How could he possibly ask? He was a time traveler, and in the future, he and Ding Ling would be people from two different worlds. So what if Ding Ling was good at writing novels? He was going to become a superstar singer in the future. How could he possibly lower his head to his romantic rival?
Xia Luo was now incredibly full of himself, looking down on the world with an air of superiority.
Although Ding Ling was quite impressive,
he still didn't take him seriously.
At most, he only thought Ding Ling was much better than ordinary classmates. No matter how talented he was, could he really be more capable than a time traveler like himself?
If he hadn't recently become obsessed with Ding Ling's novels, Xia Luo felt he definitely wouldn't have asked Ma Dongmei to inquire about them. He felt it was beneath him.
But wasn't he addicted now?
There was nothing he could do.
He was eager to know when the next volume of Ghost Blows Out the Light would be released so he could buy it.
"I asked Ding Ling. It should probably be released next week."
Ma Dongmei didn't hide anything. "Ding Ling writes very quickly. He usually releases two books a month. If you read more slowly, that will be completely enough for you."
She was very dissatisfied. "You read novels during class, during breaks, and during evening self-study. You come to class first thing in the morning with dark circles under your eyes. If I'm not mistaken, you must still be staying up late to read. Are you really not going to study anymore? Aren't you planning to go to college? I heard your mother worked very hard to keep you from being expelled. Don't let all her efforts go to