studiobondurri Chapter 57: 57. Inheriting the family business
Chapter 57: 57. Inheriting the family business
Chapter 57: 57. Inheriting the family business
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Lin Zichen was trying to remember exactly who it was.
“Vroom vroom vroom—”
A familiar roar of an engine sounded, as the Ghost Flame motorcycle that had just sped past somehow came roaring back in the wrong direction.
Sitting on the bike were two people: the one driving had hair dyed in a rainbow of colors, and the one in the back had dyed blond hair.
“Zi Chen, Xiao Shen, is it really you guys?”
The young man with the colorful hair shouted in surprise towards the two of them.
Listening to this familiar voice and looking at the youth’s familiar facial features,
Lin Zichen finally remembered who the other party was.
It was Zhang Kai, a boy who had been in the junior high martial arts team.
Having recognized the other party, Lin Zichen also smiled and said, “Zhang Kai, long time no see.”
“Yeah, long time no see.” Zhang Kai expertly flipped his bangs that covered his eyes out of the way and curiously looked at the two, asking, “What are you guys up to?”
Lin Zichen laughed and said, “Just finished training with her, and now I’m helping her relax her muscles.”
“Just finished training?” Zhang Kai’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You two got into the high school martial arts class?”
Lin Zichen: “That’s right.”
Zhang Kai clicked his tongue and said, “I never expected that Xiao Shen, who was so frail back then, also got into the martial arts class—that’s kind of badass.”
While saying this, he felt a bit bitter inside.
To think that even Shen Qinghan, a girl as gentle and frail as she was, could get into the martial arts class, while he, who had practiced martial arts in the team for three years, did not make it.
Heh, that’s really embarrassing.
As he was self-deprecating internally, the blond-haired young man in the back hurried him, “Cousin, Auntie is waiting for us to come back; stop chatting, let’s go!”
“Alright, leaving now.”
Having said that, Zhang Kai looked towards Lin Zichen, smiled, and said, “Zi Chen, I have things to attend to at home, so I won’t chat any longer. I’m heading off.”
No sooner had he spoken than he twisted the throttle and sped off with the blond-haired young man.
At this moment, his face was full of life’s uncertainties.
Both from the martial arts team, Lin Zichen had a bright future ahead of him after getting into the high school martial arts class.
Mientras tanto él only could show off on the streets with his motorcycle, a pure waste.
How could life have such wide disparities?
It would be one thing if it was just Lin Zichen, but how did even the gentle girl by Lin Zichen’s side get in?
What does this mean?
Every time he thought of Shen Qinghan getting into the martial arts class, Zhang Kai would feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t understand why he couldn’t even match up to a frail girl.
It’s unreasonable!
I have no reason to be worse than a girl!
No, I must change!
If I couldn’t make it into high school, then I’ll join the military!
There’s always a way out for those willing to work hard; the military too could lead to Genetic Fusion or mechanical modification!
Stung by Shen Qinghan’s achievement, Zhang Kai decided to spend a few more days roaming before selling his motorcycle, and then work hard to train his body and find a way to join the military.
Meanwhile.
The minimum update requirement for a novel was 4,000 words per day.
At a rate of 2,000 words per hour, he only needed to spend two hours a day to complete the workload.
Once he got used to it, maybe he could finish 4,000 words in just one hour.
Or even more boldly, turn into a writing machine and churn out 10,000 words in an hour!
He had to believe in the strength of his celestial gifts!
No, he had to believe in his own strength!
In short, writing novels was easier than programming.
Both physically and mentally, it was a more joyful venture.
Of course, this was under the assumption that his writing was good and people wanted to read it, otherwise it would all be for naught.
Once he had the idea.
Lin Zichen immediately went to his parents and shared his intention to write a novel.
Upon hearing this, both were quite surprised.
Among them, Zhang Wanxin asked curiously, “Xiao Chen, what suddenly made you think of writing novels?”
“Studying and training are too exhausting. I want to do something I like to relax during my breaks, and I like writing novels.”
Lin Zichen offered such an excuse.
In reality, he liked reading novels, not writing them.
Writing novels was exhausting, draining both mentally and physically.
Insomnia, anxiety, depression, cervical spine issues, lumbar disc herniation, shoulder periarthritis, tenosynovitis... these are all common occupational diseases for novelists.
Nevertheless, Lin Yansheng and Zhang Wanxin didn’t doubt their son’s words.
The couple thought it made perfect sense for their son to like writing novels given that both parents were authors.
After all, the family of three lived under one roof every day; it was only natural for their son to be influenced over time.
Thinking it over for a moment.
Finally, the couple supported Lin Zichen’s idea to write novels in his spare time to relax.
After all, Lin Zichen was a genius, there was no need to worry that writing novels would affect his studies.
When he saw his parents agree, Lin Zichen asked Zhang Wanxin to set up a writer’s account for him.
He was still underage and couldn’t sign up for an account on his own; he needed to use his parents’ ID to set up a sub-account.
Zhang Wanxin didn’t think much of it and quickly brought her ID for him to register a writer’s account.
During registration, Lin Zichen randomly chose a pseudonym: Zi Chen amidst the Han.
After a moment, the registration was complete.
Zhang Wanxin, out of curiosity, asked, “Son, what genre do you want to write?”
“I will write urban novels, about growing up together with a childhood sweetheart,” replied Lin Zichen, feeling the market for it was promising.
After all, childhood sweethearts were the unattainable fantasy for many, and he believed that writing about this would attract many readers.
Especially the process of growing up together from childhood holds a special nurturing charm for readers.
Most importantly, he actually had a childhood sweetheart, Shen Qinghan, and could incorporate their real-life experiences into the story, offering authenticity and relatability.
Hearing that, Zhang Wanxin couldn’t help but express an aunt’s smile, asking, “Oh my, are you writing about Han Han?”
Lin Zichen smiled and didn’t speak, not denying this.
He planned to turn the tables in his novel, letting Shen Qinghan shine as the genius and giving her a taste of victory.
PS: Begging bowl out, for monthly and recommendation tickets!