The next morning.
Chu Miaomiao was just about to knock on the study room door.
But the door opened from the inside before she could.
“Are we ready to go?”
“Yeah!”
It was clear that Chu Miaomiao was in high spirits and full of anticipation.
The book signing event was scheduled for ten o’clock, but by eight, she was already knocking on Lin Mo’s door.
“Wait for me a moment, okay?”
Lin Mo went to the bathroom to freshen up, then stepped out with Chu Miaomiao.
As for Chu Lintian, she was probably still sleeping in bed.
Lin Mo took a taxi downstairs.
He was very familiar with the location of the signing event because it was the same bookstore where he had previously bought some study guides.
But thinking about it carefully, it made sense.
Book signings were usually held in bookstores or sometimes in shopping malls.
However, such signing events were more like exclusive gatherings, a kind of celebration within a small circle. Outsiders couldn’t understand it and often thought it a bit eccentric.
Lin Mo remembered that he once wanted to attend a signing event in Jiangnan.
Later, he even planned to be the male lead at that Jiangnan signing.
Unfortunately, he never got the chance.
No way! He decided that on the day he didn’t eat beef, he would go and take down Jiangnan!
Otherwise, how could he show the male protagonist’s true strength?
The signing was held on the fourth floor, which was dedicated to extracurricular books, including novels.
The signing area was set up in a corridor.
There was just a table and some banners.
Yet, there was no one waiting there.
In fact, Lin Mo and Chu Miaomiao were among the very first to arrive.
Seeing that no one had started lining up yet, and that there was no crowd at all, Chu Miaomiao was extremely happy. She grabbed two copies of the newly released “Fusheng Side Story.”
One was for herself, and the other, of course, was for Lin Mo.
Then she stood quietly next to the booth with Lin Mo, ready to be the very first reader to get her book signed.
As time passed, more and more people showed up for the signing, all lining up behind them.
The line grew longer and longer, eventually winding like a snake.
But Lin Mo felt something was off. It was already past nine, yet not a single staff member had appeared. He furrowed his brows and activated his spiritual senses to scan the entire bookstore.
His frown slowly eased.
Suddenly, Lin Mo grabbed Chu Miaomiao’s wrist.
“Do you trust me?”
Chu Miaomiao looked up at Lin Mo and nodded firmly.
“Then follow me.”
Saying that, Lin Mo took Chu Miaomiao’s hand and prepared to head out.
This meant giving up their spot as the first in line.
Everyone else looked at Lin Mo’s actions in disbelief.
Chu Miaomiao hesitated for a moment but chose to trust him and followed Lin Mo, leaving the crowd behind.
Lin Mo weaved through the people, heading straight for the stairs beside the back door.
At that moment, a staff member was already tidying up nearby.
Lin Mo walked right over.
“Hello, I heard the signing line was supposed to start here?”
The staff member was taken aback. “How did you hear that? Those guys really can’t keep their mouths shut…”
Seeing that Lin Mo was only with Chu Miaomiao, he waved his hand.
“Never mind, come with me.”
With that, he picked up the packed suitcase and, accompanied by Lin Mo and Chu Miaomiao, headed up the stairs.
They only stopped when they reached the fourth floor.
“You two wait here,” he said.
At that moment, the door to the stairwell on the fourth floor was pushed open.
“Ping, get ready. The crowd’s been guided over—they’ve surrounded the booths, and the author and illustrator can’t get through.”
Hearing this, Chu Miaomiao finally understood what was going on.
So that’s how it was.
Because there were so many people, the path was completely blocked, making it impossible for Luosha Shuangshu to reach the booth.
The bookstore staff had to first guide the crowd downstairs, then up the stairwell, and finally onto the fourth floor—only then could the author and illustrator arrive at their spots.
But this guiding process, due to the spread of information, meant that Chu Miaomiao, who came first, couldn’t maintain her prime position.
As soon as Lin Mo learned this through his spiritual sense, he immediately brought Chu Miaomiao over. Regardless of anything else, securing the best spot was the top priority.
Soon after, thunderous footsteps echoed as the fastest people, guided by the staff, rushed over.
They looked up and immediately recognized Lin Mo and Chu Miaomiao.
After all, everyone had seen them push through from the front.
And then there was Chu Miaomiao’s striking figure—hard to forget once seen.
They hurried over and lined up behind Lin Mo and the others.
People who should have been behind had taken the front positions.
It was unfair, but hard to argue with.
Chu Miaomiao bit her lip lightly. If she had just stood there foolishly and waited until the last moment to run with the crowd,
would she have failed to secure a spot in the top fifty?
Thinking this, Chu Miaomiao looked up at Lin Mo.
“Lin Mo, I have to thank you again. I feel like I’m always thanking you.”
“Don’t mention it. Isn’t this signing event one of your dreams?”
Protecting a girl’s dream—that’s exactly what a cultivator like him should do.
Wait, why is that girl with the horse face staring at me?
Let me clarify: protecting beautiful girls—that’s the duty of cultivators like us.
Yes, this world values looks.
Remember, good looks are a trump card, but not the only one. If you add a great figure, even better.
Lin Mo could feel his arm being held tightly.
But just like Xu Song said, even if it happened again, so what?
Finally, the signing event began.
The first fifty readers would each receive a packet of Floating Life Tea, a gift from author Luosha Shuangshu.
Lin Mo and Chu Miaomiao each got a packet.
Chu Miaomiao excitedly clutched the tea leaves, her hands trembling as she even shook when she saw Luosha Shuangshu.
“Ah, Luosha Shuangshu is so gentle, so beautiful,” Chu Miaomiao gushed, her admiration through the roof.
Compared to looks, Chu Miaomiao was definitely more attractive, but in her eyes, right now, Luosha Shuangshu was the most beautiful.
“Hello, Master, I really love your books. I’ve been reading them since elementary school.”
Chu Miaomiao took out the very first standalone copy of *Floating Life* she had bought long ago and asked Luosa Shuangshu to sign it.
Tucked inside was an old book by Luosa Shuangshu.
Luosa Shuangshu noticed the book in Chu Miaomiao’s hands.
“Looks like you’re truly a devoted reader of mine. Would you like me to write something for you?”
Chu Miaomiao thought for a moment and said, “Then write this: ‘Miaomiao will always love you!’”
Luosa Shuangshu smiled, signed her name on the title page, penned a dedication to Chu Miaomiao, and even drew a little cat’s head at the end.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
