"Move this box to the Captain's quarters."
Before getting down to business with Yoimiya, Beidou waved her hand, signaling the sailors to move the wooden crate to the Captain's quarters.
Two sailors immediately stepped forward. One, with short hair, took the letters, while the other, a bald sailor, picked up the wooden crate and walked toward the Captain's quarters.
"You don't say, this box is actually pretty heavy."
The bald sailor holding the wooden crate struggled to place it in the corner of the Captain's quarters, exhaling a long breath as he spoke.
"Speaking of which, where should we put these two letters?"
The short-haired sailor holding the two letters asked, "Should I go ask the Captain?"
"Ask my ass, do you lack even that much decisiveness?"
The other sailor rolled his eyes at the one holding the letters and spoke.
"Then where do you say we put them?"
"Put them inside the wooden crate. Just tell the Captain when we go out later."
"True enough. These books are to be brought to Miss Fang Qiu anyway; this way we can avoid forgetting them when the time comes."
Saying this, the bald sailor opened the wooden crate.
Upon opening the wooden crate, presumably to prevent damage from bumps, the books inside were wrapped in red cloth.
The bald sailor subconsciously lifted the red cloth. After seeing the books underneath, both of them were stunned for a moment.
The covers of these books were dominated by black and red colors. On the cover of every book, there were twisted faces covered in human blood.
The one in the top left corner had an overall black style. On the cover, a figure wearing a kimono covered in bloodstains held a bloody knife in one hand and a Japanese-style doll with an extremely eerie smile in the other, posed as if stepping out of the book cover.
The style was incomparably treacherous and eerie.
Book Title: Midnight Terror.
The one next to it featured a giant human face that had been stretched to be extremely distorted.
A huge mouth was opened at an extremely exaggerated angle, with countless bloody sharp teeth densely packed within the giant maw, and bright red pus constantly churning in between.
The style was incomparably bloody.
Book Title: Don't Look Down.
The one further to the side showed a woman who had hanged herself in a room. The woman was dressed entirely in red, and her long, straight black hair obscured her features.
The entire composition appeared extremely eerie.
Book Title: Midnight.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, young brother Thoma really has good taste. Just these book covers alone give such a feeling."
Seeing these densely packed, terrifying, and treacherous covers and titles, one of the sailors exclaimed.
"Indeed, I have to say, these book covers are really well drawn. I heard that recently Yae Publishing House has books that combine illustrations with the content. If Miss Fang Qiu could write this type of book, that would be great. With Miss Fang Qiu's ability, she could definitely write top-tier books of this genre!"
The other sailor sighed with emotion.
"Let's note down the names. We'll go to Yae Publishing House tomorrow to buy them."
"No need for that trouble, just take a picture with the Kamera."
"That works too. Just take shots of two layers; don't let the Captain wait too long. Hurry up and shoot."
"Okay."
Saying this, the bald sailor took out a Kamera. After click-click snapping two photos, he covered the books back up with the red cloth, placed the letters inside the wooden crate, closed it, and turned to leave the Captain's quarters.
"Captain, we put the letters together inside the wooden crate."
The bald sailor said.
"Alright, I know."
Beidou nodded. After speaking, she continued discussing fireworks matters with Yoimiya.
Meanwhile, across the sea.
"Mmm~"
After writing for a while, Fang Qiu rose from the Jumpy Dumpty, stretched her waist, and then touched her flat, soft stomach.
So hungry.
As expected, snacks aren't enough to get full.
It just so happens I haven't gone out in a long time. Let's go out.
I'll just go to the place opposite my home to have a good meal and reward myself.
Let's go.
Fang Qiu tidied up her appearance, went out the door, and went straight to the noodle shop across from her rental house.
"Boss, a bowl of beef noodles."
Fang Qiu ordered.
"Alright, Miss, please wait a moment."
The boss said while busying himself.
Fang Qiu sat in the noodle shop, waiting quietly.
Speaking of which.
She didn't know why, but even though it was past mealtime, the restaurants in this vicinity were full of people.
Is business in this area this good?
How about asking Xiangling to open a branch here?
Wanmin Restaurant No. 2.
The boss served the noodles extremely quickly, and soon they were brought to the table.
Fang Qiu happily picked up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of beef and some noodles, and slurped a mouthful.
"Mmm, not bad. The complex texture of the meat and noodles exploding in the mouth—it's the taste of happiness."
Thinking back, when she first transmigrated, she lived with twenty Mora in her pocket. Every time she passed this noodle shop, she would drool.
She was so crave-starved back then.
Now, she could actually afford to eat beef noodles.
Just as she was eating happily, Fang Qiu suddenly noticed that the people sitting around her seemed to be holding books.
Moreover, Fang Qiu sharply discovered that what these people were holding seemed to be her books.
"Tsk, tsk, speaking of which, where have you guys read up to?"
"Saw Brother Lou appear. Truly handsome."
Hearing this, Fang Qiu nodded. Indeed very handsome; she had kept the game settings.
"The couple Tang Xuejian and Jing Tian gives me a really good feeling. I just like this kind of flirtatious banter."
Hearing this, Fang Qiu nodded as well. She had used the plot from the game but smoothed out some of Tang Xuejian's sharper words along the way, strengthening the CP feeling between Tang Xuejian and Jing Tian.
"I also want to become a cultivator like Xu Changqing. So envious. Speaking of which, the nickname Jing Tian gave Xu Changqing is quite fitting. White Tofu, dressed all in white."
"Haha, it's just that the person isn't fragile like tofu as Jing Tian said."
Hearing this, Fang Qiu nodded again.
The character shaping of Xu Changqing was still excellent, and it fit the Liyue people's impression of Adepti quite well.
Cultivating the Dao, punishing evil and promoting good, upright and outspoken.
"Speaking of which, that old thief Fang Qiu... the endings of the first two books were so miserable. What do you guys say, will he play some tricks again in the third book?"
"He dares! If he dares to write a character to death again, I'll go squat at the entrance of the publishing house. As long as he appears, I'll tail him all the way to his home."
"Hiss, brother, what do you want to do? Calm down. That's damn illegal, you know that?"
That's right! Brother, calm down.
Fang Qiu was also panicked; the beef noodles in her hand didn't taste good anymore. Thus, she picked up a bowl of tea, feigning calmness, and continued listening.
"I'm going to sing spring songs outside his house every day, disturbing him so he can't sleep well. Let him feel how I felt—unable to sleep all night after reading Your Lie in April and The Eternal."
Hearing that person's words, Fang Qiu almost spat out her tea.
Spring songs?
Isn't that just meaning lewd songs?
"Brother, you scared me. I thought you were going to do something outrageous. Also, doing that will get you caught by the Millelith too."
"I'm just saying. Although the books Fang Qiu writes are very heart-wrenching, at least the logic is self-consistent, and the endings are sublimated."
"Then if Fang Qiu were right here in this noodle shop, what would you do?"
"I would put a sack over his head."
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