Chapter 8

"Aluo, I'm carrying your child, already six months along, it's a boy. Don't worry, I won't cling to you. I'll raise the child on my own, without your help. I'll always love you, Xun."

At around one in the morning, Yun Luo stood in the shadow of an unlit room, holding a black phone, his eyes fixed on the message with an inexplicable look. In his 23 years, he had never been in close contact with any girl, so how could he have a child?

Xun? Among the girls Yun Luo knew, there was no one with that name.

Yun Luo didn't even think about the Level 4 Fire Blade Evolver, nor did he know that the girl as beautiful as flames was named Liu Xun. Coming from the post-apocalyptic world, his way of thinking was far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Who are you? I'm still a virgin."

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Liu Xun couldn't help but laugh at Yun Luo's reply, finding it fitting that the author of such a magical novel as "Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse" would have such chaotic thoughts. Worried that Yun Luo might become suspicious and block her number, Liu Xun didn't send any more messages.

Under the starry night, on the rooftop of a tall building, Liu Xun's delicate fingers tapped the stainless steel railing in a rhythmic pattern, a melody of "Only a Mother's Love" played softly, the deepest tenderness in her memory. Her deep burgundy hair fluttered like burning flames, beautiful enough to ignite and emit light and heat.

Yun Luo didn't take the message from the lunatic seriously, casually deleted it, and tossed the black phone aside. He sat cross-legged, focusing inward, controlling every thread of true energy, every bit of mental power, and every drop of star power, nurturing the slight damage to his flesh, muscles, and skin. He mobilized all his strength to lay the most solid and robust foundation.

There were no strong people who could become powerful overnight. Those with unstable foundations and wavering hearts were easily overwhelmed by their power and met tragic ends.

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The wind came from the east, the scorching sun was obscured by layer upon layer of dark clouds, the weather turned cool and gloomy, foretelling a heavy rain. Liu Xun, cursing the Awakened, walked down the street where Yun Luo lived, holding a pink peach silk umbrella.

Yuan Lai sat in the passenger seat of a white minivan, his eyes closed, his face pale from the excessive use of his Level 3 energy detection ability, which had drained his true energy and mental power. He needed to rest.

Bai Shi wore silver headphones, listening to heavy metal death rock, tapping the steering wheel with his right hand to the rhythm, and waving to the beautiful Liu Xun with his left hand: "Hey, the most beautiful woman in the universe, come over here, big brother will take you to see the goldfish."

"Today we're driving around the university district. Yuan Lai, are you okay?" Liu Xun, ignoring Bai Shi, opened the car door, sat in the comfortable back seat, her almond eyes forming a beautiful arc, the car filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.

"No problem, I can last for three hours." Yuan Lai took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said with determination.

"Okay, you two keep working hard. When we're done, I'll buy candy. I'm so sleepy, I've been up for two nights and almost have dark circles. I'll take a short nap." Liu Xun curled up her well-proportioned, beautiful body, lying on the soft three-person back seat, looking like a cute and adorable kitten.

Bai Shi and Yuan Lai exchanged a wry smile. Liu Xun was a beautiful woman, and any man would have some thoughts, but Liu Xun was as beautiful as flames, and only a man with great strength could win her heart. They had long given up.

The wind howled, lifting dust and dead leaves into the air, drifting toward the gray sky. The white minivan slowly and steadily drove through the university district, aimlessly.

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After eating instant noodles with braised beef for breakfast, Yun Luo was on the phone with his girlfriend, preparing to tell her about the novel he had written, so she wouldn't be surprised if the royalties were deposited into his Agricultural Bank card. An Chuyu wouldn't let Yun Luo earn money secretly, as deceiving a girlfriend was a very bad thing.

The former Yun Luo was indeed very honest, never hiding any private money. An Chuyu could count the amount of money he had on her fingers. He thought about it and decided that having money wouldn't be of much use to him, so he didn't think about setting up a small savings account.

With An Chuyu not around, Yun Luo had to wash his own dirty clothes, which made him think that having a girlfriend wasn't so bad: "Chuyu, I have something to tell you. I've written a novel on Qidian Chinese Network, called 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse.'"

"Oh, that's normal. It's not strange for a reader to become an author. Aluo, you love reading web novels so much and have many ideas. I always thought you'd eventually write one yourself." An Chuyu, still in bed, spoke sweetly, the floor fan whirring, as her home didn't have air conditioning, only electric fans.

An Qingju, a girl with excellent household skills, had already gotten up early to prepare a delicious breakfast for the family. Her sister, An Chuyu, didn't even need to get up, as the obedient and sensible younger sister brought the breakfast to her. Now, An Qingju had gone to the river to wash clothes.

"My book has been signed, and the contract has been sent out. I'm sharing this joy with you, Chuyu." Yun Luo, following his memory of their usual conversation habits, made sure his girlfriend didn't notice anything unusual.

"That's great. Aluo, you're so amazing. 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse,' right? I'll read it too. By the way, I want to be the deputy moderator of this book, using the 'Qingmei Weiweisuan' VIP account." An Chuyu, suddenly excited, got up, her small hand holding a pink phone, and went to open her white laptop.

An Chuyu wanted to have more connections with Yun Luo, not just in life but also in work, to give her a special sense of security, knowing that Yun Luo belonged to her alone.

Unfortunately, An Chuyu struggled with French, even failing her English Level 4 exam once. She couldn't help with Yun Luo's French translation work. Now that Yun Luo was writing a web novel, it was the perfect time for his girlfriend to show her skills.

"The author account isn't Yun Luo's. You know the username and password, Chuyu. I'm going to write the manuscript now." After informing her, Yun Luo hung up and really started writing on his laptop.

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An Chuyu, delighted, logged into the account that wasn't Yun Luo's, used the author's authority to appoint 'Qingmei Weiweisuan' as the deputy moderator, and then went to the author's backend. When she saw that 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse' had only seven favorites, she felt a bit不服气 (unconvinced). She then opened the novel page and started reading from the first chapter.

Although An Chuyu didn't particularly like post-apocalyptic crisis novels, it was different when Yun Luo wrote it. As a girlfriend, she had to believe that her boyfriend was the best. Even if Yun Luo's novel was terrible, An Chuyu could sincerely find its bright spots to praise her boyfriend.

An Chuyu occasionally read some female protagonist novels, but her reading speed was slow. It took her an hour and a half to finish the 50,000-word 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse.' She didn't have any special feelings, but she thought the protagonist was super cool and handsome, especially since the protagonist was named Yun Luo.

"Sis, come open the door, I forgot my key." An Qingju's slightly childish and clear voice came from outside. An Chuyu, wearing pink slippers, went to open the door.

An Qingju, with a smooth ponytail, her sleeves rolled up high, carried two red buckets in her small hands. One bucket held the washed clothes, and the other contained soap, a brush, a wooden hammer, and a washboard. An Chuyu took the bucket with the clothes, and they went to the balcony to hang them up. At 1.8 meters tall, An Chuyu didn't need a clothes hanger, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of soap.

After hanging the clothes, An Qingju returned to her room, moved a chair to the shared desk, and took out a thick book on Chinese financial and tax law, reading it with a refined and elegant beauty. She aspired to be a lawyer or work in a court.

An Chuyu, like a proud peacock, pointed to the computer and called out to An Qingju: "Sis, Aluo wrote a novel, it's super good."

"Sis, Aluo can write a novel? He always just reads, not writes. He even told me that being an author is tiring and troublesome." Hearing it was related to Yun Luo, An Qingju immediately became lively, smiling sweetly and running behind her sister to look.

An Qingju, who could read dry legal regulations with the same interest as fairy tales, found 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse' very much to her taste. She thought it was very realistic and very sci-fi, worthy of her all-powerful brother-in-law, the best. Her clear, water-like eyes turned, and she noticed that her sister's 'Qingmei Weiweisuan' account was the deputy moderator.

"Sis, I want to be a deputy moderator too, using the 'Qingju Weiweisuan' account. Ugh, my prestigious VIP account doesn't even have ten yuan." An Qingju pouted, hugging An Chuyu's delicate neck, resting her head on her sister's fragrant shoulder, and complaining in a sweet, coquettish voice.

"What do you need so much money for? You don't read many novels anyway. Besides, you still have the nerve to call it a VIP account. Didn't we three buy it together from Taobao? It's normal for the account to have no money." An Chuyu logged out of 'Qingmei Weiweisuan' and logged into the account that wasn't Yun Luo's, appointing 'Qingju Weiweisuan' as the deputy moderator.

"Hmph, I'll vote for sis every day and give sis a tip. I'll take out all the money in my account to be the first to tip." An Qingju ran back to her spot, opened her pink laptop, and went to Qidian Chinese Network to log into her account, ready to give her brother-in-law his first tip.

Unfortunately, An Chuyu, being quite cunning, her eyes lit up at her sister's words. She logged out of the account that wasn't Yun Luo's and logged into 'Qingmei Weiweisuan,' giving 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse' a tip of 500 Qidian coins, just enough to reach the 500 fan value for an apprentice. A badge was enough; there was no need to tip too much.

An Chuyu refreshed the novel page and was surprised to find that she wasn't the first to tip 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse.' The account 'WoShiLiuXun' had taken the first alliance, tipping 100,000 Qidian coins, which was 1,000 yuan, and the author would receive 500 yuan.

"Sis! You're so mean, taking my first tip. Hey? Who is 'WoShiLiuXun'? What a big spender, let me check." An Qingju, pouting, curiously looked at 'WoShiLiuXun's' personal space and exclaimed, "A tycoon! So many book alliances, a girl, but her profile picture is just a flame."

An Chuyu, however, found the 100,000-coin tip post in the book review section and saw that 'WoShiLiuXun' had written: "SF Express." Although she didn't understand the meaning, An Chuyu still pinned the post, giving it a 15-point reward.

It seemed that her boyfriend's 'Year 237 of the Post-Apocalypse' was written very well. On the second day of its release, it already had an alliance, even though she didn't fully understand the story. It was very impressive.

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