collect two copies of your homework."
Liang Minghao: "..."
Gu Lei said happily, "That's a great idea!"
Liang Minghao: "..."
He pulled back his notebook, smiled at Gu Lei, and said, "A true brother wouldn't let you down. I think you should do it yourself."
Gu Lei: "..."