The disrespectful Father God, who had disrespected his master and fans, spent a miserable night with a durian rolling on his belly.
He meditated with a durian on his belly, and even slept with a durian rolling around on his stomach.
However, Chu Ge seemed to have gotten used to it, and didn't feel anything, sleeping soundly as usual.
Before falling asleep, he tried to eavesdrop on the sounds next door, and heard Qiu Wuji sneaking out of the room to go to the bathroom, followed by the sound of dripping water.
A smile curved Chu Ge's lips again.
This feels so good.
Actually, it wasn't until his belly started rolling with durian again that Chu Ge suddenly realized that everyone's topic of conversation today seemed to be missing something quite important…
When Zhang Qiren was assassinated, he instinctively blocked the attack. Shouldn't that be the focus of the discussion?
What kind of ability did the assassin have? What level of skill did he achieve by blocking the attack? And guessing what Zhang Qiren's abilities were, etc… etc…
It all seemed unimportant now, less important than teasing her a couple of times.
Yeah, it really doesn't matter. Qiu Wuji, who secretly searched the soul of the wall-walker and even tried to ditch him to go solo, just to investigate this world's supernatural abilities, is now saying, "If you cause us any trouble, I won't consider you a brother."
Living a good life seems more important than all that.
Chu Ge listened to the sounds from the bathroom and fell asleep with a durian prick on his head.
In his dream, he seemed to see Qiu Wuji, who appeared at his bedside with a shy smile, and leaned down to kiss him: "Goodnight, husband."
Chu Ge hugged him tightly and kissed him forcefully.
Indescribable.
Then he was woken up by a durian prick in a certain area.
Chu Ge, eyes bulging, curled up, clutching his testicles.
"This Golden Bell Shield isn't fully developed yet..."
"Huh? You seem a bit listless today." The next morning, Qiu Wuji brushed his teeth, glancing at Chu Ge on the treadmill: "Didn't sleep well last night?"
Chu Ge huffed and puffed as he ran: "No, I slept well, slept well."
Qiu Wuji, his mouth full of toothpaste, brushed his teeth in and out, looking him up and down suspiciously, but couldn't discern anything.
Finally, he snorted and went back to the bathroom.
When he finished brushing his teeth and placed the toothbrush cup on the sink, Qiu Wuji's eyes were a little dazed.
The toothbrush cups were exactly the same as his, one with a male and one with a female character design, one blue and one pink.
The toothbrushes were identical, as were the towels.
Yueying said, "You two are a couple," Zhang Qiren said, "Sister-in-law."
His reflection in the mirror showed a flushed face.
What do these mortals know! Who said this makes them a couple?
This is called sharing the same room and board in a sect; everyone uses the same things, it's perfectly normal!
Qiu Wuji snorted again and went out to make breakfast.
Today, fried eggs!
"Dinner's ready."
With a slurp, Chu Ge appeared at the table in an instant, leaving a blur.
Qiu Wuji's eyes showed a hint of surprise: "Your movement technique is... well, just average."
Chu Ge smiled: "I was thinking, what kind of template would those with strength or speed-based abilities have in the sports world? If the number of awakened ability users increases every day, will the world's格局 (structure/pattern) really change, and will traditional ideas become obsolete?"
Qiu Wuji asked: "What's the sports world?"
"...Never mind." Chu Ge sat down to eat.
Upon seeing the fried eggs, Chu Ge's cheeks twitched twice, and his body unconsciously hunched slightly.
"What's wrong with you again?"
"Ah, nothing, nothing." Chu Ge changed the subject: "Are you still balancing durians on your head today?"
Qiu Wuji said, "Do you think I'm torturing you? The training is indeed meaningful. Once you've mastered your balance, you can take this thing away."
"Okay, but I can't type while balancing that thing."
"Why not? You can type sitting upright, which is more stable than walking. You can walk, so why can't you type..."
"Because typing requires absolute quiet and concentration; you can't be disturbed by these things."
Qiu Wuji accepted this explanation, stroking his chin, and said, "It's a bit of a pity. You type for so long. Actually, if you could circulate your Qi while typing, it would be almost like practicing all day long, much better than what you do twice a day."
Chu Ge paused, "Is that possible?"
Qiu Wuji said, "Perhaps you need to multitask... It's not possible for most people, especially if the Qi circulation is slightly off; the consequences are severe. But you can try, because your soul sea is vigorous. If you use special techniques to create this..." "Multitasking should be something you can do." Chu Ge said, "I haven't written about this kind of technique before. Should I add a patch?" Qiu Wuji shook his head: "You have... because multitasking is just a prerequisite for the Soul Splitting Technique."
"For example, are you multitasking right now? Is your main body in seclusion meditating?"
"Yes."
"Idle cultivation, huh?" Chu Ge said with a hint of envy, "I wish I could do that too."
"Don't even think about Soul Splitting; it's impossible in less than several hundred years. Multitasking is something you can try now, but..." "Be careful, stop immediately if you find anything amiss." Chu Ge straightened up and gave a Young Pioneers salute: "Yes, Master." Qiu Wuji tapped his forehead with a finger, transmitting the technique for multitasking, then her beautiful eyes flickered, and she chuckled: "As your fan, it's time to urge you to start writing, Chu Ge." This role-playing was getting more and more interesting, and Chu Ge felt itchy inside. Suddenly, he thought of something and laughed: "Hey, why don't you get a QQ account and become an administrator in my group? Or be my operations manager." Female fans, female assistants, all taken care of.
Knowing other authors, their girlfriends become their operations managers—it's making all the single writers jealous! Who would have thought I'd have that too!
Qiu Wuji hadn't considered his lewd thoughts and was quite interested in the female lead personally acting as the operations manager: "How does this work?"
"It usually involves managing the comment section, organizing monthly ticket events, etc. You've been watching lately, so you should have seen it... Occasionally, it involves contacting the platform, communicating about special events, and making character avatars and character cards, etc..."
"Character cards?"
"Yeah, we didn't have these before, but now we do. Look at the character's Star Value; once it reaches a certain star level, you can make a card, for birthdays..."
"Birthdays..." Qiu Wuji asked hesitantly, "Are the readers celebrating my birthday?"
"Yes, for the characters in the book... Oh, right, for you. Actually, not just our readers, if this is done well, it could be the opening screen for all readers on the platform..." "I saw it's your birthday." Qiu Wuji's beautiful eyes sparkled: "How many Star Points do you want!"
"...We're talking about how to be an operations officer..."
"How many Star Points do you want for your birthday?" Chu Ge chuckled, "It's too early. You don't even have a profile picture yet, so don't think about your birthday yet... If you want to celebrate sooner, then do a good job in operations."
Qiu Wuji asked: "Use my photo as the profile picture?" Chu Ge almost choked: "No... This was also made by the platform's artist. You can follow up, and if you're not satisfied with the drawing, you can change it."
Qiu Wuji was full of energy: "I'll take this job! I can't let them draw me ugly!"
The "Siblings Fighting" group suddenly noticed a new admin had joined. The profile picture was very basic, just a female penguin wearing a flower. It was a profile picture Qiu Wuji planned to draw for her in the future.
She didn't talk much after joining the group, whether because she typed slowly or was very aloof. At the same time, another operations officer joined, with the same ID as her QQ account, an ID that fans of the book would easily choose:
Qiu Wuji.