Chapter 50: God's Masterpiece

【Campus Mystery, Main Ability is Beauty: 100%】

Qingshan Li kept his pose, staring at the mystery novel in his hand, his mind brimming with ideas, an unprecedented urge to write stirring within him.

At dinner, Qingshan Li said: "I plan to start writing novels tonight."

"Can't you wait until the end of this week, until Golden Week?" Ono Mika suggested.

"Sister Mihana, don't worry." Qingshan Li smiled. "It won't affect my studies."

"Let him write." Ono Mizuki's reaction was unexpected. "Once he's written it, whether it's good or bad, he can put his mind at ease."

Qingshan Li was surprised: "I didn't realize you were so wise."

Ono Mizuki put down her chopsticks and went to hit him.

After dinner, Ono Mizuki washed the dishes, while Qingshan Li and Ono Mika went out together.

"No need to see me off, it's not dark yet, it's fine," Ono Mika said, but she did not physically refuse.

"Still, be careful, Sister Mihana. Before I come back tonight, under no circumstances leave the hospital," Qingshan Li reminded her.

"Mm."

It was still early, and the two walked to the doorway of the Dental Hospital at a leisurely pace.

"Li, take this." Ono Mika handed him a Ten Thousand Yen Bill.

Qingshan Li's heart skipped a beat; this thin piece of paper currency had a presence in his eyes greater than that of a newspaper.

Even if they increased their meal budget for nutrition, their family's current daily food expense was only One Thousand Yen.

This bill was enough for three people to eat for ten days, and it required Ono Mika to work ten hours!

"Sis, what is this?" Qingshan Li asked, puzzled.

"You need to buy manuscript paper for writing novels, right? I don't really understand, but if it's not enough, tell me."

"A notebook will do."

"Since you've seriously thought about it and put in effort, you absolutely must not fail because of improper writing." Ono Mika lectured him unhappily.

"Mm."

"If you need an electronic version, you can use a computer at a Manga Cafe or somewhere like that later."

"A handwritten version should be enough."

"That's for the best. Goodbye, I'll wait for you tonight."

"Okay."

Ono Mika walked toward the Dental Hospital; just before entering, she turned back and waved at Qingshan Li.

Qingshan Li smiled and waved back at her.

Ono Mika clenched her fist again, made an encouraging pose, and silently said "Add Oil."

Qingshan Li pointed one hand to the sky and one to the earth, returning a pose that said there was absolutely no problem.

Ono Mika smiled and walked inside.

On the way back, Qingshan Li went to the nearest Bookstore and bought Four Hundred Character Manuscript Paper.

The money a teenage girl earned through hard work was used to buy him manuscript paper; fortunately he had the system, otherwise how could he repay this trust?

Of course, without the system he wouldn't write novels, but this trust would not disappear just because the system wasn't there.

While settling the bill at the counter, he saw the Travel Brochure on the Cabinet.

"Hello, is this for sale?" he asked, picking up the brochure.

"It's free; you can take it if you want," the clerk said.

"Thank you."

Ono Mika had said she wanted to visit famous sights, and also wanted to go to remote countryside places no one asked about; the latter was inconvenient without a driver's license, so before turning eighteen, she should try to go to sights with convenient transportation first.

Returned Home.

"You really have Siliao!" Ono Mizuki suddenly flared up. "Why didn't you buy me snacks! If you keep this up, I have no reason to Hide for you anymore!"

"Once I earn money from writing books, I'll buy back all the snacks in that FamilyMart Convenience Store at the Doorway."

"You..." Ono Mizuki was about to speak, then suddenly smiled sweetly. "Promise, Onii-chan~"

Whether it's possible or not, anyway there's no loss, so smile first?

"Promise, promise."

"What's this?" Ono Mizuki looked at the Travel Brochure.

"It's free from the shop, for Material Collection," Qingshan Li answered.

"Let me see it after you're done!" Ono Mizuki was attracted by the Scenery on it.

"You look first; I'll ask you for it when I need it."

"Great!"

"Mizuki, I'm writing in my Bed; call me if anything comes up."

"Go on, go on."

Qingshan Li returned to his own room, sat before the Low Table, picked up his pen, and began to write.

Some people writing novels have thought through many plot ideas, but simply don't know how to start the beginning no matter what.

Qingshan Li wouldn't.

He wrote down word after word without the slightest pause.

Soon, even he himself was shocked—what beautiful language, not a single sentence was nonsense, not a single sentence was uninteresting.

Drawing material from Mikami Ai's "Detective A," even before she appeared, others described her reasoning as words of divine inspiration.

And the book he was writing now could be said the same: words of divine inspiration through and through, dazzlingly radiant.

Simply God's entertainment article!

He tried his best to conceal his identity, but inadvertently, he would write a few "highly distinctive words," reveal "an exquisitely perfect sentence," leave behind "a chilling detail."

Is this God's joke, or a display of his own power?

One word after another, one sentence connecting to another, one scene after another.

The Garden of Eden, the energy maintaining this world of lush melons and fruits, of flowers that never wither, now branched off a tiny tributary, supporting the birth of this novel.

Until three hours later, when his hand truly ached too much to hold on, did Qingshan Li finally stop.

He flipped through these brief three thousand words.

With every passage read, boundless admiration surged in his heart; reading just two lines, he would treat it as a must-read book.

Every ordinary conversation in the book was written to be extremely interesting, or tense as if a bomb were hidden under the table.

Finishing the three thousand words, Qingshan Li couldn't help but organize the subsequent content in his mind.

There were tears and laughter, daily life, and also sword light and sword shadow.

"Detective A" sailed smoothly on his beauty, but upon encountering immense difficulty, he displayed a startling wisdom;

The culprit directly told the reader that it was "Detective A"'s assistant, the male lead.

No one dared to underestimate him, full of charm and amiable, yet every time he spoke, a chill ran down one's spine.

Occasionally a passage would burst forth, clearly writing about a person, yet Qingshan Li saw a monster that sometimes roared, sometimes was cold and sinister.

The things the culprit did, "Detective A" did not know, but the readers knew everything.

Watching "Detective A" fall into a predicament, boundless anxiety surged in the heart, and one sighed in admiration of the culprit's wisdom, near worship.

When "Detective A" forced the culprit to act hastily, the invisible battle of wits between the two was simply like each holding a dagger in the dark, stabbing at each other, making one hold their breath.

Readers could not possibly look away.

Opening it in a bookstore, one would certainly finish it in the bookstore;

Reading it on the train, one would certainly finish it before getting off;

Opening it before work or school, one would certainly call in sick.

To the point that Qingshan Li had to wonder: should such a book really be written?

But, but, but!

Such a wonderful book, not writing it out, not sharing it with everyone, is simply impossible to do!

Right now he instantly wanted to show it to the Ono sisters, to Mikami Ai, to Miyase Yaeko, to everyone he knew!

He wished he could, like Roosevelt to the American people, also hold a fireside chat, reading the manuscript for the whole world to hear!

Qingshan Li closed his eyes, breathing in and out continuously, letting himself calm down.

But he knew that in the coming days, no, for a lifetime, he would be unable to escape the influence of this book.

He photographed the manuscript page by page and sent it to Mikami Ai, Miyase Yaeko.

After sending, he stood up, took out the bamboo sword, and silently swung it in the room, venting the excitement in his heart.

Before long, the mobile phone began to vibrate, ringing with music.

"Hello." Qingshan Li answered the phone.

"The continuation?" Mikami Ai asked.

"Good evening, Mikami classmate."

"Shut up. The continuation?"

Qingshan Li smiled: "Not written yet, but planned out."

"Send it to me the moment it's done, I'll have someone set up a publisher belonging to just the two of us right now."

Hanging up the phone, Qingshan Li continued swinging the bamboo sword.

This is the power of an A novel, needing only three thousand words to make a rich young lady forget etiquette and say "us."

"Brother," Ono Mizuki opened the door a little nervously, saying softly, "Someone is knocking."

The unvisited Ono household, it was simply impossible for anyone to knock at this time.

Qingshan Li inexplicably thought of the plot in the book, a chill rising in his heart — the book's magic was too great, the depiction too deep.

"I'll go take a look." He gripped the bamboo sword tight and walked out of the bedroom.

The door suddenly opened directly.

— System!

Qingshan Li entered the preparation phase for transformation.

Standing at the door was Miyase Yaeko, black hair like wet bird feathers, skin snow-white.

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