Senior Sister, Shut Up!

10:05 a.m.

For the first time, Jiang Miao compressed his usual bathroom time to less than five minutes and rushed out.

He usually brought his phone with him and often stayed for a long time.

But today, he was flustered.

Upon exiting the bathroom, he saw Wang Xin carrying in the dried clothes from the balcony and handing them to him without any unusual expression on his face.

This sight made Jiang Miao feel slightly relieved.

After quickly grabbing the clothes, he stood in front of his desk, blocking any potential view of his laptop screen, watching Wang Xin walk by without a change in expression.

He let out a sigh of relief.

Snap!

He closed his laptop.

But recalling how Chen Haoshang had discovered his novel writing, he reopened his laptop and shut it down properly, only closing it again after the screen turned black.

Finally, he sat back in his chair and remembered what he had been doing. He quickly fished out his phone and opened the Writer Assistant app.

Royalties!

He had waited all morning.

At last, it was past ten.

As long as he tapped on Statistics and then the Earnings button at the top right, he would be able to view the total revenue from his book for October.

But when he reached this point, he hesitated. He opened QQ and looked at the various author groups.

Sure enough, after ten, all kinds of authors, from struggling newcomers to big shots, came out to share their woes.

From 0.00, earnings soared to hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands.

One big shot even boasted about selling adaptation rights and making an extra 800,000 yuan last month.

Jiang Miao joined in and praised the big shots for their success, only to be called out.

[How much did you make? @Peach Jam]

[Peach Jam must be pulling in millions a month. ]

[Hurry, hurry, hurry! Show us!]

Jiang Miao was also looking forward to it, so he reopened the Writer Assistant app.

He tapped Statistics.

He tapped Earnings.

—24,680.

The number smashed into Jiang Miao’s eyes like a boulder crashing into the middle of a lake, sending up a massive splash.

His heart skipped a beat, and his breathing quickened. He blinked a few times to make sure he was seeing it correctly.

Then he clenched his left fist tightly, barely holding back the urge to shout out in excitement.

24,680.

It was an unremarkable figure for the big shot authors.

But for Jiang Miao, who had been struggling for three years, it was enough to make him feel he could dash up six flights of stairs carrying Senior Sister without getting tired.

Even though he had anticipated generous royalties, seeing the number with his own eyes, he felt a surge of joy, an urge to cheer and share it with someone.

His roommates were out of the question.

So he took a screenshot, opened WeChat, and sent it to Senior Sister.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: (Picture)

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Senior Sister? My royalties are out!

Probably because she was still in class, Su Huaizhou didn’t see it and didn’t reply.

Unable to hold back, Jiang Miao opened QQ, found [Congee Boss], and sent the screenshot and message again.

It was only then that he remembered someone in the authors’ group chat had asked him about his royalties.

He returned to the chat, carefully covered the book title in the screenshot, and sent it.

[Hiss… I’m so envious…]

[I remember that Peach Jam is still a college student, right?]

[??? ]

[College student? Are you kidding me?!]

[What the hell! Earning 20,000 a month in college?]

[I feel like I’ve lived my college life like a dog…]

[What year are you in? @Peach Jam]

[Peach Jam]: First year, just started college this year.

[Time to go, gotta keep writing.]

[Alright, I’m going to sleep.]

[I can’t live like this anymore.]

[If I were earning 20,000 a month in my first year, I’d change girlfriends every week. ]

[Peach Jam]: Big shot, please don’t joke around. I have a girlfriend.

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[Can we kick him out? @Editor Night’s Rest]

[How did a life winner get into this group? Isn’t this a group for struggling authors?!]

[Editor Night’s Rest]: If you brought this humor into your books, you’d all have tens of thousands of subscribers by now. Did you hit your word count for today?

The group instantly fell silent.

Then the smaller, editor-free group chat became lively.

But Jiang Miao didn’t join in.

Because Senior Sister had replied.

[Congee Boss]: So much!

[Congee Boss]: Is this what a high-quality big shot is like?

[Peach Jam]:

Then a message came from WeChat.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Junior Brother, you’re amazing!!!

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Has it been sent to you?

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Not yet.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: The royalties are shown on the 3rd, but payment won’t arrive until the 12th, and I still have to pay taxes.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Pay taxes?

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Yeah, royalties are taxed starting at 800 yuan, at about 11%.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: So you’ll end up paying over 2,000 in taxes?!

Su Huaizhou was slightly taken aback. Then she thought about her own work. With the commissions she managed to squeeze in, she only made two to three thousand a month.

It wasn’t even enough to cover what Junior Brother had to pay in taxes.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Yeah, after taxes, I’ll get a bit over 20,000.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought:] Senior Sister, are you free today?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: What’s up? Miss me?

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: My royalties are out, so I have to keep my promise and treat you to a feast.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Great!

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Let’s go to my place after class this afternoon?

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Aren’t we going for a feast?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Yes, I want to eat your stir-fried pork!

Jiang Miao chuckled.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Senior Sister, you’re too honest.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: You can always repay me another way.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: I happen to need your help with something.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: What is it?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: I’ll tell you when we’re at my place, hehe.

Senior Sister’s playful tone instantly aroused Jiang Miao’s curiosity.

But Su Huaizhou wouldn’t say what it was, insisting on waiting until they arrived at her place.

Still wondering, Jiang Miao had lunch with his roommates and then headed to his afternoon classes.

But what he didn’t know was that his roommate Wang Xin had installed an app named Xidian Reading on his phone.

On the reading list in the app, there was a new book.

It was titled My Girlfriend Is a Content Creator.

…

At 4:30 p.m., Jiang Miao and his roommates finished class and left.

Chen Haoshang hurried off back to delivering food, wasting no time.

Although their relationship had improved a lot after the basketball game, and Chen Haoshang would now greet them when he returned to the dorm room, no one really knew why he was so determined to deliver food. They weren’t the type to gossip or meddle in other people’s business, so they had no intention of getting to the bottom of it.

After class, Wang Xin went to the library alone. While walking, he pulled out his phone, planning to use the time on the way to read a few chapters of his roommate’s novel to pass the time.

Meanwhile, Xun Liang grinned and hooked his arm around Jiang Miao’s neck. “Brother Jiang, let’s go play basketball!”

“No time.”

“How can you not have time?” Xun Liang laughed and followed him out of the department building. “It’s still a while before dinner.”

Just then, they ran into Su Huaizhou, who had arrived on her scooter to pick up Jiang Miao.

“Sorry.” Su Huaizhou smiled at Xun Liang. “Mind if I borrow your roommate for a bit?”

Xun Liang: “…”

Jiang Miao patted his shoulder to comfort him before walking over to the scooter.

Just as he was about to hop onto the back seat, Su Huaizhou jumped off and gestured for him to ride.

After pushing him into the driver’s seat, she sat comfortably in the back seat and tightly wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I’ll be back later tonight,” Jiang Miao said to Xun Liang.

Xun Liang nodded numbly and watched as the dog couple left.

Then he turned around and walked towards the dormitory area of Xiuye Commons, preparing to crawl back into bed and slowly lick his wounds.

…

Su Huaizhou really enjoyed the feeling of holding Jiang Miao from behind.

Especially when he was riding the scooter and carrying her, his tall, broad shoulders blocked the cold wind, and Su Huaizhou could rest her cheek against his firm back, feeling very at ease.

And when someone felt at ease, they liked to look for ways to have fun.

“Senior Sister… stop messing around…” Jiang Miao had a helpless expression on his face. When he stopped the scooter at a traffic light, he finally had a moment to reach over and grab the two small hands inside his jacket.

But as soon as he pulled them out, Su Huaizhou slipped them right back in, giggling mischievously.

“It’s too cold. I’m warming my hands,” she whispered, blowing warm air into his ear.

“You can’t warm your hands by touching like that?”

“I’ve absorbed the heat from the left side of your stomach, so I moved to the right side,” Su Huaizhou said self-righteously and then chuckled slyly. “Junior Brother, your stomach is so soft and nice to touch.”

Jiang Miao: “?”

Feeling questioned, he quickly gathered his qi into his dantian. “Touch again. How is it soft?”

“Wow~” Su Huaizhou seemed to have discovered something new and gave his stomach a little pinch. “It really became hard.”

“Hmph.” Jiang Miao smiled smugly.

“But why is there still only one big block?”

Jiang Miao: “…”

All of a sudden, he deflated.

“My one ab is worth eight of someone else’s!”

“Impressive, impressive,” Su Huaizhou teased with a smile, covering her mouth.

Then she noticed her hands smelled like Junior Brother.

It smelled kind of nice.

She pulled her other hand back and smelled it too.

Su Huaizhou narrowed her eyes in contentment. Then she realized it was a little perverted and spat silently.

Jiang Miao thought that Senior Sister had changed, but before long, her small hands slipped back into his clothes like loaches.

What he had never expected was that after ending her tantrum, Senior Sister would become more and more unable to control herself and would always find ways to tease him.

This made the hot-blooded young Jiang Miao unable to sleep at night.

Even when asleep, he would always dream about Senior Sister and wake up in the morning having to wash his underwear.

Ah, the troubles of youth.

The school was not far from River Mountain Residences, and on the scooter, they arrived in about ten minutes.

The two of them first went to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner, then went to Building 3, Unit 1, and took the elevator up to the tenth floor.

Room 1001.

Now that Jiang Miao was a regular visitor to Senior Sister’s home, he was already familiar with it. He changed into the dark blue slippers and walked into the kitchen with the groceries.

Compared to the first time he visited, Su Huaizhou’s home now had more traces of him.

The guest room was a good example.

Since Su Dajiang didn’t come back often, the guest room had become Jiang Miao’s personal writing space.

Su Huaizhou was worried he would strain himself from writing too much, so she had specially bought him a reclining office chair and desk.

This setup allowed him to half-recline, with waist and neck supported by cushions, sharing the weight and relieving the pressure.

His laptop was placed on a stand that raised it higher, allowing Jiang Miao to lie back in the chair and look at the screen directly without needing to tilt his head up or down.

A keyboard stand was also bought to allow the keyboard to be angled, reducing the strain on his wrists.

Ever since this set of equipment was brought in, Jiang Miao was reluctant to leave this place every time he used it.

In addition, Su Huaizhou cleared out a compartment in the guest room’s wardrobe specially for Jiang Miao’s clothes.

In the living room, he had his own cup, his favorite snacks were on the coffee table, and the game console connected to the TV even had the games he liked to play in his downtime.

In the bathroom, he had his own toothbrush, cup, and towel, as well as a bottle of men’s facial cleanser that Su Huaizhou had bought—one bottle here and another one in his dorm room.

As for the kitchen, there was now a blue apron to match the pink one.

If they weren’t still in college and if applying for off-campus housing wasn’t such a hassle, Su Huaizhou really wanted to live together with Junior Brother like this.

She was slowly decorating the condo into the shape of the two of them, and with each addition, her sense of happiness overflowed bit by bit.

But she still loved her roommates dearly and couldn’t bear to part with them so soon.

For now, things were great. She was already content with coming here to have small get-togethers with Junior Brother occasionally.

“Stir-fried pork!”

Su Huaizhou followed Jiang Miao into the kitchen. Seeing him place the ingredients on the counter, she grabbed the blue apron from the wall, jumped behind him, and put the apron on for him.

After tying the apron for him, she placed her hands on his waist and glided them forward bit by bit until they met on his stomach.

She leaned her entire body against his back.

“Senior Sister, I can’t cut vegetables like this.”

“Then I’ll teach you,” Su Huaizhou teased in his ear, her hands gently tracing the back of his hands.

“Wasn’t I the one who taught you before?”

“That wasn’t teaching. You were just using it as an excuse to hold me.”

“Back them, it was for material.”

“Hmph, liar.”

“Senior Sister.” Jiang Miao suddenly became serious and turned to look at her. “I won’t let you scold yourself like that.”

Bang!

His back was hit.

After some playful teasing, the two of them finally started cooking.

Once they sat down at the dining table, Su Huaizhou picked up a piece of Jiang Miao’s stir-fried meat and put it in her mouth. She narrowed her eyes and smiled contentedly like a snow fox.

Jiang Miao asked, “So, what did you need my help with?”

“Take a guess.”

“Guess if I’ll guess.”

Su Huaizhou didn’t bother guessing. Instead, she kicked off her slippers and kicked Jiang Miao’s leg.

Immediately, he clamped her foot between his legs.

“Ah!”

“Hahahahaha!!!”

“Stop!

“No, no tickling!

“Give me back my sock!”

Once again, Su Huaizhou had her white sock snatched away by Junior Brother. She bit into the stir-fried pork as though she were biting Jiang Miao.

After dinner, the two of them washed the dishes together.

Once done, she eagerly pulled him into the bedroom, clearly eager for him to help with something.

“So, what exactly is it?” he asked, curious. After being pulled into the bedroom, he saw her locking the door and immediately had a strange expression. “Senior Sister, isn’t it a little too early to have a baby?”

“It’s not that!” Su Huaizhou stepped on his foot with her bare foot.

Jiang Miao let out a refreshing cry of pain as he watched Senior Sister take out a fancy outfit from the wardrobe.

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