Cabbage, cabbage, ah

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System.
Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences.
But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy!
Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain...
Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence.
Before he knew it, his works became popular.
Selected reader comments:
“This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!”
“With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.”
“Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)”
Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true!
The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!”
Lin Chuan, “Huh?”
The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?”
Lin Chuan's vision went dark.
Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

At the Anling Riverbank, a small shop glowed under the night sky, its few yellow, gentle lights casting halos on the stone-paved entrance path, complementing the twinkling stars above.


A gentle breeze fluttered the corner of the shop's curtain, also tossing Shen Qianqian's smooth hair into disarray.


Inside the shop, Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian were sitting by the window.


At that moment, Shen Qianqian had changed out of her uniform and into casual clothes, a white chiffon blouse with jeans below, and white canvas shoes on her feet. Her face, tired from days of overtime, was now revitalized, fair and delicate, exquisitely sweet.


Indeed, not working overtime could rejuvenate a person.


Shen Qianqian adjusted the little curl on her forehead and said with a light smile, "Lin Chuan, Qiqi said that Wang Zikai has a fever, so they can't come."


Lin Chuan took a sip of jasmine tea and smiled awkwardly, "Uh, Wang Zikai told me too."


Chapter 47 Anti-fans Arrive