TGBOG Chapter 10

Tian Gai: Zhao’er, you’ve changed.

Zhao Zhao: ????

Tian Gai: [Screenshot]

Tian Gai: I’m being seduced by you.

Zhao Zhao: …

Tian Gai: If Master Twelve didn’t mention it, now you and Foxy are even more flirty. The comments are full of swooning. Hai Ge and I are struggling here, teetering on the edge.

Qin Hai: I’m not, I don’t, stop making things up. denial trio.jpg

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The screenshot Tian Gai sent was from the part where Shen An hugged Duan Ruxing and said, “Found you.” Seeing this, Zhao Yijia felt a bit guilty. He couldn’t stop thinking about the moment Ye Luan hugged him the previous day. Although he knew Ye Luan loved to tease, just recalling it made his heart race.

Worse still, the culprit was right under his nose. Because Zhao Yijia had taken on the cooking, Ye Luan, perhaps feeling guilty, accompanied him in shopping for groceries, preparing meals, and even washing dishes afterward.

If Tian Gai knew, he’d probably tease, “Which newlywed couple is this?!”

Zhao Yijia mentally berated himself: Maybe writing too many BL stories recently made him feel gay. But if it were someone like Ye Luan…

Alarm bells rang in Zhao Yijia’s mind. This thought was dangerous, and he dared not dwell on it. But as soon as he tried to push Ye Luan out of his mind, there he was, smiling at him again.

Zhao Yijia: …

Ye Luan shook the USB drive in his hand. “I finished writing. Want to take a look?”

Zhao Yijia snapped back to reality.

Ye Luan was talking about the dungeon plot they had discussed. Last night, Zhao Yijia had a burst of inspiration and wrote over 10,000 words, completing half of the dungeon storyline. The remaining part was for Ye Luan to write. Ye Luan, seeing Zhao Yijia’s enthusiasm, asked if he wanted to continue writing, given that they were living together anyway. Zhao Yijia shook his head, “I want to see what you wrote, Master Twelve. It’ll be a surprise.”

Zhao Yijia was sincere: Designing the plot and having a seasoned writer like Ye Luan polish it was a dream come true. If their initial collaboration on the character “Lan Zhen” was a minor cooperation, then their joint effort on the “Shen An and Duan Ruxing’s Adventure in Lingfu Realm” plot was truly a deep collaboration, as Ye Luan called it, a “male-male birth.”

Regarding writing, Zhao Yijia didn’t consider himself particularly talented: he couldn’t match Tian Gai’s creativity, Sleepy Fox’s unique style, and certainly not the established mastery of Qin Hai and Ye Luan. His only commendable trait was his storytelling ability. No matter how mundane or cliché the plot, he could always add an interesting twist.

However, writing was a lonely endeavor. A reader’s praise might come after a sleepless night. Every writer hoped to consistently produce great work, but not everyone could persist. For a long time, Zhao Yijia relied on hard work to compensate for his lack of natural talent. Opportunities for detailed plot discussions with peers were rare and precious.

Looking at Ye Luan, Zhao Yijia thought: This is wonderful. I’m so lucky.

Ye Luan didn’t know what Zhao Yijia was thinking, but seeing him stare, he couldn’t resist teasing, “Why are you staring at me? Do you think I’m handsome?”

Zhao Yijia nodded, “You do look very good.”

Ye Luan couldn’t help but laugh, “Thank you, you look good too.”

Zhao Yijia: “Why are we exchanging compliments like this?” He paused and added, “Master Twelve, do I look better, or does your character Lin Songyue look better?”

Comparing himself to a fictional character, Zhao Yijia was really reaching.

Ye Luan glanced at him, then went to the computer and plugged in the USB drive, “Equally good. But this is the second time you’ve mentioned him. Do you really like him?”

Zhao Yijia pouted, “I should be asking you. Do you like him? You wrote him as if he’s unparalleled in heaven and earth. Does he have a real-life model?”

Ye Luan suddenly looked up at him, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Zhao Yijia was taken aback.

Before he could react, Ye Luan quickly pulled out the USB drive, “Alright, let’s check it out together.”

Exhilarating.

That was Zhao Yijia’s first impression after reading it. Every aspect of the story resonated with him. He had only outlined the plot, but Ye Luan captured every detail perfectly, bringing his ideas to life. It was like Zhao Yijia had sketched a line, and Ye Luan had painted an entire landscape.

It was exactly what he wanted to see.

He understands me so well, Zhao Yijia thought.

Zhao Yijia’s eyes sparkled, “Master Twelve, I’m so touched. I love it!”

Ye Luan seemed a bit surprised by his reaction and smiled, “That touched? I’m leaving on a business trip tomorrow. I’ll give you a parting gift to repay you for the meals.”

“Huh? What gift?”

“You’ll find out tomorrow.”

Ye Luan’s flight was at 7 a.m. the next day. When he left, Zhao Yijia was still asleep. Ye Luan made some porridge, quietly checked on Zhao Yijia, and then left. Before the flight took off, he posted a Weibo update, feeling content.

Zhao Yijia slept until 10 a.m. He used the bathroom and, yawning, habitually grabbed his phone to check the news while brushing his teeth. The electric toothbrush buzzed for two minutes before it would stop. Zhao Yijia squinted at Weibo—

Messages: 5137!

Trembling, he clicked open the app:

Shiye V: Article: “Full Ship of Dreams Presses the Galaxy” — A Review of Little Prince @Zhao Zhao V’s “Burning Clothes”

A 10,000-word review!