“Xiaotang, where’s the breakfast you promised?”

Luo Xiaolu woke at dawn, expecting the gentle scent of fried eggs—only to be met with silence.

Downstairs, she found Luo Xiaotang utterly absorbed in her game. The new TV screen was huge, and gaming felt *so* satisfying!

“Ugh… such a hassle. Xiaotang’s too lazy to cook!” Luo Xiaotang mumbled without glancing up.

Give me back that heartfelt gratitude!!

Luo Xiaolu fell speechless. Of course—relying on this lazy, shut-in little sister to have a change of heart was pure fantasy.

She strode to the TV and snapped the PS4 off with a *click*.

“???” Luo Xiaotang gaped at her, eyes wide, face screaming: *You’d better have a solid reason.*

“No more gaming. Jiejie’s free today—I’ll personally run your social anxiety recovery training!” Luo Xiaolu declared, hands on hips, brimming with confidence.

…

In a blink, they stood at the base of their villa complex. Sunlight poured down; flowers seemed to smile beside them.

“So this ‘recovery training’… is just running?” Luo Xiaotang asked, feeling utterly tricked.

“We start with fitness! Xiaotang got bullied before and grew scared—so become as strong as Jiejie!”

“That’s absolutely impossible!” Luo Xiaotang cried.

It was like the bourgeoisie ruthlessly exploiting workers—earning in a day what a “rat-person” couldn’t in a lifetime, then saying, “You just didn’t try hard enough. Don’t envy others.”

Jiejie was a total monster! No mortal could ever surpass her, no matter how hard they trained!!!

“Anyway—let’s begin!” Luo Xiaolu said.

Today, she wore a sleek black tracksuit that hugged every curve—voluptuous, shapely. Standing tall, her hips looked especially full and firm. *Any child she bore would surely be big and healthy*, she mused.

She’d bought this outfit ages ago; today was finally the moment.

Only flaw? Her bra was too loose—running would cause an uncomfortable jiggle.

But hey, Luo Xiaolu *was* the perfect beauty. Time to let passersby feast their eyes… except—no passersby at all.

This *was* a quiet villa district. She’d assumed the wealthy rose early to exercise.

Luo Xiaotang started running.

Predictably, after fifty meters, she collapsed to the ground like a bamboo rat.

“This won’t do!”

Just as Luo Xiaolu moved to help, Luo Xiaotang pushed herself up after a brief rest and kept going.

…So despite all the complaining, this girl truly wanted to get better!

Morning training wrapped up.

Back home, Luo Xiaotang lay sprawled like a dead weight—when Luo Xiaolu suddenly produced a box.

“I bought this for you.”

“Even at home, Jiejie won’t spare Xiaotang?!” Luo Xiaotang shrieked in panic.

“Not dumbbells!”

Luo Xiaotang froze, then opened the box.

A brand-new laptop gleamed inside.

“Real… or fake?” she whispered, eyes shimmering with tears as she looked at Luo Xiaolu.

“Real.”

“Yay!”

She tried to leap into her sister’s arms—but her body ached too much. Zero energy left.

“There’s a condition!” Luo Xiaolu tapped her forehead lightly. “Starting today: retire the PS4. Switch to online games. I’ll recommend team-based ones—you’ll practice socializing online first.”

Best solution Luo Xiaolu could think of!

…

That afternoon, Luo Xiaolu arrived at Penguin Group HQ.

To avoid attention, she wore a yellow tee and denim shorts—hugging her hips, showcasing long fair legs. Sunglasses and a baseball cap completed the look: just another trendy street girl.

Slightly less “literary,” sure—but with her overflowing charm points? She could afford the deduction.

Invited by Editor Green Leaf to select an illustrator for the upcoming physical release of *July*.

In light novels, the illustrator was vital. A great one breathed soul into iconic scenes—delivering that final punch just as readers hit peak obsession, flooding them with cathartic joy. Plus, they’d guide future animation.

No ID badge meant the guard had to call Green Leaf. After the call, he stared at Luo Xiaolu, scanning her up and down, visibly starstruck.

The moment he said “Clear,” Luo Xiaolu zipped through—leaving only a silhouette he might regret forever.

No help for it: cultured beauties shone everywhere! But goddesses weren’t meant to be touched.

Luo Xiaolu sighed deeply for herself.

Elevator ride to the 33rd floor—stops, crowds, chaos. *This* was a big corporation? Love it~

At the elevator doors, Green Leaf waited.

Too many eyes in editorial. Green Leaf led her to an empty meeting room. They sat face-to-face.

Only then did Luo Xiaolu remove her cap and shades.

“Teacher Zhou Shuren… you today?” Green Leaf murmured, stunned.

She’d always pictured Luo Xiaolu in soft, minimalist dresses. Today? A “real-life” trendy style—almost like a high school girl.

Before, Luo Xiaolu radiated mature, elegant intellect—a literary aura that captivated Green Leaf deeply.

But now…

*Teacher Zhou Shuren is actually this young??*

Sixteen?!

A minor!

*Three years minimum!*

At twenty-four, still a corporate drone—while this girl had already achieved financial freedom? Green Leaf felt utterly defeated.

So Teacher Zhou Shuren was just a sweet middle-schooler—just… well-developed. Suddenly, warmth bloomed. *I should care for her. No need to idolize. That “goddess” image was…*

“Editor Green Leaf?” Luo Xiaolu tilted her head, puzzled.

“Teacher Zhou Shuren, hello!!” Green Leaf beamed, stars sparkling in her eyes.

“After the signing, *July*’s popularity exploded. Many illustrators reached out hoping to illustrate the physical book. We picked a few reputable ones and had them draft character designs for Lavender. What do you think, Teacher Zhou Shuren?”