Wu Motong lowered her head and pushed open the dormitory door, an envelope of documents in her hand. The door closed behind her.
The five human beings left in the dormitory all looked at her in perfect understanding.
She tossed the envelope onto her desk and shouted:
"Don't tell me to rush a manuscript! Don't tell me to stay up all night! It's ham and eggs every day, and Master Kong beef noodles every day! An Jingchi! I won't listen to you next time!"
Her five roommates carried on with what they were doing and said in unison, "Ignore him next time."
The next day, at the Baduan Publishing House studio.
An Jingchi flipped through Wu Motong's manuscript. Finding his cup of coffee empty, he said without looking up, "Wu Motong, make me a cup of coffee."
Wu Motong obediently picked up the cup and asked with attentive courtesy, "Editor-in-chief, how hot should the water be?"
A loud bang rang out across the studio. From the break room, where someone was searching for instant coffee, came a cold voice:
"Wu Motong, I gave you a whole week, and this is the garbage you turned in?"
Wu Motong's hand shook as she went to make the coffee, and she switched to a tea bag instead. They say tea can cool you down.
A shameless woman chasing her dream of becoming a writer, and a gentle editor-in-chief whose every sharp-tongued remark is barbed.
In a word,
this is the story of how a novelist who initially produced nothing but works that insulted the reader's intelligence, yet thought highly of herself, was trained into a fledgling writer and grew up.
(I wrote this on a whim, so read it however you like. Any information about publishing in this story is entirely fictional, and I hereby make that clear. The story follows Wu Motong, with the roommates' stories interspersed throughout. Also, the story may include scumbags and controversial topics, and the characters may use vulgar language. Some scenes may make readers uncomfortable, so parental supervision may be necessary. My dear concubines, take care before jumping into this pit = =+! Also, the characters' personalities are set in stone, so please don't blame me just because some of them are awful.)
My other works:
How come Wutong's shoes are a bit like the Noda girl in "Symphonic Lover's Dream"...