Chapter 39

Since Qi Yanbin didn’t fly away like others, Bu Ye naturally knew that the other party had seen through his little schemes. However, it wasn’t a big deal, and even if he admitted it openly, it wouldn’t matter, because what he wanted to do wasn’t harmful to anyone. Instead, it was about pooling everyone’s wisdom to help everyone identify the problem together.

Just as he was saving people, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he leaped at least a hundred meters. Since he could do this, of course, he could fly, so he flew...

At first, the explosive power and the feeling of flying in the air were truly intoxicating, but he inevitably discovered a problem.

That was, this "superpower" was really against common sense. It wasn’t that it exceeded the red light’s own ability, but rather that the other red light with a will inside it wouldn’t let them fly around here without consequences...

He sensed the problem, but being alone, he couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong. So he casually suggested that everyone fly.

At this moment, Qi Yanbin smiled at Bu Ye and then walked over.

Stopping in front of Bu Ye, Qi Yanbin solemnly extended his hand and said, "Brother, let’s formally introduce ourselves. I’m Qi Yanbin."

Faced with this scene, Bu Ye felt a sense of temporal dislocation.

Before he got cancer, all his wishes were to become a big shot in the writing circle. One of the perks of being a big shot was the ease of interacting with other big shots he admired.

He had fantasized more than once about appearing at the annual meeting of起点 (Qi Dian) or at internal gatherings of influential figures in the writing circle, chatting and laughing with those people, and discussing the world.

That was something he really wanted.

But in his previous life, he never achieved it. Before he crossed over, he hadn’t even joined an author group.

Actually, if he had been willing, he could have joined many author groups and even contacted the big shots he admired. Even if he couldn’t become good friends, he could at least build some connections.

But the problem was, there was a hurdle he couldn’t overcome, and that was his personality.

He was a proud person, and many in the writing circle were also proud, but he was especially so.

He couldn’t stand the chaos in many author groups—yes, chaos! Various ads, begging for support, cuteness, comparisons, and showing off...

There was no need to overestimate this circle. Sometimes, Bu Ye really felt that most people in this circle were dragging it down.

If he joined an author group and chatted with other authors, his purpose would be one and only one: to make friends, true friends who understood each other and respected each other’s talents.

But there was a prerequisite: he had to reach the same level as those he wanted to be friends with.

To be honest, there weren’t many writers or authors in the web novel circle he looked up to, even the top-tier big shots. The few he was interested in, including Qi Yanbin, were those whose novels he read and whose writing styles he liked. He always believed that if they ever read his novels, they would also like them and be happy to be friends with him.

But first, he had to reach that level.

He didn’t want to meet Qi Yanbin and others as a weak or low-level writer, which would be “reaching too high.”

If he could never reach that level, he would rather never meet them.

And that’s how it turned out. In his sixth year in the industry, he didn’t become a big shot but became a cancer patient...

Moreover, due to his constant inner struggles and reflections, his personality had changed dramatically, with his inner demons taking the upper hand.

So, at this moment, when it seemed he finally realized his wish and Qi Yanbin extended his hand, he really felt a sense of temporal dislocation, but he wasn’t excited at all.

It was just that, and nothing more.

But he still raised his hand, shook hands with Qi Yanbin, and said with the same serious tone, "Bu Ye."

Furrowing his brows, Qi Yanbin asked, "Do you mind..."

Before Qi Yanbin could finish his four words, Bu Ye directly interrupted him, "You wouldn’t know even if I told you."

Bu Ye could completely guess what Qi Yanbin wanted to ask: his pen name.

"Then why don’t you tell me, maybe I do know?"

So, Bu Ye said his pen name with a nonchalant tone, as everything really didn’t matter to him after he got cancer.

Hearing the completely unfamiliar pen name, Qi Yanbin couldn’t help but smile bitterly, "I’ve never heard of it. Which group are you in?"

"Group Four."

"No wonder... Forget it, it’s the same here." Qi Yanbin said solemnly, then looked up at the sky and saw Nie Ning still rising, and couldn’t help but say, "It would be better if it were summer."

Bu Ye could tell that Qi Yanbin was very relaxed at this moment. He also relaxed and looked up at the sky. When he saw Nie Ning’s skirt from below, he immediately understood why Qi Yanbin hoped it was summer.

"Shall we sit down and chat while it’s quiet?" Qi Yanbin asked.

"Sure."

Then the two of them didn’t care if the ground was dirty and sat down directly.

"Have you read my novels?" Qi Yanbin asked.

"Yes."

"Then you must know that killing is a common occurrence in my novels."

"Of course, it’s a historical rivalry. What’s the point if there’s no killing?" Bu Ye said.

"But it’s easy to write, but hard to do, especially on Earth. My family wasn’t well-off before I became famous, and I saw a lot of injustice, but I could only vent my frustrations in my novels. But you are different; you really did it."

"You would do the same if you were close to death," Bu Ye said with a self-deprecating tone.

"But I’m not close to death, so I don’t have your experience."

"Right."

"You might think this is a bit fake, but I really believe that your experience is a kind of wealth. I’ve always thought that even murderers must have something extraordinary. Otherwise, why do they kill others instead of being killed? Those they kill can’t possibly be so helpless that they don’t resist."

"You don’t need to explain so much; it’s all reflected in your novels."

"Exactly. Roasting Zhu Hai, toasting Hou Ying, different eras have different values. To be honest, I really agree with what you said before. I would agree even more if it were a different era, ha ha..."

Bu Ye wasn’t a block of ice. Since Qi Yanbin was willing to chat and was very sincere, he also opened up and naturally chatted with Qi Yanbin.

Meanwhile, in the sky nearby, those people were still flying tirelessly, some fast, some slow, some high, some low, and some even shouting.

With the sea, sky, strong winds, flying stones, and condensed lightning as the background, the scene was truly dreamlike...

Above Qi Yanbin and Bu Ye, Nie Ning was also in a dream.

But for her, even just the act of flying, this dream was half good and half bad.

She had always dreamed of flying like a bird, even closing her eyes in the elevator to imagine flying in the sky. But when she really flew, she found that the feeling wasn’t so wonderful.

At half a meter off the ground, she was only excited and delighted.

At one meter, she started to waver, worrying what would happen if she fell.

At three meters, which was the height of one floor, she was already hesitant to fly higher. Looking down, especially with nothing under her feet, was really scary. She realized that her lack of fear of heights was because she always had her feet on solid ground. Once there was nothing under her feet, her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

But those two dead men didn’t leave; instead, they sat on the ground and started chatting...

At this moment, she really didn’t want to fly higher and just wanted to fly at three meters.

But, perhaps because she was too nervous, or because the rule she set with the red light was to only go up and not move horizontally, she found that she only had two choices: stop or rise.

Stop?

In a situation with only two options, what’s the difference between stopping and freezing?

From her attire, it was clear that she was a girl who cared about her image.

Freezing in front of those two dead men would be too embarrassing.

And she was sure that her face must be pale. If she froze, those two men would definitely mock her.

So, she could only choose the other option, to continue rising, slowly rising.

Four meters, six meters, ten meters...

When she reached fifteen meters, the height of five or six floors, she was already extremely worried and nervous...

This kind of flying was really far from what she imagined!

Flying shouldn’t be so comfortable?!

As she looked at the ground getting farther and farther away, she was so scared that her whole body was trembling, even her heart was trembling!

She realized that the birds she had always envied weren’t always free and happy. At least, when they were learning to fly, they probably had the same experience as her.

At this moment, only one thought was in her mind: "Assuming" can really be deadly...