Bai Su’s fried egg skills were simply awe-inspiring. He’d somehow used oil, salt, and eggs to create a substance that shouldn’t exist—a charred, foul-smelling lump of unidentifiable matter.
This was dark cuisine at its finest.
I silently vowed never to let this silly goose step foot in the kitchen again. With a pitiful look from him, I dumped the mess into the trash and cooked breakfast anew.
“So, bro,” I asked casually, poking my fried egg with a fork, “how’s the novel going?”
“Mmm! Not bad…” he mumbled through a mouthful of egg.
But hadn’t he just sworn he’d never eat my cooking?
Had he really abandoned his principles to embrace his oppressor so easily?
I flashed a dangerous smile, stabbing my fork into the bread. “Finish chewing before you answer me, bro! Bro!”
The idiot jolted, gulping down his food and chugging water. He straightened up, obedient and polite. “It’s… kinda on track, I guess?”
Hmm?
I frowned.
In my last life, *Doupo Cangqiong* blew up fast thanks to Douluo’s fanbase from *Warcraft Saint’s Adventures in Another World*, plus its own quality.
Our *Divine Book* was solid, but without Douluo’s clout, slow initial stats were normal.
Yet this silly goose claimed it was already on track? What was going on?
He must’ve seen my confusion. Scratching his head, he fiddled with his fork. “I was weirded out too—new author, new book, shouldn’t blow up this quick. Then I saw forum reviews praising us. Some big-name web novel reviewer gave us free promo.”
He paused, thinking. “He’s huge in the scene. That’s why views suddenly spiked.”
“Huh? That simple? Bet the review trashed *Divine Book*,” I scoffed.
I’d hated that forum in my last life—its reputation was trash. My suspicion flared instantly.
“Well…” He scratched his head again, conflicted. “His review felt fair. Called it ‘a groundbreaking, purely commercial web novel.’ Fit our goals, y’know?”
“Oh, really?” I stuck out my tongue.
Guess that forum had some sharp-eyed folks after all.
I thought maliciously.
“Oh, the editor contacted me yesterday. Asked for my details. Contract’s coming in two days.”
He played it cool, but his eyes sparkled with barely hidden excitement.
Well… he was still young.
I put on a cutesy act, oozing fake admiration. In a sickly-sweet voice, I cooed, “Wow, so amazing, bro! You got signed? Keep it up!”
Teens needed encouragement, especially this hormone-fueled idiot craving female approval.
Especially from me—a sister who usually disrespected him.
A twinge of guilt hit me.
Maybe I should be nicer to him?
I felt a little uneasy.
His face flushed crimson. He trembled, terrified. “S-Su Su… what do you want? I won’t do anything weird!”
Me: “@#*/…”
Scratch that—he still needed a good scolding!
“Haha, your face!” He burst out laughing. “Just kidding, dummy. Thanks for the pep talk. I’m fired up now!”
He flashed a thumbs-up, grinning like a manga hero. His teeth glinted with a *ding!*
I smiled back.
This silly goose had finally stepped out of the shadows.
Time to celebrate…
I grabbed a napkin, wiped my mouth, and stood up. With a mischievous grin, I said, “Then, super-motivated bro, you get the important job—dishes!”
Gotta run!
I bolted, leaving him stunned and muttering “Huh? Huh? Huh?” as I dashed to my room.
Door shut. Locked. Smooth.
I closed the window, turned on the AC, drew the curtains. Crawling on my knees across the bed, I grabbed last night’s notebook.
It held an outline for a certain book.
*Dragon Raja*—the legendary youth fantasy novel that dominated China in my last life. Its outline now sat in my hands, a year out of place.
If my memory served, it debuted in magazines in 2009.
I didn’t know if Old Thief Jiang Nan had even drafted it yet. But I had to gamble.
Win, and I’d reach heaven. Lose… and fall forever.
Success or ruin—this was it.
Speaking of Jiang Nan, his terrifyingly brilliant prose and writing skills were infamous. No one knew how a chemistry PhD wrote like that.
I could only try to mimic him.
I couldn’t recall exact details—just the plot.
Hope it works.
I hugged the notebook tight.
Lying back, I strained to remember *Dragon Raja*… when a sharp cramp hit my lower belly.
Crap!
Su Su’s memories flooded in—damn, this body had period cramps from years of neglect!
Was this really necessary?
I flopped like a salted fish, staring at the ceiling, tears welling.
Not only a girl now—with monthly HP-draining DoT debuffs—but period cramps too? A nightmare debuff!
JOJO, I REFUSE TO BE A GIRL!
*Knock knock knock—*
The door sounded.
“Come in…” I groaned weakly.
Bai Su crept in, holding brown sugar water in one hand and a hot water bottle in the other.
“Uh… Su Su… are you… having cramps again?”
