"Writing novels is more liberating."
In the office, Wang Jian wore shorts and a T-shirt, typing away.
As the weather in New York stepped into summer, he began to completely let loose.
"Dressing up in suits to attract journalists in Hollywood is utterly dreadful."
Wang Jian muttered to himself while clicking his mouse to enter the comment section, eager to see the evaluations of his readers.
After a few days of updates, the theme of the new novel had gradually begun to reveal itself.
"Ha, Iron Man in a Magic World? Can't wait for the moment the protagonist puts on the armor!"
"No, it's clearly more like Batman! While the priest is chanting, the protagonist should drive the Batmobile and run them over!"
"Don't let the witches drive; they might accidentally kill the protagonist!"
"What have you been through, the person who commented above?"
"Initially, when I heard that the wheels of Fate had begun to turn slowly, it felt quite epic. Gradually, it became a bit awkward.