Li Yuan glanced at Bai Weixi in the bedroom, and his heart leaped into his throat. A huge explosion is imminent, and it's getting closer with each passing moment, he thought.
"COUGH, COUGH. Your roommates know about me? I just write web novels; it's nothing worth publicizing, so I didn't mention it."
"Senior, you're being too modest. Your *Battle Starry Sky* is famous all over campus now. Who doesn't know about it? Hehe, a few of my roommates even want you to teach them how to write novels. They asked me to ask you about it."
Li Yuan asked curiously, "Hahaha, am I really that famous? Why do you all want to write novels?"
"Senior, you're a Great Writer earning a million yuan a month. Do you know how much our monthly allowance is for us ordinary college students? Only six hundred yuan! Haha, are you surprised?"
