On the first night of the semester, the aloof senior across the hall knocks on his door. The power at her place is out, the air conditioner has stopped, and her phone has only two percent battery left.
Lu Ci knows her. Shen Bing, Jiangcheng University's most unapproachable ice queen and the student union's vice president.
Worse, the moment the power comes back on, he catches sight of her phone screen. The novel she's reading is one he wrote.
She's also the book's most devoted reader, going by the username “Chilled Watermelon.” She's followed it for ten months, spent more than anyone else, guessed the plot most accurately, and urged the author to update in the comments every day.
From that day on, Lu Ci's life takes a strange turn.
She gushes to him about the book, her eyes shining, and praises the author's talent. He nods guiltily. “Yeah, it's pretty good.”
She knocks on his door to complain that the author hasn't updated in days. After she leaves, he quietly opens his computer and writes three chapters overnight.
She asks, “Do you think the author would get annoyed if he knew I kept nagging him every day?”
Looking at her messages filling the screen, he says, “No. He might even think it's cute.”
Then one day, she realizes that the heroine in the latest chapter matches her in every way. She's afraid of thunder, adds two eggs to her instant noodles, and bites her lip when she's angry.
She knocks on his door, her eyes brimming with tears. “Lu Ci, tell me the truth. Are you the one who wrote that novel?”
