It All Connects

"Good morning."

Xia Ping offered a greeting, though he felt a bit strange. Why was this woman, Jiang Yaru, looking so furious? Could it be that time of the month? He'd heard that during this period, a woman's temper could be quite volatile, and it was best not to provoke them.

"Good my foot!"

Sure enough, Jiang Yaru was in a foul mood. She even had a pair of panda eyes, looking as if she hadn't slept all night. She wore an expression of combined grief and indignation, her fair, delicate face flushed bright red: "You, you bastard, what exactly did you show me? How could you write such a shameless novel?!"

She was nearly losing her mind. Last night, she had gone to Penguin to search for this novel and even spent twenty-five Federal Coins to purchase it. She wanted to read from start to finish what on earth this guy had written to be so smug, even putting on an expression of looking down on her this morning.

Who could have imagined that from the very first chapter, things were already abnormal? It wasn't a campus novel, not a workplace novel, nor was it a literary novel; it was actually that kind of shameless erotic fiction.

As a top student who excelled in both character and academics and had read countless books, she naturally knew what erotic fiction was.

To be honest, Jiang Yaru didn't have any prejudice against such novels. She believed that if it existed, it was reasonable. Although she didn't like reading them, she wouldn't stop others from doing so.

The problem was that reading it was one thing, but writing it was something else entirely.

Can you imagine? This bastard Xia Ping was only a high school student, just eighteen years old, in the prime of his pure youth, like a blank sheet of paper. Yet, this guy had actually written such a shameless novel. What on earth was going on in his head? Was this the dirty, filthy inner thoughts of a man?

She knew that men had dirty, filthy inner thoughts, but usually, they just kept them to themselves and didn't act on them. But this shameless Xia Ping was different; he was a beast. He had actually turned his thoughts into action, written it down, and even published it online for countless readers to see.

This behavior was terrifying. When did Xia Ping become such a shameless, degenerate man? If he continued like this for a few more years, he might even end up on a criminal path.

"You read the novel I wrote?"

Xia Ping was a bit stunned. He hadn't expected Jiang Yaru to actually go and read it. And judging by her appearance, it wasn't just a casual glance; she seemed to have read it in detail from beginning to end.

"That's right, I read it. I read every single word." Jiang Yaru's pretty face flushed red, her beautiful eyes glaring at Xia Ping. She felt very guilty inside. Originally, she had rejected such a shameless novel and criticized it in her heart, wondering what was so great about it. If she wanted to read something like that, she might as well watch a movie.

But she never imagined that this novel was written so well that it instantly grabbed her attention, making her unable to stop and completely immersing her in it.

It seemed as if the joys, sorrows, and struggles of the female protagonist, Bai Rong, her helplessness, and her strength were all presented before her. While it looked like she was being toyed with by different men, in reality, wasn't she also maneuvering between them, toying with them in return? The descriptions were also incredibly brilliant and vivid.

"So, what did you think?"

Xia Ping was quite interested in this. He had originally assumed that only men read such novels, but in fact, quite a few women enjoyed them too. In reality, women seemed even more... that way than men.

"It's not good at all, it's terrible, absolutely awful. This novel completely reveals your dirty inner psychological state. If you dare to take this any further, you'll be a criminal, and you'll definitely be caught by the police."

Jiang Yaru glared at Xia Ping, her pretty face flushed. In fact, it was precisely because she had stayed up all night reading this novel that she had developed those panda eyes today.

For a pure girl like her, the content was too stimulating. It was like being asked to solve university-level problems before finishing elementary school; the difficulty was too high, and she had been completely overwhelmed.

It was hard to imagine how this bastard had come up with such realistic plot points. It was impossible to write like this without experience. Could it be that while this bastard looked like he had no luck with women on the surface, he was actually a veteran at toying with them? Had he been juggling multiple relationships since he was twelve, taking women to hotels at fifteen, and by eighteen, reached the realm of "passing through a field of flowers without a single leaf sticking to him"?!

Jiang Yaru couldn't help but think this way. She looked at Xia Ping with a suspicious expression. Even though they were childhood sweethearts, there were actually many things she didn't understand about him.

For instance, she had no idea when Xia Ping had advanced to the Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven.

"Very terrible?"

Xia Ping raised an eyebrow: "It seems you still don't understand it. I guess only men can truly understand it."

"Who doesn't understand it?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yaru immediately became indignant: "Let me tell you, this is nothing special. So-called art comes from life and rises above life..."

Wait, comes from life?!

Jiang Yaru was startled. She seemed to have thought of something terrifying, because the protagonist of the story seemed to be a teacher, and their own homeroom teacher, Qiu Xue, was a great beauty.

Although as a woman she was unwilling to admit it, she had to acknowledge that Teacher Qiu Xue was beautiful, had a hot figure, and was full of the aura of a mature woman. She had numerous pursuers in the school, and even many students were infatuated with her. Even she, as a woman, admired the teacher greatly.

And for Xia Ping to like Teacher Qiu Xue would be the most normal thing in the world. Could it be that because he liked Teacher Qiu Xue too much, it developed into a perverted obsession that he couldn't vent in reality, so he wrote this novel?

The protagonist's name also seemed to have a great connection. "Bai" (White) was "Xue" (Snow), and "Rong" was actually "Furong" (Hibiscus), and hibiscus flowers only bloomed in autumn. Putting these two characters together, wasn't it just referring to Qiu Xue?!

My god, what a beast!

He actually had such improper thoughts about a teacher! No wonder the beautiful teacher in the novel ended up remarrying a student; it was all for this reason.

If Teacher Qiu Xue found out about this, and knew that her own student had written a novel specifically because he liked her, the teacher would probably go insane.

She had also checked the click count of the novel; it seemed to have exceeded one hundred million. It was incredibly popular, and she guessed that countless people online had already read it.

"You beast, I never thought you were this kind of person. I really misjudged you. What will happen if the teacher finds out about this? Can you take responsibility for this?"

Jiang Yaru glared angrily at Xia Ping.

"Take responsibility?" Xia Ping blinked. He didn't understand Jiang Yaru's words. He had simply wanted to write a novel to make money; why would he need to take responsibility for anything?

But seeing Jiang Yaru's angry expression, he felt as if he had committed a grave mistake, like a scumbag who had finished his business and walked away.