Penguin Network truly lived up to its name—just three weeks after the signing ceremony, Luo Xiaolu’s physical light novel hit the shelves.

When fans learned the illustrator was none other than the infamous BigBrotherDaiDai, panic erupted instantly.

Logically, the more popular a heroine, the more “gentlemen” would crave her doujinshi. But Lavender? Everyone adored her genuinely—any hint of desecration was utterly unacceptable!

It’s that universal guy-secret no girl must ever know:

For a girl you truly cherish… you just can’t *ahem*… get *that* kind of excited.

Seriously, testing if a guy’s a pervert is easy: hold a finger under his nose. If he breathes? Guilty.

Guys clearly distinguish between fantasy material and someone they genuinely care for—even legendary perverts included!

The mere thought of their pure, sweet Lavender being twisted by this scumbag into a lustful seductress sent the entire fandom into chaos.

And so—

The once-revered artist’s Weibo account got bombarded.

Beneath BigBrotherDaiDai’s latest post—“Brothers~, eaten yet?”—floated a tidal wave of “polite and gentle” replies:

“I’ll eat your mom’s ashes with rice.”

“Lavender’s suffered enough! I beg you, have a heart!!”

“Desecrate Lavender? I’ll visit your mom tomorrow!”

“Draw her with unnatural curves? Borrow the extra from your mom!”

“Three days. You’re dead.”

You treat the world kindly… but the world doesn’t return the favor.

BigBrotherDaiDai, having “lost his mom” to the storm, felt genuinely down for a full day.

Then the book released.

Everyone froze.

Illustrated Lavender glowed—golden hair shimmering even on monochrome pages, that confident, radiant smile *exactly* as fans dreamed. Zero suggestive details. Zero lewd bait.

Later, as her hair dimmed and her face grew weary, she still held that golden warmth—comforting yet heartbreakingly fragile.

BigBrotherDaiDai captured it masterfully. Lavender felt *alive*.

What had this erotic artist endured?! Such a terrifying style shift?!

Netizens flooded his Weibo apologizing, joking they’d “adopt him” to spare him orphanhood.

The release pulled countless new readers in. Hype exploded overnight.

Seeing Luo Xiaolu’s words in print elevated everything. More embraced her style—and savored it.

Eight million copies sold in Week One. In a world where entertainment culture wasn’t yet booming? A record-shattering, monstrous feat.

Even *Defective Product from the Future*, that season’s Golden Prize winner, only hit three million.

Penguin Chinese Network’s light novel department erupted. Metrics skyrocketed.

They’d struck gold.

Editor Green Leaf’s value soared. The deputy chief editor personally brewed her coffee—tears welled in her eyes.

But happiest? Luo Xiaolu.

Cashing in till stuffed!

Writing novels is *chef’s kiss*!

On release day, her Literary Index shattered 10,000.

“Congratulations, Host. Literary Index reached 10,000.”

“Title acquired: Goddess Who Can’t Poop.”

“Item acquired: [Achievement Pack].”

*What kind of ridiculous title is this?!*

She was certain this system existed solely to mess with her.

She opened the pack.

“Active Skill acquired: Cognitive Interference.”

“Active Skill acquired: Forced Calm.”

*Cognitive Interference: Alter public perception of Host’s online image. Ineffective against intimacy level >90.*

*Forced Calm: Eliminate all negative emotions. Fails if anger exceeds maximum threshold.*

Both skills? Game-changers.

Cognitive Interference meant she could show her real face publicly—no fear of exposure. More events, more cash. Maybe even debut as a star someday.

Forced Calm? Equally vital. She’d mostly tamed her delinquent instincts… but “honeyed words” greeting someone’s family still slipped out. Remember that drunk harasser she punched? Lucky he was a masochist who enjoyed it—or her Index would’ve tanked.

Still… what *was* “maximum threshold”? Vague.

But with this? Her persona would never crack.

Curious, she scrolled Weibo DMs and picked a nasty one:

“Go die! With writing this trash, just go raise pigs at home!”

Her temper flared—fingers flying to demand his address for a “thank-you visit”—then *Forced Calm* activated.

“How rude! There are no piggy-wiggies at my house!” Luo Xiaolu pouted.

“?????”

*Since when did I sound this cute?!*

She coughed violently.

Side effect?!

Forced Calm (×)

Forced Cuteness (√)

Admittedly, from a stunningly cute 16-year-old—enhanced by the loli voice from her Voice Beautification Skill Card—it sounded effortlessly charming. Flustered hearts, aflutter pulses.

But Luo Xiaolu? A delinquent queen? Mortifying!

If her old crew heard this? Dignity obliterated. Social suicide in the delinquent world.

Her house already had one world-endingly cute loli. Adding another? Catastrophic.

*Use this skill sparingly. Only in true emergencies.*

And Cognitive Interference… probably had hidden quirks too.

Only testing would tell.