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Chapter 40 of 100

Chapter 40

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Listening to the screams on the other end of the phone, Luoyang’s lips curled into a smile, and he hung up.

Liu Qin had almost managed to save face.

If it weren’t for the popularity of "First Intimate Contact," he wouldn’t have been able to gather thirty million fans in such a short time.

Once again, he had indirectly slapped Liu Qin in the face. Luoyang felt refreshed and happy, and he went to bed after a pleasant wash.

In the following days, the competition of "Next Queen" continued to heat up, with daily topics never ceasing.

The confrontation between Liu Qin and Su San, the two popular contestants, was broken. In the subsequent episodes, several more contestants emerged, all of whom were highly skilled and equally popular among the audience.

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Luoyang still watched "Next Queen" even without Liu Qin, but he wasn’t too focused on it.

After several days, Luoyang logged back into Weibo.

Ding ding ding...

The backend messages kept flashing, and Luoyang took a quick look.

Most of the messages were from fans, with the majority discussing the plot of "First Intimate Contact," and some expressing their admiration.

Luoyang, as usual, picked out a few valuable comments to reply to.

After replying to the comments, Luoyang specially posted a Weibo update.

"New book to be officially released tomorrow, stay tuned."

A single stone stirred a thousand waves!

Not long after Luoyang posted this Weibo, the comments exploded.

In no time, there were tens of thousands of comments and forwards under the Weibo post!

The most excited were the fans of "First Intimate Contact."

"Is Bai Yiqing going to start writing a new book after 'First Intimate Contact'?"

"What style will the new book be? Please tell us!"

"I’m looking forward to it so much, hoping Bai Da can recreate the glory of 'First Intimate Contact'!"

"I don’t expect the new book to surpass 'First Intimate Contact,' just hoping it can quench my thirst, as I’ve been in a serious book drought since 'First Intimate Contact.'"

"Bai Da is going to be irresponsible again! Why not focus on 'Wushuang' and write romance...?"

"The person above is wrong. It should be, why not focus on romance and write fantasy, those fight scenes are so boring!"

"Bai Da writing romance is a waste of his talent!"

"Nonsense, I think Bai Da writing long fantasy novels is a waste of his energy!" ...

Luoyang couldn’t help but smile as he read the comments.

He now had two groups of fans.

One group was the loyal followers of "First Intimate Contact," and the other group was the passionate fans of the long fantasy novel "Wushuang."

These two groups of fans often quarreled in the book review section, each looking down on the other. So every time Luoyang saw these comments, he couldn’t help but laugh.

After reading the comments, Luoyang was ready to start writing his new book.

As for what the new book would be about? After days of thinking, Luoyang had an idea.

He skillfully opened the writing software in the small black room and started typing seriously...

"The story should start with that wall.

In the summer of 1991, at the junior high school of Changhua Jhengcheng Middle School, in the second year of the Art Class A.

A boy who firmly believed that his messy curly hair would one day straighten out, due to his love for cracking jokes in class and arguing with his classmates, was finally punished by Teacher Lai and made to sit in the farthest corner of the classroom.

Next to him was a bare wall.

'Ke Jingteng, let’s see how you’ll make noise now!' Teacher Lai sneered, looking down at me from the podium as I busily moved my desk.

'Yes, I will definitely reflect on my actions.' I packed up the messy reference books and sketches in my drawer, forcing a serious and remorseful face.

Damn it. You ungrateful bastards, I don’t charge for making jokes in class to make everyone’s youth crazy, and you treat me like this? I cursed in my heart while organizing my new desk...

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Luoyang’s typing was fluid and smooth.

As for this story?

The name of this story is "Those Years, We Chased After the Girl."

If "First Intimate Contact" was a story that left people in despair, then "Those Years, We Chased After the Girl" was a story filled with the melancholy of youth.

It was a romance style, more precisely, a pure love style—pure love is a branch of romance, where "pure" can be understood as pure and innocent, generally referring to the use of pure and beautiful words to describe a faintly sad yet deeply touching love, using a gentle warmth and sweetness to evoke people’s longing for pure and beautiful love.

In his previous life, "Those Years, We Chased After the Girl" was adapted into a movie, which was a huge box office success, already proving the excellence of this story.

In terms of writing style, Jiubadao’s pen was clearly stronger than Pi Zai’s, so after much consideration, Luoyang decided to write "Those Years, We Chased After the Girl."

This work was a mid-length novel, totaling 80,000 words, slightly more than "First Intimate Contact."

But if readers spent a few hours, they could still finish reading "Those Years, We Chased After the Girl."

Time passed bit by bit.

Even with Luoyang’s fast typing speed, he couldn’t write 80,000 words in one go.

So he decided to serialize "Those Years, We Chased After the Girl" over three days, also to gain more popularity.

After writing 30,000 words, Luoyang stopped, shaking his sore hand.

Writing also required a balance. Feeling tired, Luoyang chose to rest.

But before resting, Luoyang posted the synopsis of "Those Years, We Chased After the Girl" on Weibo to slightly satisfy the fans who were eagerly waiting...

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"Ke Jingteng was a boy with terrible grades and a mischievous nature during his junior high school days. The teacher 'entrusted' him to the most outstanding girl in the class, Shen Jiayi.

One in the front, one in the back.

Ke Jingteng’s shirt started to get blue ink spots.

Whenever he didn’t study hard, Shen Jiayi would poke his shirt with a fountain pen.

Under Shen Jiayi’s supervision and encouragement, Ke Jingteng’s grades improved steadily, and he gradually fell in love with the elegant Shen Jiayi. However, Ke Jingteng didn’t dare to confess to the girl he loved because Shen Jiayi, who was liked by almost all the boys, had a strong aversion to those who pursued her. She only wanted to focus on her studies and didn’t want anyone to interfere with her life.

But why did Shen Jiayi choose to share her secrets with Ke Jingteng? Did she have special feelings for him? After eight years of secret love, will Ke Jingteng finally achieve his goal? Let’s delve into 'Those Years, We Chased After the Girl' and find the purest and most touching emotions together!"

After posting the synopsis on Weibo, Luoyang went to bed.

The main content would be posted the next day.

First, let the synopsis warm up the audience...

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