What Did Fors Mean by "New Book Review Rejected"?

Backlund, Hillston District.

Fors lay in bed, sleeping soundly.

Thanks to the advancement of relevant legislation, the number of sunny days in Backlund had increased noticeably, and the midday sunlight today was especially wonderful. Unfortunately, our Miss Writer did not appreciate it. On the contrary, she had not only blocked out the light with thick curtains but also worn a light-blocking sleep mask to ensure the quality of her rest.

Numerous manuscripts lay scattered messily across the floor and desk. There was cold coffee in the cup on the table, and the ashtray was stuffed with cigarette butts.

Clearly, she had gone through a frenzied all-nighter before going to sleep.

"Creak."

Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open from outside. A chill immediately spread in with it.

"Mmm..."

Fors muttered, shifted her body, and curled deeper beneath the blankets.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a stack of envelopes landed on her forehead with a crisp sound.

"You're still not getting up? You've already slept for more than ten hours!"

A vigorous voice followed, seeming to make the entire room hum. "The mailbox outside is stuffed full, and you didn't even think to collect them!"

Fors's roommate and companion, Xio Derecha, said angrily.

She was petite, with short blonde hair, a white shirt, and riding trousers. She looked exceptionally lively, as though her body were filled with inexhaustible energy, practically like a tiny lioness. At that moment, she held a stack of newspapers in one hand while reaching directly for Fors's sleep mask with the other.

"No, let me sleep another five minutes. Just five minutes..."

Fors whimpered, trying to pull her sleep mask back down. "You have no idea how long it's been since I last slept..."

"You really need to change this habit."

Xio said helplessly, "Otherwise, even if you're a