Senior Sister, Shut Up!

Chapter 93: Déjà Vu from Congee Boss’s Drawings

Lunch was Su Huaizhou’s favorite—stir-fried pork.

Jiang Miao had the same dish.

This dish was common in local restaurants. It was a staple in any restaurant that served Chinese cuisine.

“I’ve pretty much tried all the places around the school that serve stir-fried pork,” Su Huaizhou said with a hint of pride. “So far, this place is the best.”

The stir-fried pork set meal came with rice and small portions of shredded potatoes and vegetables.

The two of them sat opposite each other at the small dining table, opened their set meals, and chatted while eating.

At this moment, Jiang Miao finally recovered from his excitement and nervousness from his novel going premium and found that Senior Sister was different from usual.

She wore a long spaghetti strap dress with her long hair over her shoulders and light makeup on her face.

Even though she was at home, she had gone out of her way to dress up.

Jiang Miao recalled what had happened in the guest room earlier, and his heart started palpitating. He looked at Senior Sister with a new kind of emotion inside.

“Have you released the new chapters?” Su Huaizhou asked while eating and looking at her phone with her left hand. “Huh? You got the main character to make something else?”

“Yeah.” Jiang Miao nodded, swallowing the food in his mouth. “If I kept following that Bilibili content creator’s approach and had the main character make only swords and knives, it would be too monotonous.

“His videos are striking, and he releases infrequently, so sticking to that works for him.

“But in the novel, the impact isn’t as strong. I can only try writing about other types of handmade works to keep things fresh.”

“Oh.” Su Huaizhou nodded enthusiastically and then began reading the novel. “I’ll finish reading it first.”

Jiang Miao lowered his head and ate, though his eyes occasionally drifted to Senior Sister, his gaze filled with a subtle complexity.

Every time he thought about the soft and moist feeling of her secretly kissing his forehead earlier and then looked at her rosy lips, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

It was hard to believe that this secret kiss could be part of Senior Sister helping him gather material.

After all, even if those previous actions could still be regarded as gathering material, she didn’t know he was awake this time and kissed him just like that…

For things to go to this extent, especially without Jiang Miao being ‘aware’, it was clear that Senior Sister’s feelings for him went beyond the feelings a reader had for an author.

There had to be something else mixed in.

For example… liking?

The thought sent a rush through Jiang Miao’s heart.

Could his long-term plan to subtly influence her to change her mind about dating have already worked, and it was time to move on to the next step?

How long had it been?

Not even half a month, right?

Jiang Miao had prepared himself for a long, drawn-out battle.

After all, it was tough to change a person’s deeply ingrained beliefs. Especially for people like Senior Sister, whose views of love were already well-formed, they usually wouldn’t change their minds easily.

Unexpectedly, before he could even start putting in serious effort, she was already waving the white flag?

This left him feeling a bit troubled…

He hadn’t figured out how to confess yet.

Is my charm really so irresistible that even a woman like Senior Sister can’t hold back?

Otherwise, isn’t it a bit over the top to sneak into my room to steal a kiss while I’m asleep?

As Jiang Miao mulled over these thoughts, he suddenly noticed an extra pair of chopsticks on his plate of stir-fried pork.

He looked up and saw Senior Sister smiling sheepishly at him as she snatched a piece of his pork.

“There’s too little on my plate. Share some with me.”

Jiang Miao didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t picky about food.

Moreover, Senior Sister had already walked right into his net, so what was some stir-fried pork?

Why care about something so trivial with his future wife?

Right?

Jiang Miao pushed his plate of stir-fried pork to the middle of the table. After finishing his shredded potatoes and vegetables, he casually reached his chopsticks over to Senior Sister’s plate to test her reaction. “Senior Sister, I’ll have some of yours too.”

“Sure~” Su Huaizhou didn’t resist at all and happily shared her vegetables with him.

A few minutes later, she put her phone down and sighed. “Finished reading. It was so short.”

Jiang Miao blinked. “… Senior Sister, you’ve been reading it for at least ten minutes. How is that short?”

“I was reading and eating at the same time, plus I had to read the chapter comments,” Su Huaizhou said righteously. “If I read normally, your three thousand words wouldn’t even be enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.”

“Three thousand is already the human limit…”

“Don’t lie. You clearly wrote three thousand words yesterday.” Su Huaizhou rolled her eyes at him. “Including yesterday’s three thousand, that’s six thousand total, right?”

Jiang Miao: “…”

This was the disadvantage of having a reader you knew in real life. It was much harder to slack off.

Normally, when he didn’t feel like writing and wanted to play games or watch videos, he only needed to come up with a passable excuse and take a break.

But now? Senior Sister had a tight grip on his schedule. How was he going to take time off in the future?

“Continue working hard in the afternoon~” Su Huaizhou said after finishing lunch. She stood up to clear the table, walked to his side, and gave Junior Brother’s shoulder a light pat for encouragement.

Jiang Miao sighed and obediently headed towards the guest room.

Yes, becoming a couple was important, but he still had to write.

Since Senior Sister had already made her feelings clear, as long as he found the right opportunity to make his move, he would definitely be able to take her down!

But for now, his novel that just went premium took priority.

After all, it was a promising novel that could become a high-quality work. With a horde of lovely readers waiting to be fed, Jiang Miao still had to pump out another chapter to show his respect.

So after returning to the guest room, Jiang Miao sat back down in the chair, opened his writing software, and quickly got into the groove of writing.

Su Huaizhou came in once during the afternoon to bring him a glass of water. Seeing him hard at work, she didn’t disturb him and quietly returned to her room.

…

It wasn’t until 3 p.m. that Jiang Miao, who couldn’t help going to the dashboard to refresh the subscription data every few minutes, finally grinded out a more than 2,000-word chapter.

After releasing the new chapter, he refreshed the dashboard and looked at the current data.

First Chapter: 1,447

Second Chapter: 1,398

Third Chapter: 109

He had posted the first two chapters at noon, so there were more subscriptions.

The third chapter was just released and had 109 subscriptions, meaning that many readers had auto-subscribe enabled.

At 1 p.m., when Jiang Miao last checked the data, the first chapter had 687 subscriptions.

According to the experience summarized by experienced authors, the subscription number an hour after the release multiplied by five or six gave a rough estimate of the 24-hour initial subscription total.

It seemed that the initial subscription count for his novel was on track to surpass the 3,000 high-quality line.

As Jiang Miao was analyzing the data, a new message popped up on QQ.

[Congee Boss]: (Picture) (Picture) (Picture)

[Congee Boss]: The male lead’s character art is done!

[Congee Boss]: One with just the male lead and two with the male and female leads together.

Jiang Miao clicked on the images, and his eyes instantly lit up. He was mesmerized by Congee Boss’s exquisite artwork.

But after only a few moments of admiration, Jiang Miao suddenly felt a strange sense of déjà vu from these drawings.

The next second, as if guided by instinct, he turned his head to look at the bookshelf on the wall.

On the bookshelf, a few simple drawings were sitting there.

Jiang Miao looked at Congee Boss’s artwork before turning back to the drawings on the bookshelf. He repeated this back and forth several times.

His mouth gradually opened wider and wider.