On the Hunt for Stop Gambling
Zhao Youyue was in a foul mood. Nothing had gone to plan. She now realized how vast the world truly was, and there was no end to the eccentricity of creators. They were capable of doing things that often exceeded the expectations of ordinary people.
For the first time, Zhao Youyue encountered a creator who had such a blatant disregard over her actions. She had put her back into causing a ripple in this world. However, “Stop Gambling” did not even bat an eyelid. He did not even welcome the “intoxicated” state that so many others could only dream of. Was this creator even here to write? Did he have a conscience?
Of course not!
If someone asked Sun Xian this: Why be a web novelist at all? He would drawl out something that went along the lines of this: “Well, I have so much time, I just had to do something to kill that time.” Who would have known that his writings would attract so many readers? All he did was to simply write a story about someone turning into a Pomeranian and act cute…
If creators who were pursuing fame and seeking fortune had been put in such a situation, they would surely rejoice. They would write their novels with renewed vigor and ensure that their readers would be satisfied. It was only normal for a professional writer to act as so.
All this enthusiasm, praise and support only made Sun Xian mildly pleasant. The fact that he was receiving so much support from his readers gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling, but nothing more. What else did they want?
Constant daily updates?
Not possible!
He wrote web novels just to kill time, not to torture himself. If he had to update his novel every day, when would he be able to rest?
He was devoid of aspirations, and filled to the brim with ideals of a leisurely life. He only lived to enjoy life to its fullest. Mahjong reigned over everything else all the other side jobs and inconveniences.
Even if inspiration forced itself upon him, he would never react to it like how other creators would. He would simply allow the inspiration to dissipate in an extremely wasteful manner and continue playing mahjong…
When he finally decided to kill time, he wrote them, according to his own ideas. He discarded all the inspiration aside. Why would he have to take the more interesting route?
He wanted nothing more than to ensure that his work remained as leisurely and carefree as him. Only this way, could he lay back in the process of creation…
This was his zone, his turf. Why stress himself out like other creators who were slaves to “deadlines” and stuff. Even editors would often transform into devils before the deadlines and drive their authors like slaves. The pressure and stress were just too much. Such pressure would undoubtedly affect the quality of their work.
Zhao Youyue had pulled the shortest straw ever. She had encountered an utterly useless excuse of a creator this time. She never imagined him to be such a person. She had a.s.sumed the fault to be hers. She had deliberately interacted with the male protagonist to get a share of his “screen time.” This probably made the creator very uncomfortable, and did not follow through with it
This was the first time Zhao Youyue had found her intervention completely blotted out by the creator. She may be discontented about it, but she could not deny how refres.h.i.+ng it was.
If she no longer felt optimistic about this story, she might have shut off every semblance of safeguarding and put her foot down. She could simply murder the protagonist and ruin the entire novel. That way, regardless of the creator writing these scenes out, she would be able to make her exit.
Even if that was the case, the next time the “Two Dimensional Gate” opened, her next world would still be a random choice, by discretion of the “Two Dimensional Gate.” If the next world provided her no better comfort than “Dog Days,” she would have been frustrated to no end. The “Two Dimensional Gate” simply loved messing with her…
Zhao Youyue quickly made a decision. She would personally contact the creator of “Dog Days,” and attempt to arrange for her appearance in that world. At the same time, she would use various methods of egging him on, and make known to him the intense resentment that his loyal readers harbored.
Then, a problem arose. How could this creator be contacted?
Generally, authors would establish their personal reader groups, but “Stop Gambling” did not. Thus, readers had no way of urging him on. This could be considered a smart move on his part, as he never left the readers any opportunities to urge him for updates
Fortunately, this work was contracted, which indicated that the editor had the means of contacting the author. Authors who had their qualms would be added into an author group by the editor, according to different categories.
Zhao Youyue suddenly thought of someone. Of course, it was the internal manager – s.h.i.+ Jingnian, who was still in the midst of convalescence. She paid s.h.i.+ Jingnian another visit. He looked considerably better. However, when he saw the short-haired, side-character Zhao Youyue, he was not as enthusiastic, considerate, and patient as before.
s.h.i.+ Jingnian was a h.o.r.n.y guy. He would only show his best att.i.tude when dealing with top beauties. Therefore, his eyes would only accept the long-haired G.o.ddess Zhao Youyue. The short-haired, side-character Zhao Youyue did not exist in his world.
No matter what, Zhao Youyue was still his creditor. He could only obey the demands of his creditor.
When Zhao Youyue saw s.h.i.+ Jingnian, she said, “Are you in the Qidian city signed authors’ group? There’s a certain author I’m looking for.”
s.h.i.+ Jingnian did not feel like saying anything. He wordlessly handed over his QQ account to Zhao Youyue.
Zhao Youyue logged onto s.h.i.+ Jingnian’s QQ account. She realized that this guy was not only the big-shot internal manager that had abandoned more than a dozen web novels, but was also part of almost every author group and of every possible category. He was part of so many QQ author groups that one would have trouble comprehending what they read…
Clearly, Zhao Youyue’s idea had been a nave one. This “Qidian City and Workplace Channel” contained 999 people. Only some of the creators inside used their own pseudonyms which allowed their works to be traced. The others were simply using their personal monikers.
If that was the case, how would Zhao Youyue search for this “Stop Gambling”?
She dropped in a message using s.h.i.+ Jingnian’s QQ account, “Is “Stop Gambling,” the author of “Dog Days” here?” She even started asking around for someone who knew “Stop Gambling.”
The creator “Stop Gambling” was clearly a veteran lurker. On top of that, he was a new author. Naturally, no one knew who he was. Instead, the senior internal manager s.h.i.+ Jingnian was recognized. While the group of authors who fell into his trap was busy yelling at him, they were also asking him for updates. Of course, Zhao Youyue happily replied saying, “The updates for the novels will be resumed, it’s just a temporary suspension of publication. They have not been abandoned”
Most of the authors were also readers. Naturally, their pa.s.sion for reading mirrored their pa.s.sion for writing. s.h.i.+ Jingnian was a senior internal manager. As a senior in the field, countless younger authors were his readers, which explained why something like that would happen.
Zhao Youyue had always thought that it was easy to contact web novelists. When the cold, harsh truth finally hit her in the face, she soon realized how wrong she had been!