Senior Sister, Shut Up!

Jiang Miao’s face turned beet red.

To avoid the awkwardness, he quickly got up, ran behind Senior Sister, and took the hairdryer from her hand.

Su Huaizhou blushed, feeling embarrassed and amused, not knowing what to say about him.

He was clearly thinking about those erotic things in his mind, but he was being so cautious in his actions.

So, he really has a lustful heart but no courage?

“Have you ever blow dried another girl’s hair before?”

“No.”

“Then do you know how to do it?” Su Huaizhou raised her hands behind her head and ran her fingers through her beautiful hair a few times.

“I’ve never dried hair this long before.” Jiang Miao shook his head. “How should I do it?”

“It’s actually almost dry. You just need to blow it evenly.” Su Huaizhou shook her head slightly, letting her hair spread out, resembling a flowing waterfall. “The main thing is to let you experience what it feels like to blow dry a girl’s hair.”

“Okay.” Jiang Miao nodded. After pressing the switch of the hairdryer, he started blow drying Senior Sister’s long hair.

In fact, just blow drying hair didn’t feel like a big deal.

But when he stretched out his other hand and gently brushed Senior Sister’s beautiful hair, inserting his fingers and pulling them out, he felt her soft and smooth hair sliding between his fingers, sending tingles through him.

It felt very pleasant.

Almost addictive.

But what shocked Jiang Miao even more was that he instinctively looked at the cliff in front of him and immediately found himself looking down at majestic snowy mountains.

The peaks were shrouded by clouds but were not completely hidden.

Between the valley of the mountains, the steep canyon and gentle slopes of the snowy peaks appeared under the cover of clouds in the sunlight.

It was dazzling.

It was as though he had fallen into an abyss and could never see the light of day again.

Jiang Miao desperately repeated, “See no evil, see no evil” in his mind, but his eyes were still like a fearless soldier plunging headlong into this snowy graveyard without a care.

It wasn’t until the blushing Su Huaizhou touched her hair and reminded him that her hair was dry enough that he turned off the hairdryer in disappointment and stepped to the side.

It was unknown if it was because it had been too long or if it was because Jiang Miao’s brain had been heating up too frequently during this period.

In short, after he finished drying Senior Sister’s hair, his short hair was completely dry.

Su Huaizhou stood on her tiptoes and touched Junior Brother’s dry hair, feeling a bit disappointed. I can’t blow dry Junior Brother’s hair anymore. So annoying.

Jiang Miao was startled by her actions. When she leaned forward to touch his hair, he could see the snowy mountains and canyon up close.

Unfortunately, it was just a fleeting moment before the pleasant mountain breeze disappeared with the snowy scenery.

At this time, it was around two o’clock in the morning.

The two night owls finally began to feel sleepy.

Su Huaizhou covered her mouth and let out a small yawn. “Junior Brother, have you finished writing?”

“Yeah, at least the three thousand words for the premium release.”

“Huh?” Su Huaizhou tilted her head. “Junior Brother, what happened to the promised mass release?”

“Ahem…” Jiang Miao felt a bit embarrassed but still explained, “Well, the novel only goes premium at noon tomorrow. I can just finish the remaining fifteen hundred words tomorrow.”

“Is it really just an extra fifteen hundred words?” Su Huaizhou narrowed her eyes.

Jiang Miao avoided Senior Sister’s gaze. “I never said I would write more…”

“Hmph!” She couldn’t be bothered to argue anymore and asked, “Are you going to sleep then?”

“Not yet.” Jiang Miao shook his head. “I haven’t written my thoughts on the premium release yet.”

“Are you writing it now?”

“Yes.”

“I want to see it!” Su Huaizhou raised her hand, her eyes full of anticipation.

“… Fine.”

It wasn’t the kind of embarrassing content in the main text, so Jiang Miao reluctantly agreed to Senior Sister’s request to observe.

So the two of them, dressed in bathrobes, walked into the guest room.

When he thought about how Senior Sister might not be wearing anything under her white bathrobe, he felt strange inside.

As a result, as he walked, his bathrobe became pointed.

Fortunately, he quickly sat in the chair, allowing his bathrobe to return to calmness, temporarily alleviating the crisis.

Su Huaizhou brought over a chair from the master bedroom and placed it beside Jiang Miao, waiting for him to write his thoughts on his novel going premium.

He opened the writing software, created a new document, and prepared to write his thanks and thoughts.

Although this wasn’t part of the main text and had nothing to do with the novel’s plot, almost every author wrote one.

Some authors who didn’t understand the importance of writing their thoughts before their novels went premium just wrote them casually or even treated it as a notification and skated over it.

But this message was actually a great opportunity for authors to showcase themselves.

“So, is it just a way to act pitiful?” Su Huaizhou cut straight to the point after listening to Junior Brother’s analysis.

Jiang Miao: “…”

He looked at Senior Sister speechlessly, not wanting to talk to her anymore.

“Don’t be like that.” Su Huaizhou giggled upon seeing his expression. “Continue. How can an author showcase themselves?”

“By sharing their writing journey, especially the difficult times,” Jiang Miao said matter-of-factly.

“Did you have any difficult times?” She frowned and pondered seriously. “Like during military training?”

“Yes! Exactly!” He nodded and began writing his launch message.

[As everyone knows, I have been releasing two chapters a day during the new novel period.

But actually, when school started, I had military training for several days. Every night, I forced myself to write in bed.

On Thursday, after standing in the military posture for hours, I felt dizzy, weak, and exhausted. I had to ask a class assistant for leave and rest for the entire afternoon before feeling slightly better.]

“Isn’t this acting pitiful?” Su Huaizhou asked innocently.

“How can this be called acting pitiful?” Jiang Miao refuted. “This is stating the facts!”

“Oh, I see~” She propped her chin on her hand and pondered. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she thought of a brilliant way to act pitiful. “How about this?”

“Um?”

“Write: My senior sister class assistant discovered me while I was writing, and she happened to be reading my novel. My embarrassing pen name and all the spicy scenes I wrote were fully exposed to her. I’ve sacrificed so much for you. Isn’t it worth a subscription?”

Jiang Miao: “…”

“How is it? How is it?” Su Huaizhou was very excited about making an appearance in the novel. She shook Junior Brother’s arm eagerly. “I think this angle can really work!”

“No way!” Jiang Miao rejected in exasperation. Just thinking about how his readers would gloat after they read this made him want to crawl into a hole.

Is Senior Sister trying to set me up?

How can this kind of social death situation increase subscriptions?

Who would believe this nonsense?!

“Senior Sister, please don’t interrupt. I’m just letting you have a look. I’ll write it myself.”

With that, Jiang Miao continued typing.

He came up with a few more points to emphasize how pitiful he was and stopped after writing a few hundred words.

There was a saying—too much is as bad as too little.

Even when acting pitiful, ah no, showcasing himself, he had to keep a balance.

If he did it too little, it would have no effect. If he did it too much, readers would get annoyed, and it would backfire.

Finding the perfect balance—not too much, not too little—was the key to the best effect.

It let readers appreciate the author’s efforts without making them feel that the author was deliberately acting pitiful.

This required a lot of knowledge and skill.

It wasn’t something that just anyone could master.

“So what’s after acting pitiful? Is that it?” Su Huaizhou asked curiously.

“Of course not.” Jiang Miao shook his head. After typing a few separating symbols, he began a new line and wrote in bold—Bonus Chapter Goals.

“Wow~” Su Huaizhou exclaimed. “Peach Jam even does bonus chapters?”

“Who says I don’t?” Jiang Miao snorted and continued typing.

[Three bonus chapters for each alliance leader. It doesn’t need to be all at once. You just need to accumulate enough fan points to reach alliance leader status.]

“How much does it cost to be an alliance leader again?” Su Huaizhou recalled and took out her phone to take a look. “A thousand yuan? That’s so expensive.”

“If it was cheaper, wouldn’t I have to keep cranking out bonus chapters until I die?” Jiang Miao muttered softly.

“Aha, you just don’t want to do bonus chapters!”

“Who said that?!” Jiang Miao denied before continuing to add warnings and advice.

[For students, please don’t give a large amount of money. Use that money to support a few more works.

I’ll be very happy as long as you support the official version with subscriptions. As for tips, please consider your own finances first.

Let’s consume rationally. Don’t follow the trends or try to compete with others and definitely don’t consume impulsively out of revenge.]

After finishing this part, Jiang Miao finally felt at ease, no longer worried about whether or not he’d have to release bonus chapters.

In any case, he had already set the conditions—three bonus chapters for each alliance leader.

It was equivalent to spending over 333 yuan to get the author to release a chapter a little sooner.

Who would go for such a losing deal?

Anyway, Jiang Miao certainly didn’t believe anyone would.

Plus, he had made it clear with his sincere advice to the readers to consume rationally. If people still decided to give tips, he would just accept them.

After all, he didn’t understand the life of the rich.

As long as it didn’t happen too often, he was fine with doing bonus chapters.

Earning money wasn’t shameful after all.

“And then?” Su Huaizhou’s butt was a little sore from sitting, so she simply put both her feet on the chair and hugged her knees.

“And then…” Jiang Miao finished typing this part, turned to look at Senior Sister, and noticed that her bathrobe had lifted up to her thighs, revealing her fair and slender legs.

It made him want to touch them.

“Hmm?” Su Huaizhou didn’t notice his strange action, but she was puzzled when he didn’t continue.

“Ahem, ahem…” Jiang Miao quickly looked away and decided not to dwell on the matter of whether or not she was wearing anything under the bathrobe. He continued, “Then, of course, comes the thank yous.

“First, thank the editor for his guidance along the way.

“But there’s no need to thank them too much. Having an editor follow your story all the way is a privilege only enjoyed by super big shots.

“For small fries like us, editors probably just skim the beginning and only look at the data afterwards.”

“Okay, thank the editor.” Su Huaizhou nodded, her long hair swaying gently and cascading over her white bathrobe.

Jiang Miao kept stealing glances. His soft heart was hit repeatedly by Senior Sister’s casual movements, and his blood was rushing around.

“Next, I’ll thank the authors who have recommended my book. I can list their book titles, and it might even get readers to comment on my message. If they see some famous works, their comments will definitely be very lively.”

“Huh?” Su Huaizhou was surprised. “You can do that?”

“It’s kind of like a reverse traffic generation for the big shots’ books,” Jiang Miao explained shamelessly. “Although the traffic effect might not be much, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Okay.” Su Huaizhou giggled. “And then? Who else do you thank?”

“Lastly, of course, I have to thank my lovely readers,” Jiang Miao said righteously. “Without their support, my novel would have died in a corner ages ago.

“So I need to write a big section for this part and make heavy emphasis, highlighting the immense contributions of the readers!

“Without them, there wouldn’t be the success of this book, and I wouldn’t be where I am today!”

After hearing this, Su Huaizhou tilted her head and asked, “Isn’t this just flattery?”

“How can this be considered flattery?” Jiang Miao solemnly pointed out Comrade Su’s misunderstanding. “This is simply stating the established facts.”

While speaking, he began to type his long message, thanking the editor, the big shot authors, and the readers.

It was truly moving to read, bringing tears to the eyes of anyone who read it.

“Hey, I’m a reader too. Does this count as you thanking me too, Junior Brother?” Su Huaizhou teased with her eyes curved in amusement as she watched him praise the readers dramatically.

Jiang Miao looked at Senior Sister seriously. This time, he didn’t say anything. He just turned back to the screen and pondered for a while.

Finally, the sounds of fingers tapping on the keyboard echoed again.

Lines of text began to appear on the screen.

[Lastly, I would like to thank my senior sister. She is also one of my readers.

At first, this indeed troubled me quite a bit. Because knowing that a girl in real life is aware that a guy is writing a romance novel, especially one with such embarrassing scenes, really makes you want to disappear on the spot.

But my senior sister didn’t laugh at me. She always encourages me, telling me not to be too nervous or anxious.

Even though she constantly finds ways to urge me to release more, while I always stick to my 3,000 words every day, which annoys her to no end, she is still the first reader I’ve encountered in real life.

Her support along the way has really touched me and let me know that there are many others like her who silently support and encourage me.

You are all my treasures.

In order not to let you down, not to let down my senior sister’s expectations of me, and not to let down my own ideals, I will make sure to write this book well and continue until the male and female leads are in a passionate romance, become engaged, get married, and even have children.

I want their wonderful lives to go on forever.

I also wish all you lovely readers can find your own significant other who loves you as much as you love them.

Thank you, everyone.

That’s all.

Thank you from Peach Jam.]

Su Huaizhou sat in her chair, hugging her knees, her eyes blinking as she stared at the computer screen.

The words on it were like a small hammer striking her heart. Each hit was gentle, but they came wave after wave, making her heart tremble.

At this moment, looking at Junior Brother’s side profile as he typed seriously, Su Huaizhou felt an urge rising from deep in her heart.

She wanted to hug him.

She wanted to kiss him.

She wanted to…

Su Huaizhou bit her lip, feeling a wave of resentfulness wash over her at these thoughts.

Junior Brother, oh Junior Brother… when will you confess?

I can’t hold back much longer…