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And she even said she wasn’t pursuing him. Qi Lianyue curled her lips. Ah, a girl in love… Tsk, tsk.

She thought about the senior who had been pursuing Zhouzhou since the beginning of their first year. He used to be the head of the school newspaper and now served as the deputy secretary of the Youth Association.

Back then, Zhouzhou barely gave him the time of day. But look at her now. Who would believe that she wasn’t in a relationship?

Qi Lianyue shook her head emotionally. She only hoped that Junior Brother Jiang Miao was worthy of her dear Zhouzhou.

[Congee Boss]: Hahahahahahaha!!

[Congee Boss]: Isn’t that a good thing?

[Congee Boss]: Now you can have your roommate hold a kitchen knife on your neck to demand releases. Your productivity will skyrocket!

[Peach Jam]: Boss, don’t be sarcastic. Hurry up and think of a solution. Is there anywhere in the school where I can write without being easily noticed?

[Congee Boss]: The library.

[Peach Jam]: There are too many people in the library. Pass.

[Congee Boss]: A self-study room?

[Peach Jam]: Isn’t that similar to the library?

[Congee Boss]: You have very high demands. Why don’t you join a student organization with an office such as the student union? You can even enjoy air conditioning.

With Congee Boss’s suggestion, Jiang Miao immediately thought of the Youth Association’s publicity department’s office. It was indeed quite spacious and had few people…

But the next second, he quickly shook his head and threw this terrifying idea away.

If Senior Sister discovered his identity as Peach Jam, it would be much more stimulating than being discovered by his roommates…

If it came to that, he would rather be discovered by Xun Liang.

At least they were both boys. After a bit of awkward laughter, it wouldn’t be so uncomfortable.

But with Senior Sister? No way.

[Peach Jam]: Forget it. I’ll buy a bed desk and write on my bed.

[Congee Boss]: You’re really going all out… You might as well be honest with your roommates.

[Peach Jam]: Absolutely not!

[Peach Jam]: If my roommates found out, how could I still write spicy scenes in the future?

[Congee Boss]: Who knows? Maybe your roommates will pressure you into writing more spicy scenes.

[Peach Jam]:

After hearing what Congee Boss said, Jiang Miao was even more determined to keep his identity hidden.

If that day really came, he would probably choose to jump into the Qiantang River beside the School of Business to cleanse himself of his sins.

…

After he chatted idly with Congee Boss, dinner was ready.

Xun Liang insisted on paying the bill and walked out of the restaurant with his two dear roommates while laughing. “Don’t stand on ceremony with me. You can just treat me next time.”

Heh, I’ll be treating you to dog food through my writing every day, Jiang Miao thought.

It was already half past five, only half an hour away before their evening class meeting at six. It was enough time to walk to the school’s Department of Accounting.

While laughing and chatting, the three of them arrived at Classroom 108 of the Department of Accounting at 5:55 p.m.

The classroom was nearly full, with almost fifty people present, making it look quite crowded.

The back row had been occupied by a group of boys early on, who were either playing PUBG or Honor of Kings. They were clearly separated from the girls chatting in the front.

The three of them found seats near the boys and idly browsed on their phones while waiting for the meeting to start.

Jiang Miao sat in the innermost seat against the wall. Seeing that Xun Liang had already started playing Honor of Kings, he quietly opened the author’s dashboard and checked the daily report for his novel.

My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator:

Total Reading Lists: 1,732

Jiang Miao clenched his fists in satisfaction.

It had only been four hours since it was on the recommendation list, and his novel was on nearly 200 more reading lists. It was a pretty decent number.

Still, the effect of recommendations in the early hours was almost negligible. The peak traffic period was from 6 p.m. to midnight.

If he was lucky, his novel might be on 400 more reading lists today!

At 400 a day, it would be 2,800 a week. Coupled with the original 1,500, there might be a total of 4,300!

At this point, he estimated that he had only written around 40,000 to 50,000 words, yet his reading list count was approaching twice as much as when his previous novel went premium at more than 200,000 words.

There was potential!

With this thought in mind, Jiang Miao began to read the readers’ comments on the dashboard. He read with relish as the readers ate dog food enviously, and his confidence in this novel grew.

Who would have thought that a hot-blooded boy who once only wanted to write fantasy novels and intense fights would secretly start writing sweet romance novels one day?

Fate sure worked in mysterious ways.

…

A few minutes later, the two class assistants entered the classroom.

Perhaps to ensure the boys paid attention to the class assistants’ speech, after Su Huaizhou entered through the front door, she walked to the back of the classroom and found a seat close to the boys.

Jiang Miao glanced at Senior Sister and confirmed that there were at least three seats between them before relaxing his vigilance.

“Ahem, ahem… Um, hello, everyone.” Senior Zhang Panfeng walked onto the podium and greeted everyone. Looking at the sea of girls below, he immediately froze. “Um… it’s about time. Let’s… let’s start the class meeting.”

The class meeting was pretty straightforward. It was just to talk about some basic rules of the School of Business, things to take note of, and the military training starting tomorrow.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Senior Sister, why aren’t you on stage? Senior Zhang seems a bit nervous.

Sitting in the third last row, Senior Sister turned to look at Jiang Miao, who was sitting against the wall, and chuckled softly with her hand covering her mouth.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: His problem is that he can’t talk to pretty girls normally. The prettier they are, the worse he gets.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: So whenever he has the chance, he tries to overcome it. He’s actually much better than before.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: You seem to know a lot about him?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Of course. He’s my roommate’s boyfriend.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Well, not exactly boyfriend.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: The thing is, they can’t even chat normally yet, so they’re more than friends but less than lovers.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: So only if he can overcome his fear of women can he date your roommate?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: That’s not enough.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: My roommate is super socially anxious.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: …

Jiang Miao looked at Zhang Panfeng and silently mourned for him.

But the next second, his soul as a web novel author began to burn. He instinctively opened his notes app and saved Senior Sister’s roommate’s and Senior Zhang’s personas in his inspiration bank.

A guy with a fear of women and a socially anxious girl… another pair locked~

Why are the character profiles I collected today all couples? Is Dog Food rubbing off on me?

Jiang Miao glanced at Xun Liang, who was still sneakily playing Honor of Kings, and his expression gradually became strange. Maybe it’s better to keep some distance from this guy in the future…

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Do you have time after the class meeting?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: I’ll treat you to boba as an apology for your pants.