I Write Webnovels in the United States (Asking for Recommendation Votes!)

I Write Webnovels in the United States (Asking for Recommendation Votes!)

Duncan's Home.

Late at night.

The party had ended. Adam and Teddy helped Bob and Amy clean up the mess all over the floor, then everyone went to bed.

But Adam's conversation with Juno still echoed in his mind.

"Next week is the prom. Do you have a date?"

Juno had smiled.

"No."

Adam had looked at Juno in surprise, unable to understand what she meant. Was she inviting him?

Although not having a date for the high school prom was generally a humiliating thing for a guy, someone as famous as Adam had no such worries.

Graduation was just around the corner, and a new journey was about to begin. Adam had no interest in starting a short-lived friendship, especially one involving benefits.

Besides, all he could think about now was making money as quickly as possible, so he had no plans to invite a date.

"Can you do me a favor?"

Juno had glanced at Karen beside her and said with a bitter smile, "Could you invite Karen to be your prom date?"

"What?"

Adam had stared at her in disbelief. "Did I hear that right? You want me to invite Karen?"

"Yes."

Juno had wrapped an arm around Karen and looked at her tenderly. "I want to give Karen a normal ending to high school."

"Oh."

Looking at Karen standing obediently to one side, as though Adam and Juno's conversation had nothing to do with her, Adam had fallen into thought. "Why me?"

"Do I have a better choice?"

Juno had asked in return.

Adam had nodded in realization. "We only need to dance once?"

"Right, just dance."

Juno had rolled her eyes at him. "What else did you want to do?"

"Uh..."

Adam had given an awkward laugh. "I don't have a problem with it, but it still depends on Karen."

"I'll listen to Juno."

Karen had flashed a brilliant smile.

"You two really are good sisters."

Adam had laughed dryly. Though Karen's smile had stunned him, inwardly he had grown wary.

There was clearly something wrong with Karen's state. She was even stranger than when she had followed Jennifer. Adam now believed Jennifer's claim that Karen was crazy ninety-nine percent.

"We'll be best friends forever."

Karen had touched the heart-shaped pendant around her neck, which bore the letters BFF, and smiled sweetly.

"Heh heh."

Adam had given a perfunctory smile and signaled to Juno with his eyes. "Juno, can we talk alone?"

"Let's talk outside."

Juno had patted Karen's hand, softly reminded her of something, then followed Adam out of the room and into the front yard.

Several large trees stood on a neatly trimmed lawn. An old tire hung from a branch by a rope, forming an unusual swing.

"What exactly is going on?"

Adam had asked seriously.

Karen was certainly tempting, but in her current state, he didn't dare touch her.

"I suppose you can see it too."

Juno had sighed. "Karen isn't doing well. I want her to interact with more people and experience more normal things."

"There won't be any danger, right?"

Adam had finally been unable to hold it in any longer.

"Don't worry."

Juno had smiled, wearing an expression that said, I told you so. "As long as I'm here, there won't be a problem."

"Haha."

Adam had laughed awkwardly. "We're all friends, after all. Helping each other is what friends do, right?"

When Juno had once asked why he was afraid of her, he had always denied it. But this conversation was the first time in four years that he had indirectly admitted it to Juno—he really was afraid of her.

"Yes, we're friends."

Juno had looked Adam directly in the eye and answered seriously.

"Then it's settled."

Adam had breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "No matter what's going on with Karen and you, since you, Juno, have asked, I, Adam Duncan, will definitely help you out."

"Thanks."

Juno had patted Adam on the shoulder and smiled meaningfully. "Trust me, you'll never regret this decision."

"..."

Adam's mouth had twitched. What kind of wild thing is that to say? But...

By the time Adam came back to his senses, an hour had passed.

"Whew."

Adam had let out a heavy breath, shook his head, and muttered, "Why am I thinking about all this nonsense? It's just one dance. Right, just a simple dance! The most important thing now is making money."

With that thought, Adam took out a stack of paper from a drawer and placed it on the desk. Then he picked up a pen and began spinning it between his fingers.

During the days since driving back from New Jersey, he had thought about many things.

How could an ordinary person—no, a genius now—make money quickly?

The answer was that getting rich fast had no direct connection to whether someone was a genius. Otherwise, there wouldn't be that saying that building missiles was less profitable than selling tea eggs.

Zhou Shuren had said: The most profitable businesses are all written in the criminal code.

Naturally, Adam couldn't take enormous risks and break the law. Once his pace of progress was disrupted, he really would die young.

After thinking it over, the thing most likely to help Adam make quick money was still his memories from his previous life.

To some extent, those were memories from the future—or at least information highly similar to the future. Such information could be worth a fortune.

The problem was that it was only 1992, while he had transmigrated from 2020, a gap of twenty-eight years. The closer his memories were to 1992, the blurrier they became, to the point where they were practically blank.

He had no capital for business, no technical skill to create designs and sell patents. If he wanted to make money from his "future memories," he had to choose something with low investment, high returns, and no need for massive amounts of effort—something he could do part-time in his spare time.

Because his most important goal could not change. He still had to study medicine and walk the Path of a Great Doctor.

Was there really such a good opportunity?

There was!

Writing webnovels.

Most people dreamed of becoming writers, and Adam had been no exception in his previous life.

Back when webnovels were flourishing in East Country, he had briefly thrown himself into the field. Writing webnovels had almost no barrier to entry, but it still required talent and literary ability. Adam in his previous life had clearly lacked both, and he had always been an unsuccessful nobody.

But because of that, he had studied some masterpieces by great authors. He had even heard that some masterpieces could cure silver plating overseas, which meant webnovels had great potential abroad.

He had no intention of becoming a god with one book. He only hoped to earn some money to help cover his living expenses.

That further increased his chances of success.

The most powerful wish-fulfillment novel was naturally Dou Qi Transforms into a Horse, but Adam had not read much of it even in his previous life. When he tried to recall its millions of words in detail, his mind was blank. There was simply no way to reproduce it.

Other wish-fulfillment novels were much the same.

But there was one turning point: he had read the most popular novel of 2020, and when he had recently become a genius, his memories of 2020 had been wiped clean by an invisible rag.

Any information he had seen or heard in 2020 now appeared in his mind with perfect clarity, including that masterpiece with millions of words.

What excited him even more was that this novel was far more suitable for Adam to use than something like Dou Qi Transforms into a Horse.

This was the one.

Adam picked up his pen and wrote four words on the paper...

PS: Thanks to Zhao Family's Lixia for the tip!