Chu Miaomiao's room was quite spacious, with an attached bathroom, totaling about thirty square meters.
Lin Mo wasn't visiting for the first time, so he casually took a seat on a pink gaming chair, glancing around at the plush toys scattered across the room.
The most eye-catching one, a Chopper plush on the bed, was something Lin Mo had won for her at an arcade last time.
At the moment, the room's owner was crouched by the desk, rummaging through a drawer for something.
"You still write your drafts in a notebook?" Lin Mo asked offhandedly.
"Nope, I'm just looking for a USB drive. I saved the draft on it."
Lin Mo almost remarked that no one would bother stealing a novice writer's work these days, but he swallowed the words—they sounded a bit too harsh.
Instead, he reached over and pressed the computer's power button.
The boot-up took over a minute.
Damn!
"Loot drops? No big deal! Come at me, bro!"
"Honey! I want the Ring of Power!"
"One hit for 998! The legendary comeback starts now!"
A barrage of browser game ads popped up one after another, accompanied by deafening sound effects, turning the screen into a chaotic online marketplace.
Lin Mo's lips twitched as he relied on muscle memory to locate the tiny "X" on each ad window.
Yet more tabs kept appearing.
Chu Miaomiao finally lifted her head from under the desk, cheeks slightly flushed. "Sorry, just close them one by one."
Lin Mo glanced down, inadvertently landing on a rather revealing angle.
Her normal outfit, pressed against her knees, accentuated curves that spilled slightly from her already snug neckline.
His gaze lingered for all of 0.1 seconds before he politely averted his eyes to the ceiling, though his mind was in turmoil.
That was... an overwhelming presence. Too intimidating to look at directly.
He decided to focus on giving the computer a thorough cleanup.
His mouse flew across the screen as he navigated the control panel's program list with ease.
Kingsoft Antivirus? Deleted.
Rising Antivirus? Gone.
QQ PC Manager? Bye-bye.
One by one, he eradicated the root causes of the pop-ups, showing no mercy.
Once the purge was complete, he deftly downloaded the king of all bloatware—360 Safe Guardian.
Sure, it was a rogue program itself, but it was the best at dealing with other rogues.
The installer had barely finished when the security software auto-launched, like a beast awakening to patrol its territory.
Moments later, a flurry of notifications popped up in the bottom-right corner—countless ad plugins and malicious software had been obliterated.
This computer would bow to only one overlord.
Satisfied, Lin Mo dove into the settings, disabling all pop-up reminders and startup items, taming the rogue guardian into a silent sentinel.
"Done!"
He turned to find Chu Miaomiao still crouched by the CPU, one hand clutching a USB drive and the other pressed to her forehead, locked in a desperate struggle with the port.
"Why don't you grab a chair?"
"I... I'm trying to plug in the USB," she muttered, frustration creeping into her voice.
The USB port was on the front of the tower. After multiple failed attempts—inserting it one way, flipping it, flipping it again—a soft click finally signaled success.
USB drives, with their infuriatingly ambiguous orientation, were truly one of the universe's cruelest mysteries.
Chu Miaomiao finally stood, dusting off her knees before pulling up a chair beside Lin Mo.
Lin Mo opened the USB drive.
"I started writing this after winter break. I read a ton of books to come up with this idea."
She leaned in, barely containing her excitement.
Lin Mo clicked into the folder, and a document name caught his eye: Shadows Drawn.
Not exactly the title of a typical romance novel.
"Wait, what is this?"
"Lately, I've been reading Adventure Squad, Charlie IX, and The Octagram Seal," she explained, instantly animated.
"So I wanted to write something similar. I even researched forensic sketch artists—the protagonist solves crimes through drawing."
Lin Mo studied her bright-eyed enthusiasm, surprised.
This wasn't just a genre shift—it was a leap from one amateur field straight into another.
Well, starting from zero either way.
When it came to writing, Chu Miaomiao was suddenly full of energy.
Lin Mo hadn't expected such a drastic pivot, though.
To put it bluntly, she'd gone from one unfamiliar territory to another.
Still, he opened the document and read carefully.
The story was only a little past the opening, far from complete.
After about fifteen minutes, Lin Mo finished reading.
It was clear she'd studied certain writing techniques.
But this was unmistakably aimed at traditional publishing—not impossible, given Chu Miaomiao's family's wealth.
Self-publishing wouldn't be an issue.
Yet that didn't seem to be her goal.
"Are you aiming for traditional publishing?" Lin Mo asked casually.
Chu Miaomiao thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"Yeah! What do you think?"
Lin Mo shook his head.
"It's not that the story is bad, but your suspense setup is weak.
You introduced the protagonist too thoroughly upfront, giving readers too much framework.
By the time the protagonist demonstrates their skills, there's no surprise left."
"Huh?"
Her disappointment was palpable.
Seeing her deflate, Lin Mo quickly added,
"But the case itself is fresh, and the protagonist's ability is genuinely impressive. The supporting cast is vivid too—you clearly did your research."
Lin Mo recalled a TV series from his past life about a forensic sketch artist.
After a pause, he borrowed some elements from that show.
"First, why would a genius sketch artist solve crimes? There must be a backstory—something driving them to seek answers.
For example, say someone brings them a childhood sketch of a person, asking them to draw what they'd look like grown up.
The artist does it, only to later discover their drawing indirectly caused a narcotics officer's death."
Lin Mo spread his hands.
"See? Now you've got a hook."
Chu Miaomiao's eyes lit up instantly.
"I get it!"
She immediately pulled out a notebook from the drawer, filled with pencil-scribbled outlines and character bios.
Clearly, she took writing seriously.
Lin Mo thought for a moment, then said, "Want me to give you some inspiration?"
He opened a new document and began typing out a simplified version of that TV series from memory.
System: [Host, what the hell are you doing?!]
"What? Can't I be a copycat?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
