Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
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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