Asked You To Write A Book, Not To Confess Your Criminal Record!
/ Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record! Chapter 266
Chapter 266: Chapter 193: Stop Always Thinking About Torturing Me! (Please Subscribe)
But the internet is so vast!
Trying to fish out the detailed data of an undisclosed secret “new-type drugs” from the vast internet is almost like a wild goose chase!
A whole day passed.
From dawn till dusk, Xia Qingqing's originally clear eyes now carried a hint of murkiness.
Her computer screen was crowded with different link windows.
Without exception, not a single clue was found.
Investigating the “detailed data of new-type drugs” was like searching for a needle in a haystack!
Difficult!
“Sigh…”
Xia Qingqing let out a light sigh.
At that moment, a delicate face appeared in her mind, and she thought to herself, maybe he could do it.
Ever since Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady got together, Xia Qingqing had been very self-aware and seldom contacted Lin Chuan.
However, not contacting him gave rise to some ethereal thoughts, making her somewhat irritable, like she was experiencing PMS, inexplicably vexed and perturbed.
All she could do was throw herself into her work.
By this time, her daytime colleagues had already left, and those on the night shift had arrived.
Xia Qingqing had yet to leave her seat.
Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled its golden light, painting the city in a warm shade of light yellow, and the evening clouds floating on the horizon looked like a thin layer of golden gauze.
The soft yellow afterlight shone on Xia Qingqing's face, her gaze still focused on the computer screen.
'Ring ring ring—'
At that moment, her phone began to ring.
Shen Qianqian called.
“Qianqian, what's up?” Xia Qingqing picked up the phone with one hand, pressed the answer button, and rubbed her dry eyes with the other.
“Qingqing, do you have plans for tonight?”
From the phone came Shen Qianqian's soft voice.
“Not really.” Xia Qingqing pursed her lips and responded.
Most of her evenings these days were spent reading novels, scrolling through videos, and occasionally playing games for entertainment.
“Are you coming for the five-person team gaming tonight?” Shen Qianqian asked.
“Five-person team gaming?”
Xia Qingqing had intended to decline, but then she asked, “Who's going to be there?”
On the phone.
Shen Qianqian laughed, “Qiqi, Old Wang, me, Lin Chuan.”
Xia Qingqing pursed her lips again, thought for a moment, and then said, “Okay, let's game together tonight!”
“Great, I'll come to pick you up at your place,” Shen Qianqian laughed.
“Qianqian, I'm still here at the brigade, come pick me up here,” Xia Qingqing looked around and said.
“It's after six already, your department has to work overtime?” Shen Qianqian asked.
Xia Qingqing shook her head, “Just checking some data, didn't find anything, will continue tomorrow.”
“If you can't find it, have Lin Chuan help you look, he's skilled.”
Shen Qianqian said frankly.
Xia Qingqing was somewhat coy, “I…”
“Qingqing, don't be shy, this is serious business,” Shen Qianqian comforted.
Xia Qingqing smiled faintly and said, “Alright, if I really can't find it, I'll ask Lin Chuan for help.”
“Okay, I'm coming to pick you up now,” Shen Qianqian said cheerily.
“Hmm.”
Xia Qingqing uttered a hum, then her face revealed a rare smile, a sense of relaxation and even faint anticipation.
It seemed she hadn't seen Lin Chuan, Old Wang, Qiqi, and her other gaming friends for a long time.
They were not monstrous floods or fierce beasts, especially Lin Chuan, who was just a bit of a noob at gaming.
It would be good to see them and relax with some gaming.
Before long, Xia Qingqing had changed into casual clothes, freshened up, and sat in the passenger seat of Shen Qianqian's car.
Night fell.
Qingxiu District, Forbidden Summit Esports Internet Cafe.
This was the usual spot, an esports internet cafe owned by Zhang Xinxin's uncle Zhang De and a loyal partner of the 720 Company.
Outside on the streets, the neon lights flickered, displaying the city's splendor.
Inside the internet cafe, the light strips emitted a pale blue glow, the clacking of mechanical keyboards was incessant, and Jay Chou's “Orange Jasmin” played softly.
'The sparrows outside the window chatter on the electric wires'
'You said this sentence feels very summery'
The night in August was still warm.
Lin Chuan wore a familiar white T-shirt and casual pants, looking leisurely and at ease; most guys often wore a few sets of clothing on rotation.
Since it was a gaming session with friends tonight, Lin Chuan dressed in whatever was most comfortable.
“Old Lin!”
Just as Lin Chuan reached the private booth's entrance of the internet cafe, a familiar voice called out from behind him.
— Wang Zikai.
That evening, he and Xue Qiqi were the hosts, inviting a few people out for a gaming session.
Lin Chuan turned around and saw Wang Zikai and Xue Qiqi not far behind him, both wearing white printed couple's T-shirts, with Wang Zikai holding two bags of milk tea.
Lin Chuan's smile lifted as he walked straight over and unabashedly took the milk tea, “Which one's mine?”
Wang Zikai retorted, “Old Lin, you're the chairman of a big company, and you're still eyeing my milk tea?”
In the bag, there were five identical cups of pearl milk tea.
Lin Chuan had already grabbed one and started drinking, teasing, “You're a ten thousand subscription web novel writer, why so miserly?”
During the last anti-fraud writing contest.
Wang Zikai's “Inescapable” had soared in subscriptions thanks to Lin Chuan's advice, and recently it had even reached ten thousand subscribers.
Old Wang had stepped into the ranks of authors with ten thousand subscribers.
Old Wang's brows rose slightly, his face showing a touch of smugness, and he immediately started to brag to his brothers, “Ten thousand subscribers, that's just a modest achievement, not worth mentioning.”
Lin Chuan glanced at his sister-in-law Xue Qiqi, then offered his compliments in return.
He gave Old Wang plenty of face.
Old Wang immediately laughed and said, “Old Lin, is a bubble milk tea enough? If not, you can have mine too. Qiqi and I can share one.”
Lin Chuan smiled helplessly.
This guy Old Wang, while showing off, didn't forget to sprinkle some dog food—naughtily brazen!
Tonight, I should also bring a milk tea back for Little Landlady.
At this moment.
Xue Qiqi laughed and said, “Old Wang, your ten thousand subscribers are nothing compared to Lin Chuan. He's got several books with that many!”
After hearing this, Old Wang curled his lips and laughed, “His typing speed and growth rate are so astonishingly fast. Oh right, Old Lin, when is your new book coming out?”
Now, it had been some time since “Touch Gold Notes” ended.
As a good brother, Wang Zikai naturally checked Lin Chuan's author account updates from time to time, to see if he had released a new book and to prepare to plagiarize some inspiration.
But for a long while, he hadn't seen any new book appear under 'Mr. Lin.'
Lin Chuan took a sip of milk tea and chuckled, “I published it overseas a couple of days ago.”
At that.
Both Wang Zikai and Xue Qiqi were taken aback, “Published overseas?”
Lin Chuan nodded and smiled, “Yes, the theme is somewhat sensitive, and it probably wouldn't pass censorship here, so I published it overseas instead.”
“What's the theme?”
Old Wang asked curiously.
“Err, drug lords.” Lin Chuan thought for a moment and decided to give a truthful answer.
Hisss!
Old Wang took in a sharp breath, looked up at Lin Chuan, and gave a thumbs-up, “Criminal! Your business is getting bigger and bigger!”
“That's no joking matter!” Lin Chuan immediately retorted.
“Haha, you dare to write about such a topic, pretty bold.” Old Wang laughed.
Lin Chuan smiled helplessly.
In his heart, he thought, no choice, with my bad luck, the system just gave me this profession.
I had to publish it, even if reluctantly.
“What are you all chatting about?” A sweet and familiar voice reached Lin Chuan's ears.
This voice, naturally, belonged to Shen Qianqian.
Lin Chuan lifted his gaze and looked forward, only to see Shen Qianqian dressed in an off-shoulder casual white knit top, paired with tight stone-washed jeans, her height of 172 centimeters showing off a tall and slender figure. Together with a delicate face as white as a goose egg, she instantly attracted the gaze of everyone in the Internet cafe.
Standing next to her was a girl who was just as attractive.
It was Xia Qingqing.
Xia Qingqing had short hair, clear eyes, brows like fine willows, a high nose bridge, and her features combined to give off an exceptional sense of pure desire. Dressed in a simple floral dress, her long, straight legs were showcased, exuding youthful vitality.
“Indeed, all the good-looking ones have been handed over to the state.”
Xue Qiqi looked at the two of them and teased with a smile.
“Qiqi is making fun of us again.”
Shen and Xia both smiled charmingly, while Xia Qingqing's eyes glanced at Lin Chuan from the corner of her eye.
A smile appeared on Lin Chuan's face, “Qingqing seems to have been quite busy lately.”
Xia Qingqing smiled and said, “That's right, we Cyber Police don't have the leisure that a big web novel writer like you has, to go wherever we want.”
Lin Chuan touched his nose and argued, “I'm busy, too!”
Everyone laughed and then entered the private room.
The few old friends had their first gaming session in this private room, and they were sitting in the same spots as before.
Xia Qingqing sat down next to Lin Chuan and asked with a smile, “Writer Lin, how come you haven't released any novels recently? I'm suffering from book drought here!”
One was a Cyber Police+reader, and the other was a Hacker+web novel writer.
Their conversations inevitably focused on computer technology and novel discussions.
These days.
Xia Qingqing spent her free time reading novels.
And Lin Chuan's novels had long been finished by Xia Qingqing, who had been waiting for a long time without seeing any new releases from Lin Chuan. This was a good chance to ask.
“Published, I released an overseas edition,” Lin Chuan responded while powering up his computer.
“Overseas edition?”
Both police comrades turned their gaze toward Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan's mouth unconsciously twitched, “Two police comrades, what's up, any problem?”
“No problem, just wondering why you didn't publish it domestically?” Xia Qingqing muttered.
“Uh, that's because…”
Lin Chuan gave an awkward smile, looking a bit embarrassed.
“His theme is a bit sensitive; it's not permitted to be published domestically,” Old Wang interjected on Lin Chuan's behalf.
“What's the theme?”
Shen Qianqian looked at Lin Chuan with a sly glint in her eyes.
“Officer Shen, we are about to start gaming tonight; don't always think about interrogating me!” Lin Chuan immediately said.
“Why are you getting worked up?” Shen Qianqian laughed and gave a wink.
Lin Chuan was startled, “Am I getting worked up?”
“You see, you're getting worked up again,” Shen Qianqian said with a light smile, “Alright, I won't tease you anymore. What's the theme of the novel you published overseas? When I have time, I'll look it up.”
Xia Qingqing also looked at Lin Chuan, her face showing a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
She too was eager to see what Lin Chuan had written.
“Well, just to be clear, the two police comrades, although I wrote about a drug lord theme, please don't associate it with my real life,” Lin Chuan stated earnestly.
“Drug lord?”
Xia Qingqing's eyes froze for a moment as she turned to Lin Chuan, “Now I'm even more curious to see it.”
Chapter end
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