　　When the popularity votes for Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance were counted this week, the cuttlefish, and even the entire Los Angeles comics industry, had no idea how to evaluate this work.
　　Although the news that Shui Xin is a male teenager hasn't fully spread, basically, people in the comics industry in Los Angeles have relatively well-informed news.
　　Newcomers, cartoonists, high school students... these elements are very eye-catching.
　　When everyone has recognized that the pen name Shui Xin, the boy whose real name is Chu Yu, is a rare genius in the comics industry in Los Angeles for decades.
　　Shui Xin once again taught the comic industry in Los Angeles a lesson.
　　The number of votes with more than 60,000 votes is not only a record of the number of popular votes for cuttlefish, but also a peak in the entire province of Los Angeles.
　　In the entire Los Angeles comics industry, faintly, more and more people have already used the title of Los Angeles's number one cartoonist to refer to Shui Xin...
　　...
　　This weekend, the entire Dragon Kingdom is immersed in joy. After all, the New Year's Eve is Sunday.
　　Compared with the lively city on Saturday, Mingcheng on Sunday is a bit deserted and lonely.
　　Basically everyone stays behind closed doors and stays at home with their families.
　　Even though he was only at home alone, Chu Yu still made a table of New Year's Eve dinner by himself, and after incense was given to his parents, Chu Yu was also quite content by himself.
　　On Weixin, Zhao Qinyin and Su Lu both sent him blessings.
　　The Cuttlefish New Year greeting messages were also sent, and even some comic writers who exchanged their mobile phone numbers at the Cuttlefish Annual Meeting also sent blessing messages.
　　It's almost as if I have really become a member of society.
　　Compared with the status of Chu Yu as a high school student, the current career of a cartoonist has undoubtedly a greater impact on his life.
　　At Zhao Qinyin's home, she and her grandma had a New Year's Eve dinner together and then turned on the TV, and watched the Spring Festival Gala with her grandma.
　　Although I feel that this show is getting boring year by year, and I haven't even drawn the comic manuscript in Chu Yu's house, but Zhao Qinyin still smiled, echoing her grandma all night and chatting with her.
　　...
　　It is different from Chu Yu and Zhao Qinyin, a lonely and widowed person who lives with his grandmother. It is in Wangxian, another county more than 100 kilometers away from Mingcheng.
　　Su Lu and his family gathered together.
　　Her parents, uncle, second uncle, third aunt... all the way to the seventh uncle, and the aunts, their children, daughter-in-laws, son-in-laws, her nephews and nieces, and even grand nieces and nieces There were about forty people, with Su Lu's grandfather as the center, and a total of almost five people at the table were seated.
　　"Xiao Lu, it's another one to come back to celebrate the New Year this year!"
　　"What about boyfriend?" Su Lu's grandfather asked first.
　　"Where is her boyfriend! I said last year that I would bring it home this year. Look like this..."
　　"It's not that I said you, Xiao Lu. Three months ago, I called you to go home for a blind date at the Sun's house. The conditions in the house are good. After seeing your photo, they can't forget... How about you? I just don't want to come back. I think it's just in time for the Chinese New Year. I will ask someone out the day after tomorrow, and you will meet up... If it's done, you don't have to run to Mingcheng to be a comic editor in the future. They are all so old, and they are still inseparable from those little kids..."
　　it has started.
　　Su Lu's previously relaxed expression suddenly collapsed.
　　It's like this every year, can't you stop a little bit?
　　...
　　This year, everyone has their own feelings. At twelve o'clock in the evening, a new day and a new year have also arrived.
　　The Dragon Star Award selection official website was created by the Magic Capital Seven University to select the Dragon Star Award.
　　Quietly, one hundred and sixty-seven comics were put on the shelves.
　　On this New Year's Eve, even Chu Yu, Su Lu, and Zhao Qinyin were almost asleep at this time.
　　After all, the Dragon Star Awards, which lasted for a full six weeks, really don't have to watch the website if you really want to pay attention.
　　But there are always exceptions, just like most people like to watch the Spring Festival Gala with the whole family during the New Year, but there are also many people who like to stay alone in the room and play games.
　　For fans of the Dragon Kingdom, this evening, compared with the New Year, the start of the Dragon Star Award selection also made them excited.
　　The selection of such an award is not only a grand gathering for cartoonists, but also a grand gathering for their fans.
　　In the eyes of many comic fans, it has been "9012" and the Internet has become so popular, but the comics industry does not seem to be connected to the Internet.
　　Each province has its own comic company and its own sales channels.
　　Fans from neighboring provinces don't understand each other's popular comics. It's just too normal.
　　Logically speaking, under such circumstances, online publishing should be a channel for a comic company to expand the influence of its excellent comics.
　　However, the imagination is full and the reality is very skinny. The comic companies that try this way often not only fail to attract the attention of other provinces, but because of the online publication of the periodical buyers in their own provinces, they do not buy physical periodicals. Now, I went to watch the serialization on the Internet, which caused a huge decline in the sales of comic magazines, and the revenue of the comic agency plummeted.
　　With the failure of predecessors in the first place, the comic companies that followed were tacitly focused only on physical journals.
　　This has also led to the current situation in the Dragon Kingdom comics world.
　　It is also because of this that the comic recommendation section of Xinman.com has a certain popularity. Although the netizens above do not all want to read pirated posts on it, but you comic clubs have no promise in letting the original works be distributed to other provinces, so you can't blame people. Go to the Internet to see piracy at home.
　　Although those works are often sealed and posted when they look at it...
　　For the selection of the Dragon Star Award, UU Reading www.uukanshu. Com just satisfies the need of Dragon Manga fans who want to know what other province comics are like.
　　They are genuine, and they are basically the first-name comics of various provinces. The viewing experience is undoubtedly much better than the pirated posts of Xinman.com, and you can also complain and leave comments in the real-time comic reading on the website.
　　So every year, when the Dragon Star Award starts to be selected, the traffic on the official website of the selection will reach a terrifying value during the Chinese New Year.
　　....
　　At two o'clock in the morning, the Dragon Star Awards official website updated these comics two hours later.
　　One point into the Dragon Star Awards official website, Li Xing saw the ranking of that comic.
　　The ranking list of participating comics for the Dragon Star Award is calculated based on the number of paid readers of this comic.
　　The number one work is the popular masterpiece of Qin Province, Blazing Feather, which has only been logged into this website for two hours.
　　In the work information, after reading the first three free comics, the number of people who top-up and paid to read the subsequent comic chapters has exceeded 90,000. Even every time the interface is refreshed, Li Xing will find that the number of people paying for the work has increased rapidly.
　　The second-ranked work is still a popular comic book in Qin Province, Soul of War, and the number of paying people has just exceeded 80,000.
　　The third-ranked work is still a popular work of Qin Province, my teacher's secret, and more than 60,000 paid readers.
　　From the fourth to the seventh, they are all well-known cartoons in Qin Province.
　　Only the eighth-ranked work is the work of Jiangsu Province, Xia Zhimeng.
　　Although it is only a temporary situation, isn't Qin Sheng's work that actually ranks eighth?
　　Li Xing's eyes condensed, and he wrote down the name of this work. He will definitely come back to read this comic by then.

another work published by me {My Cartoonist Guide}

　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
Reader C, "Hehe, Xiangbei is down !" It's over in the top eight in the country? Chu Yu Lao Kengbi, do you want to pass by saying "the dream of youth is imperfect"? I swear, I will die for your works in the future, outside of death, from my house If I jump down, I won’t look at it again!"


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With the cash and watch in tow, the group drove off in their car.
Li Du kept the watch in little bug's black hole. He had the real deal, why would he wear
a fake? He could not bear to dump the imitation watch, but could not derive any
happiness from keeping it either.
They stayed another night in a hotel and the next day, they started their journey back to
Phoenix.　　
Amengda Mountain in South Africa had been purchased successfully, and Li Du was
free to go over to develop the area any time he wished.
However, Li Du wanted to let Carl arrange for the diamond inspection team to conduct
their checks first. He was not in a hurry to begin the development and was keener to get
an evaluation of Amengda first.
For now, he wanted to go and resolve the bet he had made at Harry Winston, Inc. He
had to obtain Carlston Fritz's shares!
Sophie had returned to the villa first, and the five little ones had set up their own base in
the spacious backyard. Each of them drew out their territory.
Little Flathead, Ah Meng, had the largest territory. The four little ones were unwilling to
provoke Ah Meng. The hounds were clever enough to notice the wariness of their four
bosses, and were even more cautious around the new family member.
The truck entered the villa's grounds, where Big Quinn's wife, Rosalind, was waiting for
him with their three children. Seeing their father, the children climbed onto Big Quinn
and hung onto him like monkeys.
It was a heart-warming moment: Godzilla brought his gifts over to Victoria, Brother Wolf
went to see his recovering daughter and Lu Guan was reunited with his Golden
Retriever.
Hans wanted to take the opportunity to leave as well, and said, "I miss my sister very
much. I want to visit her."
"No, the two of us have to organize these books," Li Du said firmly.
Hans instantly lost his enthusiasm and said lifelessly, "We have to do all that work?"
Li Du said, "What if there are valuables in this pile of books? We have to look carefully."
Big Ivan took the initiative to bring down the books from the car. Hearing Li Du's words,
he took out a comic book that had been preserved in pristine condition. He passed it
over to them and said, "That's right. Look, this book seems like it could be valuable."
With a smile, Hans took the book from Big Ivan. His eyes widened.
Hans held the book in one hand and his phone in another. Then, seeing that his mobile
connection was too slow, Hans yelled at Lu Guan, "Let go of your stupid dog and bring
me my laptop! Hurry!"
Li Du stepped over, took a look at the book and said, "Aren't you being too dramatic?"
The comic book looked like it had been around for some time. The red cover page had
turned dull. On the front cover, Spiderman carried a little boy and was about to swing off
a skyscraper. There were shadows of cars on the streets below him.
The top right corner of the comic book carried the numbers '1962', and the bottom left
corner was labelled '12 cents'. The word Marvel was neatly printed above Spiderman. It
was a Marvel book.
Hans said, "Dramatic? I am beside myself. This seems to be the first Spiderman comic
book from 1962. If it really is, this is very valuable."
"More than ten million dollars?" Li Du asked expectantly.
Hans rolled his eyes, "How can that be? But it might fetch a few hundred thousand or a
few million."
Once he laid his hands on his laptop, Hans quickly made an internet search. Then, a
piece of news flashed on his screen. There was a picture of their comic book on the
news website.
The headline was, 'Spiderman' Snapped Up At Paris Auction. Comics Connection Pays
1.2 Million.
The news article described the story of that comic book. At an auction in Paris last year,
that first issue of Marvel's Spiderman comic was brought out, and Comics Connection
bought it for 1.2 million. It was actually exhibited in its town hall!
After reading that piece of news, Hans carefully removed the packaging to examine the
comic book more closely.
Having read the publishing details, he could not help but pump his fist in the air. He
yelled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! This is awesome! It's this book! One million and 200,000 !
One million and 200,000 US dollars!"
Shocked, Li Du asked, "Really? Someone would actually fork out over a million for a
comic book?"
The most expensive books that Li Du had come across were the set of National
Geographic magazines he kept. They were priced at more than ten million.
However, that was ten million for more than a thousand magazines. Besides, most of
those were the only existing copies in the world. Also, from his perspective, National
Geographic magazines represented parts of history. It belonged to the narrative of all
humankind, and was not something that comic books could compare to.
Now this comic book disrupted his understanding and knowledge of magazines and
their value. A comic book, one that was published only fifty odd years ago, could
actually be worth more than one million?
A million was not the most they could earn from the comic books, however. As they
continued to organize the stack of comic books, they found a few more that were as
precious or even more so.
One of those was the first issue of Superman. On the front cover, Superman was
wearing his iconic red cape, blue spandex top, and red pants. He was running away
from a storm, looking as cool as ever.
In the middle of the front cover were the words 'Action Comics #1'. This meant that it
was the first issue.
Hans caressed the dated comic book and said, looking punch-drunk, "This is history.
We are looking at history. Buddies, this was the start of it all, the birth of American
heroes! We are looking at a baby photo of an American hero!"
Li Du asked, "Is it very valuable? Run an online check, how much can it fetch?"
Hans said, "There are no trading records online. At most, there are only ten copies of
'Action Comics #1' in the entire world. Even DC Comics Company don't have it… oh,
they had it previously, but it was stolen!"
Li Du was optimistic, "Then it should be worth a lot, right?"
"Let's put it this way, don't talk about money, brother. This book is priceless!" Hans
exclaimed. "There are no trading records of the original copy of this comic. However,
the re-released copy was sold for 1.8 million US dollars!"
Li Du was shocked. "A re-release version can fetch such a high price? Are those comics
collectors crazy?"
Hands said, "The high price is due to the main character. Superman is iconic, it is the
first superhero in human history!"
Li Du shook his head, "At the time of the Ming dynasty, we already had a superhero
named Sun Wu Kong in China. This is the first superhero in our history."
Hans called out, "Who cares who came first? Anyway, this comic is very valuable. It is
very, very valuable!"
Li Du carefully took the book out of the wrapping paper.
There was a price indicated on the front page. The comic was published in June 1938,
and its selling price had been ten cents.
As Hans continued to call out, 'careful, careful', Li Du checked the information related to
that comic book. 　　
The first issue of Superman comics, 'Action Comics #1', was the holy grail in the comics
industry. It was said that there were fifty copies of it in the world, but there were less
than ten registered on the official records. They were sitting either in huge publishing
houses or in the hands of billionaires.
Besides, Li Du also found a hand-painted copy of the 'Fantastic Four' that had Stan
Lee's autograph on it. That comic book was also worth a lot. Comic books hand-painted
by Stan Lee were typically exhibited in the gallery of Marvel Comics. Few of them were
found in the possession of individuals.


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

It's a comic now, as I've already read it, I could actually see things I liked. *Obviously, I just saw it for research purposes*.

What to say about this comic? It's good! No, even better, it's the best.

I don't mind if the Zombie-Invasion thing isn't something so original, I like the Mc - Ling Mo - and his girlfriend Ye Lian. Why? Because as the title of the novel says, Ye Lian became a zombie, but what is even more interesting, is that our Mc can control zombies, so he wants to help Ye Lian becoming human again as zombies can become more intelligent - and powerful - so more like humans, the more cores of other zombies they eat. But zombies aren't the only ones with this power. If a human eats a zombie core, the latter will evolve too..so yeah, it's basically the plot as it deepens after a few chapters, introducing new characters and all.

So, I hope you found a good reason to see it, if it does fit your expectations and you don't want to wait for the fast passes, you can easily read it on some illegal site, they're quite updated with scans. Then you'll use your fast passes I hope you have to read the few leftovers you couldn't read because they aren't yet online as scans just yet.

That's all...I'll do some other recommendation tomorrow.

I try to recommand good books on webnovel or other sites..I'm sorry if I bumped into someone who's not interested

Bethany is 3 years old now, will be turning 4 very soon. She was underweight before she was born, so Dara tried her best to gain Bethany's weight. 

Yes, of course.

Dara gained herself some weight. Dara thought, "it's fine, I will get to my normal weight after delivering her to birth. Just exactly the way I did when I have  Christian."

Indeed. She lost some weight. But the problem was that the weight loss was a lot less than the weight gain. Although she's not in an obese state, still she felt a bit insecure in the beginning.

But Dara knew she can't complain, and she had no time for any strict diet or any weight loss program because of breastfeeding. So she just accepted her new shape. And she kept on accepting it for the next couple of years. She keeps on trying to be happy in her skin.

And just today, after all these years, she met a fitness trainer through online media, she just can't stop thinking and getting excited about how she will get back to her dream shape in an easier way and for free. Wow! Fitness trainer for free! Who wouldn't be excited to see how it goes?

***

It's late in the afternoon, Dara is examining Christian's homework while her children are enjoying Friday's ice cream with chocolate chips and cereal sprinkles and smoothies. Singapore and Greece have 5 hours time difference, so it's around lunch break for Dara's new coach.

Dara's phone bipping. She knows it's from her 'coach'. She unlocks her phone but doesn't open the chat room, seeing what her coach sent her. It was only a greeting because they haven't talked at all today. Suddenly Dara remembered that she doesn't know his real name after almost a week of talking.

Dara replies his "good afternoon" with a  short line of a  message, "good afternoon to you too."

Then she adds one more when she sees that he is online, "I'm checking my son's homework, I will reply to you soon enough when I'm done with kids."
He replies in a few seconds, "sure babe, go on."

Dara smiles seeing his quick reply and how understanding he is every time Dara mentions her children. He never sounds impatient or cynical or jealous after found out that Dara has a little family. Always sounds patient and sympathetic and he's always fun.

They haven't seen each other's face, but Dara has already felt good vibes from that man. She has opened the other chats that she got on the same day as she met K, but they were boring or perverted or weird people. 

***

There was a man who had this on his bio "I'm a fun and open-minded person, here looking for friends from all around the world." And Dara was attracted to him because of the nice pictures of himself and his holiday pictures from different countries. 

They talked quite a bit in the introduction. He was a Canadian. He had so many beautiful pictures of nature from different parts of the world,  but mostly mountains and hills. Seemed that he likes outdoor sporty activities such as hiking or climbing. She could say that from his physical appearance that was quite well-shaped with a broad chest.

They liked each other and chatted for quite an intense first day before he found out that Dara is married and has two children the next day. He suddenly ended the chat room, leaving Dara confused with a jaw-dropping. And she thought, "did I say anything wrong?"

That annoyed her a lot and made her grumpy for hours before she met a nice woman. Dara told her what was happening between her and the Canadian. Then the woman named Jules explained that the Canadian probably wanted sex with her, and chatting with a married woman was not his intention. Dara thought that Jules might be right and she felt better with that assumption.

She talked quite a few with Jules and she shared some of her experiences on the Tinkle app which one of those had led her to a real romance a while ago but then they broke up recently and here she was once again for another one. 

Dara enjoyed being on the Tinkle app, and she wrote her books and comic titles on her bio in efforts to promote them. "Great work, Dara, you hit two birds with one stone! New friends yes, promoting your work yes!" 

She met another new chatter, a good looking built-up man named Dean in a proper suit and bald head. His bio was "I'm a dominant man looking for an Asian submissive mature woman," which made Dara think a bit and wanted to ask about his bio. But she decided to pass him away without greeting him back because she didn't intend to have any heavy conversation.

Then she met another polite-looking man. He had a picture of himself in front of the mirror, in a white t-shirt and striped shirt as the outer, holding a see-through cup of tea that was only at the bottom left. His face was covered by his phone.

His bio was "Here are the scores that have been updated once in a day," then Dara saw different countries having different numbers next to it. And the very bottom of his bio was, "let me rate you!" And that was a bit interesting for Dara. 

They greeted each other then Dara asked, "what are you rating about?"
"Oh, you read that? Not everyone read bios though," he said nicely.
"Really?"
"Yeap. I mostly asked them by myself, haha."
"Ohh… I am new to this. But I really enjoy reading people's bio because I always find something different."
"Yeah, sometimes I read too, but not always."
"Soo… what are you rating?"
"Are you sure you're interested?"
"I might be, why do you ask me back that way?"
"Because you're Asian. Most Asians don't do this. Well, I know, culture."
"Culture? So your rating stuff is related to cultures?"
"Well, no."
"What is it then?"
"Hmm...okay. Since you are so insisting. I rate boobs."
"What do you mean you rate boobs?"
"Well, I mean I rate boobs, honey."
"How??" Dara started to widen her eyes in disbelief.
She saw that one country has 5 digits of the number.
"What's the highest score ever?" She asked him again.
"The highest was a Russian, her score was 94 of 100."
"Omg! How many girls have you rated?"
"Hahaha, I'm not sure…. So, will you let me rate you?"


"I have never known what efforts were;
I have never known what submission referred to;
I have never known what my passion was;
I have never known what I, myself really was;
Until there was… You"
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Rewritten version
21+ alert!!!
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Dara is indeed a great submissive catch for a cold-hearted Dominant man like him, she's an innocent, a pure one to be taught, wrapped in a beautiful, petite, almost flawless appearance.
For Dara herself, this is her very first time to get into this kind of darker side.
.
Being a slave means being strong. 
More than what she has become all along. 
The circumstance that Dara has never thought would be extremely challenging. 
But, by being his slave...
She finds herself.
She finds her deepest, hidden passion that she has never realized herself, before.
She finds a way to overcome.
She finally learns how to share a man, like a harem.
.
.
Getting into the BDSM world virtually, was never her intention at all, but here she is sharing a man with girls from all over the world, in a virtual room of harems.
Jealousy, humility, degrading, among friendly, sympathetic, cooperation, partnerships, and even knowledge shared there. All of the mixing emotions of ups and downs flutter her heart and sanity. 
.
Will she grow stronger and earn him?
Will she survive with all of the emotional occurrences? 

IP was flourishing in the entertainment industry now. Now that national comics had become popular, the entertainment companies had turned their focus to comics.
For instance, Qin Xiuchen participated in the casting call of The Realm of Gods.
Yiyi Zining was currently very popular on the Internet. As one of the screenwriters, she took the initiative to contact Qin Xiuchen's company. This was why Qin Xiuchen's company supported Yiyi Zining's new release.
This wasn't supposed to be a big deal, but Yiyi Zining obviously had a team behind her.
The team made Film Emperor Qin's support into a hot topic and bought views so it would appear on the hot searches.
Today, Yiyi Zining's new comic was on sale and the topic "Film Emperor Qin's support" was a hot topic again. It was the 6th most popular search topic, just below "Yiyi Zining's new comic."
Managers were already used to this kind of hype in the entertainment industry. It wasn't the first time Qin Xiuchen had been used to increase something or someone's popularity.
However, this time was different. Thinking about Cheng Mu's phone call, the manager almost wanted to cry.
"What's going on?" Qin Xiuchen sat up and asked someone to remove his makeup.
He glanced at his manager in the mirror.
The manager told him about what happened.
After hearing what happened, Qin Xiuchen didn't say anything. He only raised his hand and asked the makeup artist to stop. He took out his phone and downloaded the Pinnacle Studios app as per his manager's words.
As soon as he entered, he saw Magic Lamp's advertisement.
He clicked on it and looked directly at his phone.
The manager was paying attention to Qin Xiuchen's expression. Qin Xiuchen was a little dumbfounded at the end of the comic.
"Xiuchen?" The manager couldn't help but pause when he saw his expression.
Qin Xiuchen seemed to take a deep breath.
The manager saw his fingertips pause in WeChat for a few seconds before heading to Weibo in determination.
The two hot searches were still in Yiyi Zining's favor.
He directly searched for Magic Lamp, and what he found was Pinnacle Studios's Weibo. The discussion below had changed because someone commented that Magic Lamp couldn't be compared to Yiyi Zining.
[Magic Lamp's popularity is but a fraction of Yiyi Zining's.]
[They can only hope to fail. Any top certifications and promotions are useless. They will continue to remain below us.]
[This is the first time I've seen a promoted post not even get 100 comments!]
…
Qin Xiuchen scrolled down and refreshed Weibo. He immediately saw a new post by Yiyi Zining.
[Film Emperor Qin is a respected actor, and he always takes care of his own people. Thank you.]
Why didn't Qin Xiuchen realize that Yiyi Zining was the one creating the momentum?
"I honestly had a good impression of Yiyi Zining before, but the way she's trying to bring your niece down by using the power of your fans… You know that your fans are more aggressive than ordinary celebrities." The manager glanced at him and couldn't help but shake his head.
Qin Xiuchen raised his head and smiled sarcastically. "We can only solve this problem ourselves."
He closed Weibo and said faintly, "Do you know what to do?"
The manager hurriedly nodded.
No one was more professional at controlling public opinion than Film Emperor Qin's company.
…
Pinnacle Studios.
Yiyi Zining didn't relent. On Weibo, Magic Lamp's new publication was overshadowed by Yiyi Zining's popularity, and even Editor Shen felt that something was wrong.
"Yiyi Zining's big fan has given her a gift of 100,000 yuan for her new comic" was now a trending topic. After seeing the trends on Weibo, Assistant Cao came downstairs to look for Editor Shen. "Do you think that Magic Lamp has a dedicated fan like that?"
She refreshed her homepage and saw the news.
The Supreme level Cruise Ship was the most expensive gift on the platform. It cost 10,000 yuan.
Now, her notifications were filled with news on Celestial Wolf.
[Mu Chenglin gave Celestial Wolf a Supreme level Cruise Ship. Quickly come and take a look!]
[Mo gave Celestial Wolf a Supreme level Cruise Ship. Quickly come and take a look!]
[My niece's braindead fan gave Celestial Wolf a Supreme level Cruise Ship. Quickly come and take a look!]
[Swordsman Xiuchen gave Celestial Wolf ten Supreme level Cruise Ships. Quickly come and take a look!]
Just as Assistant Cao finished looking at them, her notifications were updated again.
[CJ gave Celestial Wolf ten Supreme level Cruise Ships. Quickly come and take a look!]
Assistant Cao was a little confused by the news. She looked at Editor Shen and rephrased her sentence. "Your… Magic Lamp is quite awesome. She has so many loyal fans after so many years?"
As soon as she spoke, she received another notification.
[Jinjin is also selling clothes today gave Celestial Wolf ten Supreme level Cruise Ships. Quickly come and take a look!]
Ten Supreme level Cruise Ships at once.
This momentum would definitely crush Yiyi Zining.
Editor Shen was now extremely troubled by Magic Lamp. He switched his account and liked the gifts given to Celestial Wolf. He didn't mind them and answered Assistant Cao perfunctorily.
Assistant Cao looked at his expression and sighed before changing the topic to something serious. "Weibo is being overwhelmed with public opinion. Have you experienced such an event before?"
Editor Shen pursed his lips and made a voice call to Magic Lamp.
Seeing the screen on his phone, Assistant Cao stood by his side and waited as he made a call.
"Editor Shen?" On the other end, Qin Ran's voice was calm as usual.
Editor Shen took a deep breath and pretended to be relaxed. "Have you checked out your new comic? Many fans are giving you rewards."
Cheng Mu had already shared this gossip with Qin Ran.
Qin Ran touched her chin and said, "Most of them are from my friends."
"Anyway, they are fans who are supporting you." Editor Shen smiled. "The response is very good. I'm hoping for the next volume soon."
After that, they chatted for a little before the call ended.
As soon as the call ended, Editor Shen started to smile. He called her because he wanted to know how she was.
"Was that Magic Lamp?" Assistant Cao was shocked. Although she heard that Magic Lamp was a female, she didn't expect her to sound so young. "She seems to be in a good mood. Has she checked Weibo?"
After recovering from her shock, Assistant Cao shook her head and sighed. "Now, I believe that she doesn't care about the performance of her new comic book."
Editor Shen held his phone tightly and raised his head. "Where's Young Master Mo?"
Yiyi Zining wasn't giving in, and the results of Magic Lamp's performance weren't good. Editor Shen's heart sank. He was afraid that Magic Lamp would be ruined in his hands.
The only way out was to look for Mo Zhihuai. Only Mo Zhihuai in the entire Pinnacle Studios was able to control what was happening now.
Editor Shen was betting that Mo Zhihuai would help Magic Lamp.
"Just as I thought, Yiyi Zining is still trending. Magic Lamp's survival will depend on Young Master Mo. I think that Young Master Mo thinks highly of Magic Lamp. I will take you up first."
Assistant Cao took Editor Shen to look for Mo Zhihuai.
…
In the office, Mo Zhihuai was on the phone with his father after reading Celestial Wolf.
"The Liu family has never been clean." Mo Zhihuai stood by the window and lowered his eyes. "They contacted the big figures in the capital. I'm still checking, and I will let you know once I find out more news. As for Film Emperor Qin, he's part of the Qin family. We can't talk to him for now."
After speaking to his father, he finally told the person knocking on the door to come in.
Mo Zhihuai was wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers as usual. He looked comfortable and elegant. "Sit."
He pointed at the sofa.
"Young Master Mo." Editor Shen didn't sit immediately and lowered his head. "It's about what's happening on the internet."
Mo Zhihuai asked his secretary to bring in three cups of coffee. He took one sip of his coffee before looking at Editor Shen. "On the internet?"
"Yes. Magic Lamp is being suppressed online." Editor Shen mentioned Magic Lamp in a firm tone. "Now, there's a group of people ridiculing her on the internet. Her opening was really shocking, and some netizens are trying to bring her down. If this continues, I'm afraid… this will be the end."
After reading the update, Mo Zhihuai had been busy with other things. The head of the corporation didn't have much time to follow the developments online.
He only found out about it after Editor Shen and Assistant Cao told him about it.
Editor Shen didn't mention Yiyi Zining. He knew that Yiyi Zining's identity wasn't simple, and he was afraid that if she was mentioned, Mo Zhihuai's impression of Magic Lamp would be ruined.
He only talked about Magic Lamp's haters.
Twenty minutes later.
"I missed out on it. Leave the public opinion to me." Mo Zhihuai's expression was serious. "You comfort Magic Lamp."
After that, Mo Zhihuai got up and walked to his desk. He picked up the landline and called the public relations department.
For a company as big as Pinnacle Studios, it was natural for it to have a public relations department.
The public relations department accepted the task.
Editor Shen let out a long sigh.
Mo Zhihuai hung up his phone and was just about to open Weibo.
The landline rang again.
It was the public relations department.
"Young Master Mo, do you really want us to manipulate the comments for Magic Lamp?"
Mo Zhihuai paused. He pressed the hands-free button. "Is it difficult?"
Editor Shen felt even more nervous.
"No…" On the other end, the public relations department paused before continuing, "Did you not read the latest hot search on Weibo?"
He honestly didn't.
The three people in the office were just discussing the next steps.
After hearing what the public relations department said, they all subconsciously opened Weibo and looked at the hot search.
In less than half an hour, the hot search topics on Weibo were all replaced.
The group was shocked by the first to the fourth hot topic.
[The Second volume of Celestial Wolf]
[Misu's recommendation and praise]
[Film Emperor Qin's promotion]
[Netizens group together to send death threats]
They clicked on the first hot search topic. It had 9000 comments on Weibo.
[The second part of Celestial Wolf was released. The content was praised by Misu, the famous comic book author of Continent M. Magic Lamp lived up to expectations since her last appearance in the Asian Science Fiction world!]


[Two-faced Languid Rich Male Lead vs. Deeply Hidden Beautiful Female Lead] 
Qin Ran had grown up in the countryside. She disappears in the third year of high school and ends up suspended for a year. One year later, she is brought to Yun Cheng by her mother to attend First Middle School. 
Her mother tells her: "Your stepfather is from a prestigious family, your brother is a genius, and your younger sister is a top student. Don't be an embarrassment to them." 
Anybody who is anybody in Beijing all receives a warning from Master Juan of the Cheng family: Master Juan's wife is from the countryside and doesn't know how to socialize nor make connections... her temper is also really bad, so please be tolerant of her. 
One day, when Master Juan is investigating a certain big shot, his subordinate stares at the sockpuppet—an online identity used for purposes of deception—he had accidentally revealed. It's from the wife that supposedly doesn't know anything... He falls into silence. 
The two bigshots has probably been hiding their sockpuppets from each other in order not to make the other party feel inferior.

Just Stay
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ROGUEOWL // 11:29 pm
Tyler looked at her, mesmerized by her expression. The long eyelashes, full lips, wild hair. She was powerful and independent, things that he used to run from in a woman. But in Willow, he was drawn to her like a magnet, dragged to be by her side. 

When she was captured, he imagined what he would feel like without her. When she was injured, he suddenly knew how devastating it could be to see her hurt. She was bleeding, but he felt every drop, was pained by every scar.

"I care what happens, because I care about you, Willow."

She owned his heart, so when it broke, his broke too.


Rylee's Room // 11:31pm
It felt like the temperature moved from 72 straight to 100 degrees (f). Rylee's cheeks flames, she buried her face in her pillow and muffled a squeal, hoping Tara wouldn't hear her. She re-read the post, trying to keep her heart from beating faster. They were just words, but they managed to stir so many emotions. How did RogueOwl DO that? 

It was official. She was swooning over a digital romance.

'It's not like he confessed his love for YOU, you dork,' she thought, holding her pillow to her stomach. She knew real life love stories never turned out that sweet. With Blake it had been an anti-climactic 'hey, lets go out'. She couldn't remember feeling butterflies this intense in that relationship, and they had been engaged.

The thought sobered her, and stopped her from typing her reply. The longer she looked back, the more ridiculous it all seemed. Rylee had been picking out wedding dresses, looking at venues, but it never felt magical.

What if it never felt that way? What if her heart only thundered for someone else's romance?

Well, at least that meant she would feel giddy sometime...right?

Rylee looked at the clock, knowing she needed to go to bed soon. Having the time off her feet did not mean she got to sleep in, sadly. It felt almost routine to get up early and be dumped on Evan's doorstep. If she was honest, she might even say she was looking forward to it.

Rylee spent most of this week helping Evan with his art. They finished the commissions he had due, and Monday's web comic was ready. Instead of being behind, he was actually ahead for the following week. In fact, helping Evan was relaxing, and she had really enjoyed herself. They talked, discussed the projects, and it was nice having lunch with him. Evan still managed to cook decently with one arm, and made tacos, chicken and rice, and a homemade Mac and cheese. When she asked why he put so much effort into cooking, he just shrugged and told her he really didn't have much else he could do.

Rylee couldn't fault him. That was why she was helping after all. She spent the last 5 days off of work, and her time at home was mostly spent on the forum. She enjoyed writing, but it didn't prevent her from feeling restless. She didn't miss working, but it would be a lie if she didn't feel anxious having the spare time. Free time meant hours she wasn't getting paid for. She couldn't afford much more of this.

Tara told her not to worry, believing that the settlement from the accident would make up for lost pay. It sounded nice in theory, but their bills couldn't wait forever. 

Rylee put her phone aside and stared at her ceiling. Tomorrow she had a doctors appointment in the afternoon. Evan offered to give her the ride there, since Tara still had work. With any luck, she would be free of the chair and the stitches, and life would resume to normal. So why did that make her feel so sad? Was it the art?

Or was it Evan?

No. No no. She put the pillow over her face and resisted the urge to hit herself with it. He was a famous artist. He had millions of online followers. She was a no-name nerd who worked at a burger place. Yeah, this week had been great, but he was Zane's friend, not hers.

'You can't go through all of this and still not consider him a friend.'

The thought was surprisingly honest. The car crash, community day, the artwork, all of those things brought them together in the span of a week. Rylee finally had to admit that obligation wasn't all that made her visit Evan.

//Sparrow, you heading to bed?// the message was waiting for her when she glanced at the chat box. 

//Wish I could say no, but I have to work tomorrow.// she responded. //I'll have a reply by tomorrow night though! See you then!// 

Rylee logged off and shut the web browser, wondering what RogueOwl would say about the situation. Helping Evan was still doing artwork, it just wasn't her own project like she wanted to really try. Her desk had more doodles and sketches of Bandit. She even had one of two drafts she felt would be worth sharing online. She just didn't feel ready to jump yet.

Weren't life of death experiences supposed to jump start you to try everything you never imagined you could? Why did she still feel so afraid...

Rylee was a college student with her dreams spread out before her. She was engaged to her best friend, pursuing her passion for art, and couldn’t wait for the future. But everything came crashing down when he departed, leaving her heart and her wallet empty. 

Despite the pain of betrayal, she tried not to loose hope. Putting her plans on hold, she was forced to focus on a 9-5 work cycle, secretly wondering about the ambitions she shelved in the process. The occasional artist alley table was not enough to fulfill her longing to do what she loved, and importantly, to find REAL love.

Everything changes as she grows closer to an online friend. Late night role playing adventures turn into long conversations, and his encouragement spurs her to return to forgotten projects. Meanwhile, she meets a famous artist, who makes her want to give love another chance.

Could it be, this love story, would be hers this time?

Authors notes: Bi-weekly updates, original story, thank you for reading!

Everything's a cycle, you know?
The first weeks that after they basically fired me from the hotel, I started to look for a new job. Again. I sent my resume to whatever job opportunity I could find. Again. I felt extremely stressed and anxious every time a company showed me they were interested in me, but I still manage somehow to get job interviews. Again.
But, when I had a job interview scheduled, I started to think for excuses that would make me believe having that job was a bad idea. Things like: "they'd pay you too little," "your workplace would be really far away, and I don't like this neighborhood. I don't want to leave my car here, unprotected, all day long," "your workplace would be one of the most depressing ones I've ever seen," "you don't really know or care about this place," "really? Sales? You, the most introverted person you know, think you'd be good at sales?"
And so on.
Also, I feel sometimes, during the job interviews, I was too honest, and sometimes too dishonest.
And sometimes I just simply forgot about the interview. Well, one time I remembered it… 5 minutes before. And when that happened I wasn't shocked or sad or had a mini heart attack, I was just like "well, it seems I'm not getting that job. Anyway…"
So, yeah…
But then, after I saw some starting publisher was looking for comics and manga artists, I decided to distract myself from my constant failures learning a new useless ability. Again. So I bought some how-to-draw-manga books, some mechanical pencils, a sketchbook and a couple specialized pens for the inking and started to watch some how-to-draw tutorials. 
As the time passed by I began to understand how precise drawing is—a line half a millimeter to the left or right, or a slightly sharper curve could make the different of a really neat drawing or a piece of garbage—and how complex is the world we live in: reality could broke down in infinite shapes that are combined in infinite ways—and it's really important to understand them well to get the light and shadows right—how incredibly complex is the human body, and how incredibly well artist understand it; how artist must understand extremely well what they're drawing, and how you need to practice anything you're drawing—not only any object but parts of the human body, like hands (they're so free and active and important there's an infinite amount of ways to draw them, and an infinite amount of ways to get them wrong, but I like to draw them, though,) legs (they're a little complex because the shape of both the thighs and the calves are a little asymmetrical and change depending on the perspective, and the knees are slightly tilted and pointing outwards,) body proportions (it's just hell to get everything right,) hair (there are an infinite amount of hair types and styles, and you need to make hair strands a little bit varied to make them look natural but I always end up making them exactly the same or extremely similar, so they end up looking weird,) eyes (there are a lot of shapes and sizes, so I always end up drawing the same ones, and I'm really avoiding drawing pupils because they end up looking like serial killers,) eyelashes (believe it or not, I have some problems when it comes to make them look right and not like ugly thorns coming out of someone's eyes,) arms (because they're not just cylinders, they change slightly in size and shape especially in the elbow area,) feet (I have problems to draw them in some specific angles and viewpoints;) and different other things relating to a character, like expressions (there are so many of them, and a lot are so similar it's really easy to draw the wrong one, and at the moment you're about to draw them, you realize you only have a vague idea of how they are, so you start making those expressions while looking at the mirror, or the front screen of your phone,) body language (same thing as the previous one,) and clothing (there are so many different types and styles, and I have a really hard time drawing folds that look natural and express how tight or loose the clothing is.)   
Also I began to understand inking is extremely precise and, for most of the time, a pain in the ass—even if you're the most careful you can be, the chances you'd draw a wrong line and screw everything up are really high, especially with hands. 
It doesn't matter how much time you spend making your drawings as best as you can, they'll immediately look like shit.
Also, I don't know why but, once you inked your whole drawings, you then realize the arms are too long, or the hair was placed too high, or the eyes aren't that aligned, or the eyebrows are too thick, or the nose is a little too big, or the torso was too thin, or too thick, or the legs were too long, or etcetera.
And also also, since I wanna draw comics, I have to choose the size and shape of each panel (and this is more important than you think because it can help your storytelling and the rhythm of it,) the scene, the viewpoint, the character's poses, the backgrounds and etcetera.
What I'm trying to say here is that there's A LOT of variables when it comes to drawing, and I have to master ALL of them.
Anyway, for the next month or so I spent most of my day reading—mostly manga and comic theory books by Will Eisner and Scott McCloud—writing, learning how to draw manga style, watching anime and taking screenshots of characters I wanted to draw—maybe because of their expression, their hairstyle, the light and shadow on their faces, their hands, the folds in their clothing, their body pose, and so on.
Nothing else happened, but at least I haven't felt that happy since ages—I never really thought I could survive as a comic/manga artist, to be honest, but it was nice to forget about everything else and draw.
But I still needed a job, especially when that starting publisher struggled to sell all the comics they started printing.
So I started to look for a job. Again.
Then, one day, I was buying some groceries and, in my way to the checkout, I stumbled with their Funko Pops on sale. Now, I'm not a really big fan of those figures, but I had more than a couple of them at home, so I decided to check them out.
There I found some Yu Yu Hakusho figures—Botan, Kurama, and Hiei. Now, this last one caught my eye because of that "Special Edition" sticker.
Just out of curiosity, I took my phone and checked how much it was selling online—they're normally cheaper there.
But there wasn't anyone selling them in my country—except for some really sketchy post of buy-it-now-and-we'll-order-it-from-China-and-in-a-month-or-two-you'll-receive-the-totally-legit-not-fake-funko-you-ordered.
For me it seemed like a really good business opportunity.
So I bought it and sold it online in two days.
I tripled its price.
But I could totally sell it at a higher price.
And considering taxes and commissions, I didn't get that much, but I still got a good deal, though.
So I had a bad business idea.
How about I started checking everywhere for opportunities like this. Or how about I started buying Funko Pops that were common now, but will definitely increase they value in a year or so—like that Spike Spiegel Funko I decided not to buy a couple years ago, and now it's worth like ten times its original value or something.
Think about it: a business specialized not in selling the same Funko Pops everyone's selling, but the rare ones, the discontinued ones; the kinda place collectors would get the figures they can't find anymore.
It could be a good business opportunity—even though the fact it could be doesn't mean it will be. 
Anyway, I was excited with the idea, so I started dedicating all my mornings to look for rare and cheap Funko Pops—and all my afternoons to read, write and learn how to draw. 
The first day I visited some convenience stores. Some of them had a few ones, but they weren't that interesting—all of them were sold even cheaper everywhere online.
I also visited a geek store near there. They had A LOT of Funkos. Walls and walls of them, so I spent a lot of time looking for the ones I didn't see everywhere/knew they were basically worthless, taking pictures of the interesting ones, looking for them online, asking the clerk about their prices, and getting disappointed because they were expensive. 
Except for one: a Guillermo del Toro Funko Pop!
I didn't know that existed, so I checked online, and they were some on sale, but at a really high price.
When I asked the clerk for the price on that one, he told me it was on clearance.
So I obviously bought it.
I sold it the same day—even though I was almost certain no one would want it.
Then I start buying more and more of those Funkos. At first I just bought the ones that were cheaper than other places and may increase their price in the future—like a SSJ Goku glow in the dark, a Darth Maul, a Jackie Chun Limited Edition.
I then realized I spent a considerable amount of money—but nothing to worry too much about; I just used a big part of my emergency savings, and not my life saving (which I'm not gonna touch for this.)
So I decided to start thinking a little bit more about my investments. I checked online for all the offers available for the franchises that seemed promising to me—you know, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, Disney, Evangelion, Naruto, Star Wars, and so on. And when I say all, I mean all—we're talking the bottom of the barrel here.
I found a cheap Cowbow Bebop collection—everything except Spike and Ed with Ein—at a really cheap price—but when I bought it the seller backed down because he solved his financial problem that made him offer that part of his personal collection, and I was happy but sad about it.
I also found a cheap Evangelion collection—Summer Convention Asuka, regular Asuka, Shinji, Rei and a bloody Eva Unit 1. The limited Asuka had a little bump on the bottom, but considering the price it was worth it.
Except I already had a bloody Eva Unit 1.
At first I was like: "It's Evangelion, it's a safe investment. And those are exclusives. They're gonna increase their price in no time."
And then I was like: "Maybe, but I don't need two of them. Besides, the Eva I have right now has a free change or refund warranty from the site—the country's equivalent to eBay." 
So I bought that guy's collection.
Then I waited its arrival—all the figures were in really good conditions, even the Convention Asuka, whose bump wasn't that big of a deal—checked both Evas and returned the one in the least great condition—which was the one I had in the first place. 
The company that sold me the first one asked me why I wanted the refund, and I said I didn't need it anymore or something like that. Then they just texted me: "well, we'll losing money for the return shipment, but it's fine."
That same day, I received a couple Funkos I bought online from different sellers—a Rock Lee and an Itachi. The last one even came with a protector box—you know, the plastic and transparent ones that are supposed to keep your Funko in pristine conditions. 
But underneath the protector box I could see the Funko's box was kinda broken.
Irony, I know.
When I tried to return it, I realize this one didn't have the free change & refund warranty, so I had talk to the seller and convince him to change my product for free. 
And the seller was none other than the one of the passive-aggressive text.
So, I sent them the most apologetic message I could write.
They just told me to return the Funko and gave me a refund.
And that was that.
Then I came to the conclusion I still wasn't investing and managing my improvised store smartly enough, so I made an Excel file with all the items I considered interesting from all the stores and sites I visited: it had their price; the lowest price I could sell it in different sites—the eBay equivalent, Amazon (I'm currently working to be a seller there, but it's not that easy,) Facebook Marketplace, and maybe eBay (I still have to check out everything about that site, though, but it seems really worth it)—considering taxes, shipping and the site's commission; the suggested price to sell it in each site with a moderate profit margin; the profit margin I would be earning depending on the price I decided to sell it; the lowest prices from the competitors from each site; the profit margin I would be making if I sold it at those prices.
Also the file had my inventory and all the data about profit, competitor's prices, suggested price, etcetera.
It also has a simple calculator with all that data so I could check really quickly if an offer was worth my interest or not.
I know, I know, that's what Excel's for, and most people could do something way better in a blink of an eye.
But this is something I made with no job experience in that regard. 
I haven't used Excel since college.
And I think I did pretty well, so I'm proud of myself.
Anyway, when I finish preparing this improvised business maybe I'd need to get a job to get some money to invest—and to recover my previous investment, and to save a little... if I can.

So maybe I'll have to start the job-looking cycle once again.

Becoming a hikikomori has nothing to do with rejecting society or having trouble adapting. It’s about emptiness.

"See if there's any medicine for fever and inflammation." As Chen Yuheng placed the thermometer back in the box, he felt weak in his limbs. His muscles and joints were aching from the high fever.
Gu Anbao rummaged through the medicine box. Paracetamol… Ibuprofen… As long as the medicine had some use, she took it out of the box.
The poor thing had lived her whole eighteen years of life under the care of her family. Even though it was not to the extent of living off their labor, she was more or less dependent on others. She, therefore, had no idea of which medicine to give him at all…
The man was running a high fever and so, he lacked the energy to flare up at her. He could only patiently teach her. "Look at this column; the main treatment symptoms, then pick out the most appropriate medicine according to them… Take this box for an example, read it out to me."
She softly read, "… Suitable for relieving the common cold… uh… and influenza caused by fever, headache, nasal congestion, and sore limbs…"
"Okay. The earlier green box can also be used; it's for inflammation and pain. You can keep the rest…"
"Okay…"
She obediently put the medicine away, leaving behind only the two boxes he had selected. She then pored over the usage instructions before carefully getting the gel capsule out of its blister pocket… She pulled out a paper napkin, placed a white and a green capsule on it, and got up to head to the kitchen to pour a cup of warm water.
When she returned to the room, he was resting against the headboard with his eyes closed. He was so tired last night he hadn't even changed out of his clothes and had just headed straight to bed. The white shirt had become wrinkled and some places were drenched with sweat… He was probably feeling hot since he had the top few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. It revealed his collarbones… and firm chest…
She inexplicably got nervous…
If she still had a heart, it would surely be thumping hard unceasingly…
She stole a glimpse at him—He's… really hot…
His slightly messy fringe was unlike how it was in the day—clean and refreshing—but rather, there was an alluring feeling to it…
How stylish…
The contours of his side profile, his slightly knitted brows, his languid posture, deep voice… and that occasional irritated expression; she was struck to the heart by all of these.
There seemed to be an electric current coursing through her body. Holding the cup of warm water in her hand, she silently approached him at the bedside and whispered, "…There you go, you can take your medicine."
Struggling to open his eyes, Chen Yuheng swept a glance at the capsules on the table and then continued his teaching. "Western and oriental medicine can't be taken at the same time; they need to be taken separately with at least thirty minutes in between."
Ah…? There's oriental medicine inside?
She picked up the instructions from the table to read it. Both seem to be… western medicine, though?
The man had already got the medicine in his hands. "These are western medicine, so they can be taken together." With that, he popped the capsules into his mouth, followed by the warm water…
His words left her dumbfounded. Then… why are you telling me this?
Even after downing a cup of water, he was still feeling restless and warm, so she poured him another cup.
While he drank mouthful after mouthful to moisturize his throat, he sensed that the robot beside him… was starting to eye him again…
Is it because my impression value is rising?
He thought.
The man once again fell into a slumber after taking the medicine.
Seeing how he still seemed very uncomfortable in his sleep, Gu Anbao found it a little worrisome… However, she was truly inexperienced… in matters of taking care of people…
Uh… Should I go online and seek help?
She turned to the direction of the study. While searching for the thermometer… she saw a computer there.
Let's just use it for a bit.
Surely… he won't find out…
She looked past her shoulders to check the person in the bedroom; he was sleeping soundly.
As she carefully closed the door, she then worried that she might not be able to hear him should he wake up and call her. So, she intentionally left a gap, then crept into the study, and switched on the computer…
Woah, the desktop icons are a mess…
She intended to open a browser to look up on how to take care of someone with a fever, but she caught sight of the QQ[1] icon, instead…
There's a QQ application here…
The nervous robot glanced past the doorway before turning back to the screen and clicking on the QQ icon as she gritted her teeth in determination. It displayed the last logged-in account number—
She quickly jotted it down and changed it into her QQ account number. Then, she logged in to her account, searched for friend by keying in the number that she had jotted down, and sent a friend request…
The entire process was completed without a pause.
… It was nerve-wracking for her. The thought of her friend request popping up when he logged into his account filled her with apprehension!
Will it pass…? Should I have added a name like Chen Yuheng, for example? It will then be easier to pass, right…? Should I… try adding again…? Can I? Will it seem too deliberate? What should I do if he gets upset and rejects my friend request straight away?
Her imagination ran wild as she sat in front of the computer while the QQ icon at the bottom right corner flashed non-stop. It took her quite a long while before she snapped out of her daze, noticed the flashing icon, and clicked on it.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh— Out popped a bunch of dialog boxes!
BigPinkPeach: Ruan-sama! I'm begging on my knees for an update!
Colorofthesky: Upstairs +1
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
Oldheartdifferentbone: Didn't Ruan-sama previously say that she won't be updating in the near future since she's recuperating? Don't you all disturb my Ruan-sama! ╭(╯^╰)╮ Get lost, scram!
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
FirstMeetingBetray: @DameGoldFish, there's nothing worth yearning for in this life. I desperately need a cure.
Spinningwindmill: Administrator! Someone's spamming in here! Is there anyone moderating this chat at all?!
System prompt: FirstMeetingBetray is silenced for 30 seconds.
…
She stared blankly at the chat box for a while and then checked today's date…
So, it's update day today… No wonder there are so many people urging for an update…
Most of her time was usually spent at home, and she did not have a particularly favorite hobby. Somehow, though, she had begun raising goldfish as a pastime… She reared a variety of species and had both expensive and cheap fish. And when her interest for them gradually grew, she expressed her thoughts on this hobby into a comic and posted it online. The comic was titled 'The Everyday Life of Dame Goldfish'.
She initially intended it to be a daily log of how her goldfish eat, sleep, swim, and interact with her… It was actually quite boring, but somehow… somehow… the comic got popular…
Oftentimes, there were retweets on Weibo[2] with titles such as: 'Comic for the soul', 'There's a type of comic that's suitable for solo quiet reading', 'Blood resurrection in place! Love your goldfish, love your life more!', etc…
Her enthusiastic fans set up a QQ group for her, and it was that kind of super huge group whereby it had over two thousand members in it… Since she published her comic under the pen name 'Ruan Ruan', people would usually address her as Ruan-sama or Dame Goldfish.
She clicked to open the rest of the conversation dialogue, which was sent in by netizens to consult her on the matters of rearing goldfish. She had no desire to reply to them now, though… As she closed the chats one by one, she inadvertently noticed that one of the messages mentioned 'purple dragon-robed phoenixes' and so, her gaze fixed on that message for a moment.
It was from a temporary chat session from 'Family of Fish Friends'.
Zero: Do you own two purple dragon-robed phoenixes?
She found this to be bizarre. She did own two of the said goldfish, but… she had never mentioned this to outsiders. Even her family only knew that she had a lot of goldfish but they knew nothing about their species.
How strange…
This person probably is interested in purchasing them. After all, this species is a rare find on the market.
Nonetheless, she currently had no intention of selling them off. In fact, those two goldfish were her treasures…
And so, she closed the chat and went to check out the fan page of her comic. After hesitating for a while, she typed a string of words and clicked 'send'.
Ruan Ruan: How do you take care of a friend with a fever?
[0] -sama is a formal honorific suffix used by Japanese, and can be used to flatter people.
[1] QQ is an instant messaging software service and web portal.
[2] Weibo, which means microblogging, is also known as the Chinese version of Twitter.


A botched operation has turned her into a robot; and of all things, a sex robot meant to serve the man with whom she is secretly in love! Gu Anbao finds her world crushing down on her… 
Oh, my god; why have I turned into an inflatable doll?!
Just then, her master comes dashing toward her from afar… 
You aren’t a sex toy; you’re my beloved wife machine! I won’t let anyone bully you!
Never on earth can she imagine that she has touched the man of her dreams; the handsome, capable, and aloof CEO of the nation’s top high-tech corporation…

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