Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
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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