Li Chen was typing out a new plot when a brilliant golden light suddenly flared from the keyboard, instantly enveloping him.
With a cry, he fainted.
On the computer screen, the words "Late Eastern Han Dynasty..." that had just appeared rapidly vanished. In the end, the entire screen turned blank, and the serialized novel, nearly a million words long, disappeared with it.
The next morning.
Li Chen's door was pounded on without pause.
"Li Chen, open the door. I... I need to talk to you."
Lin Tong's voice sounded from outside.
After waiting for a long while without the slightest response, Lin Tong pursed her lips.
"Seriously, where did he go so early in the morning?"
She checked her phone. It was already seven, and Lin Tong still had work.
She did not wait any longer. Returning home, she ate breakfast, dressed neatly, picked up her handbag, and left for work.
At the entrance, Lin Tong turned back to glance at Li Chen's home and shook her head with a smile.
"Sigh... I'll talk to him after work!"
Li Chen had long since vanished from before the computer.
Several blinding white flashes flickered from the computer, continuing for a full half hour.
Finally, with a bang, the white light vanished. The computer instantly went black, and Li Chen's home fell silent.
At six in the afternoon, Lin Tong hurried out of her workplace, drove back to the residential complex, and parked her car.
After parking, she went upstairs and once again came to Li Chen's door, knocking on it.
The reason was still last night's birthday dinner. After thinking about it all night, she decided to tell Li Chen everything that was on her mind.
To put it plainly, they had been neighbors for so long that they were closer