In the living room, Lu Yuyao was incessantly apologizing to Jiang Ling, who was busy preparing breakfast.
Jiang Ling felt a bit of a guilty conscience; after all, she was the one who had seen Lu Yuyao changing.
How did it end up with Lu Yuyao apologizing to her?
Lu Yuyao didn’t think that far ahead.
Earlier, because she had just woken up and was suddenly seen naked by Jiang Ling, she felt a wave of shame and instinctively threw the clothes in her hand.
Although she hadn’t been fully conscious while she had the fever, Lu Yuyao still had some memories.
She knew that Jiang Ling had been busy taking care of her since she returned.
To treat her like that first thing in the morning made her feel very uneasy.
That was why she kept apologizing.
“Alright, alright. It’s only right for a maid to take care of her Eldest Young Lady, so there’s no need to apologize. Hurry up and eat so we can get to school.”
Jiang Ling spoke with a trace of helplessness as she placed the prepared sandwiches and warmed milk on the dining table, urging Lu Yuyao to eat.
Seeing that Jiang Ling truly didn’t mind, Lu Yuyao felt a bit better.
However, her face was still flushed red, suggesting she wasn’t entirely indifferent to the fact that she had been seen.
She frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes reflecting a hint of seriousness.
“Jiang Ling, you can’t think like that. No one is ‘supposed’ to take care of anyone. We are good friends; we should take care of each other.”
“…”
Jiang Ling hadn’t expected her to say that so suddenly.
She felt a small wave of emotion in her heart.
As expected, Lu Yuyao was simply a little angel on earth!
“Then how about you wear a maid outfit next time?”
“Never mind then.”
Lu Yuyao was momentarily speechless, rejecting the idea with a sheepish laugh.
Then, she felt a resentful gaze directed at her.
She was very grateful, it was true, but as for the maid outfit… it still looked best on Jiang Ling.
***
Jiang Ling thought that yesterday’s topic had ended on her phone, but as soon as she entered the classroom today, Fang Chenxi’s gaze immediately locked onto her.
In those captivating phoenix eyes, while one couldn’t quite call it resentment, there was a visible trace of dissatisfaction.
Helpless, Jiang Ling had to pretend she didn’t see it.
She strictly followed the method she had summarized—as long as she didn’t respond, it didn’t matter what Fang Chenxi said.
To her surprise, Fang Chenxi only complained a bit, saying things like Jiang Ling didn’t care about their sisterly bond, before dropping the subject.
That suited Jiang Ling perfectly.
“Say, should I also join Ji Qingyan’s club?”
Jiang Ling looked over sideways, her face written with disbelief.
“Why would you go there? To argue with her?”
Fang Chenxi was immediately displeased.
“What do you mean, me arguing with her? She’s clearly the one who starts things, okay? I’m so gentle and understanding; do I look like the type of person with a violent temper?”
Jiang Ling thought about it seriously.
Putting aside the revenge she took on Jiang Ling in the original story, Fang Chenxi really was a beautiful girl who didn’t often resort to violence.
“Yes, yes, you’re not that kind of person. But even so, you wouldn’t win an argument against her if you went. Let’s just not go.”
Jiang Ling smiled and gently patted Fang Chenxi’s head, as if saying, ‘Be good, listen to me, okay?’
Even Jiang Ling herself didn’t realize that such an action was something she never would have dared to do to the heroine before.
“I…”
Having her head patted, Fang Chenxi surprisingly didn’t retort.
Her mind was filled only with the shock of:
‘Jiang Ling just touched me of her own accord—’
Jiang Ling didn’t think that much.
she just felt that she had finally managed to find a ‘master,’ so how could she let Fang Chenxi go over there and ruin things for her?
As for what Fang Chenxi was imagining, she had no idea.
Seeing Fang Chenxi dazed, Jiang Ling assumed she had been convinced.
She felt that Fang Chenxi had become increasingly reasonable lately, so she nodded with satisfaction.
***
During the lunch break, Jiang Ling secretly went to the club classroom.
Ji Qingyan was already sitting inside, drinking tea and waiting for her.
In a sense, today was a fairly important day.
Jiang Ling had saved up enough manuscripts and, with Ji Qingyan’s help, decided to submit them internally to the website’s editors.
There were many editors, and Jiang Ling had initially thought about just picking one at random.
Ji Qingyan stopped her and explained the tricks of the trade.
“I’ve done my homework online. This editor likes delicate writing and a slow pace; this editor mainly likes historical themes; this editor dislikes newcomers and has very harsh requirements, so the acceptance rate is very low…”
Ji Qingyan analyzed the habits of all the editors and the success rate of passing their reviews for Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling listened with wide-eyed astonishment.
She hadn’t realized there were such nuances, so she decided to listen to Ji Qingyan.
Ji Qingyan thought for a moment and picked an editor with an anime girl profile picture.
“Submit it to her. She seems to be a new editor. Your opening’s prose and rhythm are both fine. New editors generally have a high demand for manuscripts, so there’s a high probability you’ll get signed.”
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ling checked the cover and the synopsis before submitting it directly to this new editor.
The next step was to wait for the results.
At this point, Jiang Ling had taken a big step forward.
Jiang Ling stared blankly at the “Submitted” screen, lost in thought.
Ji Qingyan thought she was too nervous and patted her shoulder.
“Don’t worry. I think that for you, getting signed shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Of course. After all, I have the guidance of a literary master and the President of the Literature Research Club. If they don’t sign me, it just proves the editor isn’t good enough.”
Jiang Ling snapped back to reality and joked.
The hand Ji Qingyan had on her shoulder tightened slightly.
Jiang Ling knew she was being shy.
Ji Qingyan seemed to get embarrassed easily; every time Jiang Ling praised her, she would react like this.
It was a very interesting reaction.
Jiang Ling let out a long sigh.
She had been sitting in the club for nearly one hour since classes ended, and her body felt stiff.
Now, Jiang Ling spent some time in the club every day.
She had reported this to Lu Yuyao, saying it was a requirement for club activities.
When Lu Yuyao asked which club she joined, Jiang Ling answered truthfully.
However, Lu Yuyao had said, “Literature Research Society? Why haven’t I heard of it?”
As a result, Lu Yuyao had been very curious about this Literature Research Society Jiang Ling mentioned, saying she would come by to take a look when she had time while visiting other clubs.
Lu Yuyao was still looking around, seemingly not having found a club that caught her eye.
Unfortunately, Jiang Ling didn’t want Lu Yuyao to know about her writing a webnovel; otherwise, inviting Lu Yuyao to come play would have been fine.
Lost in thought, Jiang Ling stood up from her chair and stretched.
Her soft, full chest was prominently displayed right in front of Ji Qingyan.
Ji Qingyan turned her head away.
Jiang Ling was always so careless; it had been the same way in class last time.
“Whoa!”
Jiang Ling turned around without paying attention and suddenly tripped over a table leg.
Under her panicked gaze, her body fell forward uncontrollably.
Ji Qingyan’s beautiful eyes widened.
Seeing Jiang Ling desperately trying to change direction to avoid hitting the table and coming straight for her instead, she instinctively stood up and reached out both hands, trying to catch and stop Jiang Ling.
She failed.
The chair scraped against the floor with a harsh sound as their bodies collided.
With a *thud*, the two of them fell to the ground in an embrace, both letting out a muffled groan.
Jiang Ling was quick-witted enough to cradle the back of Ji Qingyan’s head with her hands to prevent it from hitting the floor, but this resulted in a very awkward position.
Ji Qingyan sat on the floor with her legs apart, bracing herself with both hands, her expression pained—her backside had likely suffered a great deal.
Jiang Ling was sitting in her lap, her legs similarly spread, her hands cradling Ji Qingyan’s head.
It was a logical position for a fall, but to an outsider, it looked more like Jiang Ling was letting Ji Qingyan bury her head in her chest to act spoiled.
One might even imagine that Jiang Ling had actively tackled Ji Qingyan to the ground, just like a passionate young couple.