Chapter 112: The Hundred-Chapter Draft

Huh?

Yan Zhusheng froze, flipping back and forth through the book pages displayed on her phone, but couldn't find any subsequent chapters.

For a moment, she thought her phone had frozen.

But after tapping into Chapter 225 and taking a look, she confirmed: today, she had truly only reached this point.

There was nothing after it.

That meant…

Yan Zhusheng glanced at Li Luo, who was still on the phone, then quietly extended her tiny fingers and scrolled the mouse wheel a few times.

Soon, she saw Chapter 324, Chapter 323, Chapter 322…

This… there were a full hundred chapters of drafts?!

Even with Yan Zhusheng's temperament, her eyes showed shock.

But instantly, a itch stirred in her heart.

Staring at the hundred chapters of drafts on the computer screen, her eyes narrowed slightly, like a greedy little kitten eyeing snacks.

At that moment, Li Luo had finished his call, noticed Yan Zhusheng's small action, and immediately grabbed her wrist: "Don't sneak a peek."

"I didn't sneak," Yan Zhusheng said. "I just looked directly."

"Still not allowed," Li Luo said, gripping the mouse and closing the writing page. "I'm done. Let's head to school."

"How much more plot is left for Mo Qinghan?" Yan Zhusheng refused to leave, blinking at Li Luo with a serious expression.

"As an author, not spoiling is my professional ethics."

"But you've already written it," Yan Zhusheng gazed longingly at the computer screen. "I can help you check for typos."

"No need to trouble you," Li Luo twitched his lips. "It updates daily anyway. If you read too much at once, you'll stay up late again."

Yan Zhusheng let out a rare, soft sigh—uncommon for her to show such a dip in mood—and slowly rose to her feet, heading toward the door.

But halfway there, she couldn't help turning back and asking: "The content you posted yesterday was great—but is kissing really that comfortable?"

Li Luo: "…"

Li Luo, covered in black lines, quickly stood up, pushed Yan Zhusheng toward the door, and warned: "Don't ever discuss the book with me privately again."

It was way too embarrassing.

He had indeed written detailed descriptions of the male lead kissing Mo Qinghan—he'd enjoyed writing it, his whole body tingling with excitement.

But now, imagining the female lead's real-life prototype asking him right to his face whether kissing was really that comfortable—it was excruciating.

Li Luo now wished he could immediately dig a hole and crawl into it.

"Senior, let's go to school!"

In the living room, Li Luo picked up his backpack and called toward Xu Youyu's bedroom.

"Coming!"

Xu Youyu responded, finally snapping out of the joy of rewatching Li Luo's long review, quickly shut her computer, stepped out of her bedroom, and grabbed her own backpack.

As she changed shoes and headed out, Xu Youyu deliberately glanced at Li Luo—she seemed in high spirits.

The three of them left together, heading toward the affiliated No. 1 High School.

In Classroom 8, evening self-study hadn't started yet, and many students were chatting.

Several girls clustered in Zhu Huiyan's corner, occasionally bursting into laughter.

"You don't know," Zhu Huiyan said mysteriously, "the monitor bragged he could rank in the top 40 of the whole school just to tease Yan Zhusheng."

"And Yan Zhusheng believed him, betting he'd definitely make top 40—I was stunned."

"The monitor always seems so reliable, but now that he's in love, he's this exaggerated? Seems all guys are the same."

"But I feel kind of sweet about it, haha~ If you keep going, I'm gonna start shipping them."

"But what if the monitor actually makes top 40?"

"Impossible—Lu Jiahao and Shi Yanran can't even make it."

"The level of Class One? Can a parallel class even dream of it?"

"At the start-of-term exam, I never heard of anyone from a parallel class cracking top 40—the highest was around 50th or 60th, like Lu Jiahao in our class."

"So if the monitor makes top 40, he'd be the first from a parallel class ever?"

"Haha! Impossible, that's way too hard."

Just as they were chatting merrily, Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng walked in through the back door.

Seeing them, the circle of girls scattered like birds, each returning to her seat.

Despite Li Luo's efforts, Yan Zhusheng had slightly integrated into the class, but private gossip still persisted.

Still, outright hostility toward Yan Zhusheng had clearly lessened—some had even started shipping them.

Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng remained oblivious, put down their backpacks, and Li Luo found Hua Xiuxiu to inform her of his evening self-study arrangement and ask her to supervise.

Before the evening self-study bell rang, Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng left the classroom together, heading for the second-floor rock club room in the gymnasium.

After evening self-study began, someone soon noticed two people missing from the back row.

The girls who had just been discussing Li Luo and Yan Zhusheng exchanged glances, as if they'd uncovered another secret.

"Skipping evening study to sneak out for a secret rendezvous?"

"Sneaking out to meet up during evening self-study?"

【56】 Such gossip quietly spread among the girls.