Chapter 392 Not One Person is to Leave; I’ll Treat Them!

Once he accepted the fact that eight thousand words was not much, Cui Geng edited the 8,439-word chapter and split it into four chapters. Then, he opened the authors’ platform and uploaded them.

Don’t ask why there was an additional two hundred words. He had just added a couple of sentences and improved the transition in the passage.

After he uploaded the last chapter, Cui Geng felt slightly sorrowful.

He had always uploaded whatever he had written immediately. There would be at least two hours between each chapter as well.

Yet, now, he had just uploaded four chapters at one shot. That was four times the happiness. He felt like a rush, like water coursing out of a dam.

Cui Geng found it hard to control his own excitement but hard to express it as well. Thus, after much thought, he only added one phrase at the end of his last chapter.

“D*mn!”

When he saw that his chapters had been published, Cui Geng felt relieved.

He was pleased! He was satisfied!

He was relaxed!

Although he had been a stubborn no-show and he had bailed whenever he wanted, he would always feel disappointment when evening came around.

He had always had the feeling that the day had passed too quickly, and there had been no time to do anything. For some reason, he would feel empty and melancholic.

However, he did not have the same feeling today. He did not feel like he had lacked time because he had written over eight thousand words!

“Time to eat!

“Everyone has free time tonight. Those who want to return to the hotel can do so, and those who want to go out to play can do so as

well.”

Zhu Xingan closed off their day at work and gestured at the Fish-Catching Take-Out, which was placed neatly on the conference table.

One by one, they opened their white, porcelain bowls. The hot food emitted smoke and a delicious fragrance.

The writers sat down at the table and ate as they chatted. They had all eaten Fish-Catching Take-Out for lunch as well. Thus, Cui Geng had already felt emotional from being able to eat healthy and delicious take-out then.

Zhu Xingan distributed each person’s meal to them at the conference table. For some reason, this scene made Cui Geng think about the oil painting of the last supper.

As the writers ate and chatted, they talked about how many words they had written, how productive they had been, how their necks didn’t hurt thanks to the good chairs, and the like.

Cui Geng had nothing in common with them. What he wanted most to say was that he had written over eight thousand words that day. However, at a place like that, it did not seem like something worth being so proud of. Instead, it was quite embarrassing. In the midst of all the conversations going on around him, Cui Geng whipped out his cell phone to read the comments on his new chapters.

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His cell phone’s signal was not hindered here, but there was no Wi-Fi. Thus, everyone had to spend money on buying data. Of course, even then, nobody spent all day on their cell phones playing games. How could they when everyone else was busy typing away? Anyone who did that would feel guilty for sure. What’s more, they had not been forced to attend this class. If they had no interest in writing, there would be no point in forcing themselves to stay. Leaving sooner would be better than later. At home, they could do anything they wanted.

It was just like sending a student who hated studying in a study room. No matter how much he did not want to learn, his environment could force him to learn something. It would be much easier for one to study in a study room than in one’s own hostel.

Cui Geng had to admit that… while he was a good slacker, he was also a good writer. A good number of people were keeping up with his novels.

A few minutes after he uploaded his new chapters, his readers posted comments. “???”

“What am I seeing? Four chapters in a row?”

“Huh? I must have eaten too much today; I’m hallucinating!”

“Did the no-show eat the wrong medicines today? Not only did he upload four chapters in a row, but he also didn’t ask for any votes!”

“He must have found a substitute writer!”

At that point, Cui Geng’s heart was pounding.

D*mn it, he had been too eager to upload his chapters, and he had forgotten to ask for votes!

He had uploaded so many chapters without asking for any votes. It felt as bad as losing a hundred million dollars.

He continued reading.

“What does ‘d*mn’ mean? I don’t think I’ve seen him end off chapters with this tone before.”

“I guess the no-show has been kidnapped. The kidnappers must have forced him to write over eight thousand words. He’s left us a clue at the end of the last chapter!”

“Kidnappers, these two votes are for you. If you see this comment, keep him for a few more days. Thank you!”

“You have a vote from me as well. Keep him for two more days!”

“Tentacled-Beast, if you’ve run into any problems in life, just let us know. Give us time to think of something. What would we do if your problems get resolved?”

“Is this real? No-show, if you’ve been kidnapped, blink! I’ll thank the kidnappers!” Cui Geng was speechless.

What do you mean you’ll thank the kidnappers?!

Is that the kind of impression you have of me? Would kidnapping me be the only way to make me work hard to update my novels?

Am I that kind of person?

Eh? It does seem like it.

Ah, nevermi