Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Everyone had their own way of interpreting art. This was also the case for writing. An author's work might appear good in some people's eyes, but it might also appear lacking in some other people's eyes.
Xu Chuanchuan had been secretly writing web novels for many years now. While her writing couldn't be considered top tier, it was still satisfactory. Hence, when evaluating her own writing, Xu Chuanchuan could confidently say that it was "not bad."
Hence, when Xu Chuanchuan first heard that Murong Shi wanted her to write something, joy filled her heart. However, she never thought Murong Shi would make such an absurd demand the next moment!
We're not living in the "Cultural Revolution" era, so why must I write praises?
Xu Chuanchuan deeply regretted her confident remark. Inwardly, she very much wanted to say: "I misspoke just now. My penmanship is not okay at all. I used to get the lowest score in class for literature."
Unfortunately, she dared not say such a thing.
Xu Chuanchuan felt that Murong Shi wouldn't have the patience to listen to her nonsense. Murong Shi might even have her write an additional few thousand words out of spite.
Hence, Xu Chuanchuan swallowed her grievances, bit down on her lip, and plucked up the courage to ask, "May I know why I must write this?"
Lightly tapping her finger on her desk, Murong Shi spoke loudly and clearly, "You may not."
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
In reality, Xu Chuanchuan still wanted to ask the following: "Are the others receiving such a punishment as well?"
However, when Xu Chuanchuan met with Murong Shi's unwavering eyes, she shrank back in fear.
She was already having problems saving herself. How could she possibly afford to care about others?
Although Xu Chuanchuan felt wronged by this situation, when she recalled the Weibo post she deleted two days ago, she thought that she deserved this "punishment."
Lowering her head, Xu Chuanchuan muttered, "I understand. Then… If there is nothing else, can I go now?"
Murong Shi nodded.
After receiving Murong Shi's "pardon," Xu Chuanchuan
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