Chapter 1939

The morning light was faint.

Gao Ling hugged her beloved doll and watched Gao Changwen walking over dejectedly, her large eyes full of curiosity: "Second Brother, what's wrong? You look like a frost-bitten eggplant; did you get scolded?"

The gazes of Lv Luo, Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, and others also focused on him in unison.

Gao Changwen hung his head, looking just like a defeated rooster, his face mournful: "Don't mention it! I just recited that line from the ancient sages, 'The plan for the day lies in the morning,' to urge Brother to get up and write the storybook..."

"Good heavens, he scolded me with a string of national treasures... it was simply unbearable to hear!"

"Brother is a good person in every other way, but his morning temper is just too great."

Gao Changwen rubbed his face exaggeratedly, as if he had truly been drowned in spit.

"Ah?" Gao Ling's little face fell, and she worriedly asked: "Then... then will Brother still write about Young Hero Hongmao and Nangong Wenya today?"

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang felt their hearts tighten upon hearing this, and they looked at Gao Changwen with eager eyes.

Gao Changwen waved his hand, still feeling a lingering fear: "He will write... but Brother specifically said that today's plot is very explosive—Young Hero Hongmao has fallen in love with Hei Xiaohu! Nangong Wenya has turned dark and become a demon!"

Boom!

"What?"

Gao Ling was struck as if by a heavy blow.

"Then what about Sister Lantu? How... how can Young Hero Hongmao be with Hei Xiaohu?"

Chen Sheng, Wu Guang, and the others were also stunned.

They never expected that the plot to be written today would be so explosive.

Just at this moment.

Gao Yang's bedroom door opened.

Gao Yang walked out with a face full of resentment, followed by Chu Qingluan in a long dress, her eyes and brows filled with smiles.

"Bro... Brother, is today's plot... just angry talk? It's all my fault for disturbing your sweet dreams, but since this is a masterpiece, you must not act on impulse!"

Gao Changwen wore a fawning expression and hurried to Gao Yang's side.

Gao Yang swept a glance over him, the coldness and resentment in his eyes almost overflowing.

Was that disturbing his sweet dreams? It was clearly disturbing his good deed!

That shout had little insult, but extreme damage!

If it weren't for the fact that he was his own brother, Gao Yang would definitely have kicked him out with a flying kick, followed by eighty-one more kicks!

"If you dare to disturb people's sleep early in the morning again tomorrow to call me up to write storybooks, Young Hero Hongmao will definitely fall in love with Hei Xiaohu. I, Gao Yang, said it, and no one can save it."

Gao Yang gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Gao Changwen shivered in fear and hurriedly nodded repeatedly: "Understood, understood."

"In the future, I will definitely let Brother sleep until the sun is high, waking up naturally."

He wailed in his heart.

Brother's morning temper was just too terrifying.

"Brother." Gao Ling stepped forward timidly, her large eyes full of expectation, shaking Gao Yang's arm. "You promised Ling'er you would write about Wenya today..."

Facing Gao Ling, Gao Yang revealed a smile and rubbed Gao Ling's little head.

"Rest assured, after I wash up and have a bite to eat, I will write."

"Good!"

Gao Ling nodded heavily, a smile appearing on her little face.

All of this swirled in his mind, as if it were about to burn up.

Gao Yang began to wash up and ate a simple breakfast.

His appetite in the morning wasn't too good; he only ate two bowls of porridge, five large steamed buns, three large chicken legs, and two eggs.

Gao Yang originally wanted to eat a bit more, but as his gaze swept over, he met the eager eyes of Gao Changwen, Gao Ling, Chen Sheng, and the others.

The meaning was obvious—still eating, aren't you going to write yet?

At this moment, he was both annoyed and amused.

He had greatly underestimated the charm of Young Hero Hongmao and the Divine Weapon Kids.

"Alright, I won't eat anymore."

He clapped his hands and stood up, "Start working! Today, if I don't write until I'm dead, I'll write to death!"

Once these words were spoken.

Everyone moved with lightning speed.

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang cleared the table like a whirlwind, Lv Luo brought over high-quality rice paper with wind under her feet, and ground the ink with her delicate hands.

As for Gao Changwen, he was full of fawning, turning into a human rag, using his own sleeves to wipe the stone stool until it shone.

"Brother, sit here! This is a seat of good feng shui, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, ensuring your literary thoughts are like... uh, like the Yellow River bursting its banks, pouring out for a thousand miles!"

Pfft.

Chu Qingluan couldn't help but laugh out loud.