After transmigrating into the body of a recent graduate who does nothing but eat and wait to die in her rented apartment, she discovers that she's already signed up as a writer on a novel website, but has only 500 words saved up, and 500 in her bank account.
Qiao Lu stays calm. To uphold the ideals of love and dreams, she decides to write a piece of literary trash so earth-shattering it will make her a little money for instant noodles!
The day after she posts it, she gets a scathing review from herself: [What kind of garbage is this? Even a dog wouldn't read it.]
Qiao Lu keeps her cool and gets along peacefully with the person still inhabiting this body. They share one author account, and together they turn into typing machines, posting new chapters day and night!
Later, her editor messages her to say she's reached the limit for secret identities.
Looking at the six author accounts in her dashboard, Qiao Lu thinks things... might still be salvageable!
Original Qiao Lu: Make every ending a tragedy! Nothing makes a better dowry for an author than suffering!
Third Qiao: The courtyard is desolate, lamentations fall silent. Today, let's tell the story of a scumbag.
Fourth Qiao: We cross the clouds in armor, our lofty ambitions fulfilled! Charge!
Fifth Qiao: Ah, the fragrance of romance.
Sixth Qiao: Ah, no to the sour stench of romance. I'm building a career alongside my protagonist.
Seventh Qiao: One, two, three... Knocking on the window in the middle of the night... Someone's outside...
Second Qiao Lu: Thanks for the personal introductions, sisters. Today, I'll give you all matching bowl cuts and show you what I can do.
Reader's Guide:
1. They share one body, and the story is told from Qiao Lu's perspective, but you can consider every personality the protagonist.
2. The
