Chapter 030

Thinking of this, Yu Shu’s back straightened a bit.

Right! That’s how it should be! Nothing to be afraid of!

No matter how much Yan Jin liked to tease him, she still had to be reasonable.

He had never dated before, and Yan Jin liked his face so much. Getting kissed by him, Yan Jin had gotten a huge bargain.

And he didn’t even plan to settle scores with Yan Jin over it.

Having psyched himself up, Yu Shu’s back was ramrod straight, like a confident little poplar.

[Are there any micro-expression experts who can analyze what Yu Shu was thinking with his rapidly changing expressions?]

[Although I’m not a micro-expression expert, Yu Shu’s alternating smiling and dejected expressions are clearly the classic look of a young boy experiencing his first crush.]

[We’re all following the same livestream, how did I not know this had anything to do with a boy’s first crush? Don’t be fooled by the comment above, it’s not like that at all. This is clearly Yu Shu’s self-consolation of “life will be over soon” after a massive moment of social death.]

Yu Shu originally thought he had mentally prepared himself sufficiently. However, when he raised his head and saw Yan Jin’s figure not far away, carrying breakfast and walking towards the doctor’s office, he immediately jumped up.

“You’re awake. Here-”

Before Yan Jin could finish speaking, she felt as if a gust of wind had blown past her – Yu Shu had run off.

???

“Doctor, is he still drunk?” Yan Jin asked the old doctor who was drinking tea on the side, perplexed. “Otherwise why would he go running first thing in the morning?”

“He’s not running.” The old doctor sipped his tea. “He’s clearly too shy upon seeing you and fled in a panic.”

Yan Jin pondered for a long while. Just as the livestream audience thought she was thinking about something very serious, she spoke faintly, “Luckily I can hold my liquor, don’t get drunk, and sleep quietly even if I do. Otherwise I’d be the one feeling awkward now.”

[Lord, I’m dying of laughter. I thought Yan Jin was contemplating a serious issue, who knew she was thinking about these things.]

[But really, what Yan Jin said is true. Drinking leads to trouble.]

Yu Shu fled to the bookstore he had been frequenting recently. Before he could catch his breath, the bookstore owner Wen Cai sauntered out from the inner room.

Seeing Yu Shu empty-handed, Wen Cai shook his head regretfully. “Mr. Peach Wine, you rushed to my place first thing in the morning, but not to turn in a manuscript?”

Yu Shu glared. “Didn’t I already turn in 30,000 words this month?”

“Oh my, listen to you.” Wen Cai smiled amiably. “When have readers ever complained about too few update words? Naturally, the more words updated the better.”

Yu Shu firmly refused. “I’ve already submitted this month’s manuscript, absolutely impossible to write more.”

Before transmigrating, he could write 10,000 words a day with the support of a keyboard.

After transmigrating, Yu Shu could only rely on handwriting. His writing speed was much slower than before. Managing to hide his identity and write 30,000 words in a few days under Yan Jin’s nose was already very difficult.

Sneaking around like this, Yan Jin had already started guessing why he always stayed in his room. If he had to write more, his cover would inevitably be blown by the keen-eyed Yan Jin.

Thinking of Yan Jin, the redness that had just faded from Yu Shu’s cheeks surged up again.

Not to mention last night’s awkward incident between him and Yan Jin, just the fact that Yan Jin followed his writing was embarrassing enough for Yu Shu.

When he first found out Yan Jin was his reader, Yu Shu was happy.

But after the initial joy passed, Yu Shu couldn’t help biting his quilt corner for several nights.

The reason was simple – it was too awkward!

Yu Shu had been in the business for many years and knew well how socially disastrous it was for one’s online identity to be exposed in real life. Let alone Yan Jin even followed his writing. If she found out he was Apricot Wine, with Yan Jin’s stubbornness, she would definitely discuss the plot with him face to face.

No, absolutely not!

It was too embarrassing! His toes would definitely dig out a Barbie dream house!

“Mr. Peach Wine, why is your face red?” Wen Cai leisurely flipped through a novel. “Did you think of your sweetheart?”

Wen Cai was fifty this year, a typical woman of the An Kingdom. She had three husbands and four consorts at home, and her oldest granddaughter was already of marriageable age. So Old Madam Wen Cai saw Yu Shu as her junior and teasing him a bit wasn’t overstepping.

Yu Shu also knew Wen Cai saw him as a junior, so his tone was a bit more casual. “Madam Wen, don’t falsely accuse people. I don’t have a sweetheart.”