Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

After Feng Bujue had seen through these rotten things, he started to employ a correspondingly detached attitude to deal with these pieces of homework. He insisted on writing a sentence of such an effect into his holiday homework of every year.

“Obviously, this year, you will continue to ignore the homework that we have done. You are just forcing us to waste our precious time and ink. This homework that was stapled together disgusts me and makes me feel sad for you. According to my investigative result, either you will completely miss this, or you will just leaf through to see if we have filled up these boring pages. Since that is the case, then I will fill them up with random nonsense. Whenever I come across a math question, the answer will always be 250. Whenever there’s an English question, the answer will be ‘you are a fool’, and so on and so forth. I’m pretty sure you get the message by now.

“If one of these days, you notice these sentences that I’ve written into the homework, it is proof that you have started to seriously mark the holiday homework. When that time arrives, I promise to treat the homework seriously, but I personally believe that day will never arrive, so I must put it down now. I wish all the time that my classmates have wasted to do this homework during the holiday will accumulate to become your time of penance in hell. I hope your soul will understand the pain that you have put us through and reflect on what you have done during that period.”

This was our dear Feng Bujue at nine years old… five years later, when his peers entered the stage of adolescence, he would say in a tone of someone who had been through a lot, “The years of my rebellion are far more invasive, far more impressive than your dumb behavior.”

Whoops, I’ve allowed myself to be led away again. We shall return to events from Brother Jue’s childhood for another time, back to the present.

Honestly, his old editor, Ol’ Chen was a goody two shoes. Previously whenever Brother Jue toed around the deadline, it was Ol’ Chen who helped him bear the punishment.

Even though he often threatened Brother Jue with his life, but the so many times when he was given a lecture at the magazine, he did not complain about them once to Feng Bujue.

Therefore, Feng Bujue failed to understand where Ol’ Chen’s ‘great pressure’ came from. But now that his editor had changed, Brother Jue couldn’t fool around like before anymore. He understood that this Miss An had far more power than Ol’ Chen. If he did not follow her order and gave her difficulty in their first month working together, it would be like seeking career suicide. Considering the girl’s background, the suicide might even end more than his career…

Therefore, at least for this first time, he had to hand in the manuscript on time and ensured the quality so that there won’t be any flaws… Any small mistake could be turned into a bomb fuse.

This afternoon of the 20th, after sending away An Yueqin, Feng Bujue planted himself before the computer, thinking and contemplating. Actually, he could write without inspiration. After all, he was a professional writer. He could do that at the very least. But that would… bring him much pain.

Perhaps the adjective was not that accurate, but it was close enough. For an author who felt responsible toward his work, when one was forced to write, it was painful torture of his creative spirit. If Feng Bujue was a ghostwriter, then he wouldn’t mind it so much. After all, it was not his name on the line. He could have churned out more than 100000 words on just a morning ritual alone. But he was writing his own work. He had to pass his own QC before typing anything.

“Ah…” Feng Bujue stared at the May manuscript for a full half an hour but not one word had been typed for the June’s manuscript. He sighed a long sigh before screaming, “Ah!”

“Aiz, this won’t work. I can’t even force out a feasible plot,” Feng Bujue said. “Hmm… should I go online and play some game to seek inspiration?” But he soon shook his head to veto that idea. “No, no, no… after entering the gaming hub, who knows when I will come out again?” He mumbled, “Since Passing Rain won’t be online these few days, I’ll wait for her to recover before I get back into the game. I’ll use this time to focus on my writing.”

“Hmm…” Feng Bujue held his chin. “But I guess a visit to the forum wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps a distraction of that sort will help.” With that in mind, he moved the mouse and closed the word file, then opened the search engine. He clicked on the bookmarked website. When the forum loaded, the first thing that he saw a big row of letters written in red. “Tournament for the Best, the Drums of War have sounded. Are you ready?”

Underneath it was written in a smaller font, “Thriller Paradise’s Tournament for the Best (Spring 2055) will start soon. Please click here for more details”.

“What is going on? The game has been online for only fifteen days only… What is this fighting stuff?” Feng Bujue could not help but be reminded of the two shorts days of the closed beta. He clicked on the link and the screen soon showed the details of the competition. After reading some parts, Feng Bujeu got it. Dream Inc’s plan was to have a large-scale competition twice a year. Once in May (Spring) and the other in November (Autumn). The competition would be called ‘Tournament for the Best’.

“Since the game is still in the open beta period, this competition will only be opened for one vs one event. All players over level thirty will be qualified to participate. The deadline for entry is on the 23:59 on the 30th of April 2055. Players can complete the application in the login lobby.” Feng Bujue read from the screen. “The system will start arranging the qualifiers at 00:00 on the first of May. Participants can join the competition through queuing up.”

At this point, Brother Jue said to himself, “Hmm… there are two reasons for them to release the news so early. One, to give the players enough time to register and two, to give the players lower than level thirty to boost their levels before the deadline.” He smiled coldly. “Humph… in the next ten days, the sales of double EXP booster will be over the roof.”

He continued to scroll down and what’s next was not more details about the competition, but it listed the reward.

“Players who ranked 51-100 will get a double EXP booster card (applicable for twenty-four hours gaming time) x10, 200000 Game Coins, and a limited-edition T-shirt.”

“Players who ranked 31-50 will get one random excellent quality equipment matching their level x2 and two thousand Skill Points.”

“Players who ranked 11-30 will gain one random perfect quality equipment matching their level (their type can be chosen) x1 and three thousand Skill Points.”

Brother Jue was quite collected when he read at these, but the reward for players ranked 4-10 almost made his eyeballs fall out of their sockets…