The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 67.1

Lin Luoluo realized the author also had a temper; yesterday, she thought the author wasn’t angry.

On the Qie’e side, the editor Wuchen said, “No way? The other party was so sincere about buying your work for a film adaptation and asking you to be the screenwriter, intentionally raising the copyright price. It doesn’t sound like they look down on your work, does it?”

Shuhe: “Since the work is sold, it’s no longer mine. She can do whatever she wants with it, and I don’t care.”

Editor Wuchen: “They’re all your children, and you don’t even care.”

Shuhe replied with a smiling face emoji.

Editor Wuchen: “Then I’ll reply to her.”

Shuhe typed an “Mhm,” closed the chat interface, and opened the author’s backend again, sighing as she looked at the marked Completion.

Closing the webpage, she stretched and brought up what she had written last night. The more she read it, the more she felt she had written well. Not only were the characters well-established, but they were also especially vivid, and what she had written felt as if it had actually happened in real life.

Shuhe rubbed her chin and murmured, “I can even write things while I’m asleep. Am I the reincarnation of the God of Literature?”

She laughed at herself after saying it.

Having stayed up all night yesterday, Shuhe was too tired. After quickly browsing some online information, she climbed into bed to rest.

Lin Luoluo watched the person sleeping soundly in bed before beginning to move.

She brought up the computer documents, scrolling line by line, looking for the yuri short story the author had once written.

Shuhe had many computer documents. As a long-time writer, all her works were saved on her computer’s hard drive.

Lin Luoluo could only click through them one by one.

After searching for a long time, her gaze solidified when she opened one document.

Seeing the familiar name on it, she paused. Looking down and seeing the intersection of time and space, she couldn’t help but smile.

Did Shuhe write their story, or did fate give her a sneak peek?

Lin Luoluo remembered her father’s work transfer, the move, and the letter she found in the mailbox of her new house. She had always remembered it, but she hadn’t expected Qiu to be Zhang Qiu.

She remembered having a pen pal who was an excellent student and very hardworking, but they lost touch after the high school entrance exam.

She had even wanted to sponsor the other person, but was refused.

It seemed everything was predestined.

Shuhe rolled over. In her daze, she saw the computer screen light up. She yawned and murmured, “It’s finished…”

Then there was no need to update, and she fell back asleep.

Lin Luoluo was startled, immediately popping up and directly bouncing into the living room.

The System sneered: [No one can see you right now.]

Lin Luoluo: [Why are you talking so much lately?]

System: […]

Lin Luoluo: [Zhang Qiu’s world is connected to mine, right? Otherwise, why would I have received her letter? And how did Shuhe know my story? The story she hid in her computer is completely my life, but no one knows about these things except my family.]

System: [These are for the host to figure out.]

Lin Luoluo: [I’ll only ask one thing: how do I get back into my body?]

System: [Fulfill the supporting female character’s wish and let everything return to the right track.]

Lin Luoluo frowned. The right track? Is the right track the world in the book, the world in the TV series, or neither of the two?

If she was a living person, then was Zhang Qiu’s world not the world in the book? Perhaps it was another parallel universe that the author merely captured and wrote into the book.

What kind of order was the System trying to maintain?

The order of the book, or the order of the normal world?

Lin Luoluo was very confused.

Why was the supporting female character so insistent on having the author be the screenwriter? She had come to the real world; she could completely make the author change the novel’s ending so the second female lead comes out on top.

Unless she couldn’t do it, that’s why she was taking a roundabout approach.

As she pondered, Lin Luoluo passed through the wall, her gaze fixed on the computer.

This was the only tool she had to communicate with others.

First, she had to make the author believe that the people in the book had come to the real world, and she needed help.

The Unsettling Truth

After Shuhe woke up, she habitually sat down in front of the computer and opened the document.

Her hand reached for the keyboard before she remembered she had already finished the novel and no longer needed to write an update every day. For a moment, she felt a sense of emptiness.

This novel was her first shift from yuri to romance, and she hadn’t expected it to be so popular, nor had she expected herself to break down when writing the ending.

Shuhe thought about the money she was about to receive, shook her head, and stopped thinking about it. She chuckled and opened her yuri account. In less than a day after posting, there were over a hundred likes, urging her to continue and write faster.

Shuhe was energized. She knew it! How could anyone not like a gentle older sister?

She brought up the document and continued writing from yesterday. She was staring at the computer in deep thought, figuring out how to write the sweet parts, when a line of text suddenly appeared on the screen out of nowhere.

[Help me.]

Shuhe was still staring blankly, thinking about how to write the sweet scenes. Her eyes darted over, but she didn’t react immediately.

[The second female lead from your novel has transmigrated to your side. If you don’t do as she says, you might be in danger.]

Shuhe’s eyes widened, and her body jerked backward, almost causing her to fall out of the chair.

“A-A hacker?” She pointed at the computer, scared and about to unplug the power cord.

[Wait, I’m not a hacker!]

Shuhe let out a scream and ran out, “It’s a ghost!”

Lin Luoluo sighed, chasing after Shuhe and floating out.

For now, she could only be active around the author. She didn’t know if this was because her body was possessed, which was why this was happening. The only person she could use was the author. If the author didn’t believe her, Lin Luoluo had no other options.

Shuhe ran out and saw that it wasn’t dark yet.

Didn’t they say ghosts only appear in the middle of the night? Why did she run into one in broad daylight?

Shuhe pitifully hugged herself, reciting, “Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, Victorious Fighting Buddha, Amitabha, Boundless Heavenly Venerable.”

Lin Luoluo was caught between tears and laughter. She floated above Shuhe and sat down, sighing, “Listen to me! She’s in my body. Asking you to be the screenwriter is definitely because only what you write will work. She wants to take the female lead’s position. If you keep refusing like this, she might stop at nothing to achieve her goal.”

Lin Luoluo muttered, lamenting that the author couldn’t hear her.

Seeing Shuhe was so scared she was about to leave the house, Lin Luoluo followed her. She saw Shuhe run to a paper money shop and buy a lot of paper money and ingots. Late at night, she was burning them in an empty space, muttering, “Every injustice has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Your resentment is so great you can manifest in broad daylight, so please don’t bother me anymore. If you need anything, you can deliver a message to this humble person in a dream.”

Lin Luoluo knelt beside Shuhe helplessly. Only after Shuhe finished burning the paper money did she cautiously return home.

When she got back, she didn’t dare to stay in her own bedroom and stayed in the living room instead.

Lin Luoluo felt this wasn’t the way to go. When Shuhe got tired and fell asleep on the sofa, she typed out her experience in a document and saved it on the desktop, hoping Shuhe would see it.

The Crisis Escalates

Shuhe didn’t sleep very well. When she saw the sun the next day, she was almost in tears.

She wondered if the feng shui of this house was bad, but the rent wasn’t due yet. She had agreed with the landlord on a one-year lease, and if she backed out, she might not get her deposit back. Her last book had just finished, and she wouldn’t receive the money until next month. She didn’t have much money on her.

Scratching her head, Shuhe was thinking about continuing to live there. Maybe it was just a hacker invading her computer to mess with her yesterday. She had to believe in science! Break the feudal superstition! There were no ghosts in this world!

After giving herself a pep talk, Shuhe crept back into her room, cheered herself on, and opened the computer, which was in standby mode. She found an extra document on her desktop.

Was this left by the hacker?

Shuhe was about to click on the document when her phone suddenly rang.

Shuhe picked up the phone. It was the landlord. The landlord apologized over the phone, “Sorry, this house has been bought. I’ll return your deposit and the rent for the remaining two months. I need to take the house back.”

“Why so sudden?” Shuhe was stunned.

“They offered a good price, so naturally, I sold it,” the landlord said. “The other party is in a hurry. Please move out within the next two days.”

The matter was sudden. Shuhe was just thinking about continuing to live there when she was suddenly told to move out. How could she find a house so suddenly? Shuhe suppressed her anger and said, “Can you give me some more time? I’ll move out as soon as I find a new place.”

“No.” The landlord’s reply was firm. “I’ll refund your deposit and the remaining rent. You must move out tomorrow! As for how you find a place to live, that’s your problem!”

The call ended. Shuhe was furious but had to force herself to look for a house on an app. As she looked, she couldn’t help but slam the table, “Damn it!”

What was going on?

The landlord’s broken house wasn’t in a good location, and if it could have been sold, it would have been sold a long time ago. Why did someone suddenly take over? It was like someone was deliberately working against her.

No sooner had she thought this than the editor contacted her.

The editor usually contacted her online; they rarely called this urgently.

Wuchen urgently said, “Your film and television copyright is off! And your book has been banned! Your money can’t be withdrawn!”

Shuhe was completely dumbfounded.

“Didn’t you say everything was settled? And why would my book be banned?”

“Someone reported your book to the Cyberspace Administration of China! I’m already contacting the CAC. Don’t worry, I know there’s no illegal content in your book, but unbanning it will be very troublesome; it might take about half a year.”

“Then what about my manuscript fees?”

“The CAC has frozen it, and the website is actively trying to resolve it. The money can only be taken out after the book is unbanned.”

“What about the film and television copyright?”

“The other party said if you’re not the screenwriter, it’s useless for her to buy it. The contract was supposed to be signed today, but now that the terms were settled, the other party refused to sign.”

Shuhe’s vision went black, and she almost fainted.

It truly was raining on a leaky roof; everything was going wrong.

At this moment, the computer screen, which had been black and in standby, suddenly lit up, and the document was opened.

Shuhe’s eyes couldn’t help but look over and see the words on the screen.

She gradually read on.

Scrolling to the last line, words suddenly appeared one by one out of thin air.

[Do you believe me now? She’s taking revenge on you. She will contact you.]

Suddenly, the phone rang again. Shuhe’s mouth dropped open.

How was this possible? People from the book running to the real world? And someone else was trapped next to her?

The phone rang very urgently. Shuhe was still shocked by this unscientific event. The ringtone stopped and rang again.

She swallowed hard, looked at the unfamiliar number displayed, and tremblingly answered, “Hello.”

“I bought your house,” the other party’s tone was arrogant. “There’s nothing I set out to do that I can’t achieve. If you want your money, you’ll obey obediently. You can stay in the house, and your book will also be unbanned soon. My only requirement is for you to adapt the script according to my words.”

Lin Luoluo’s Dilemma

Shuhe glanced at the text that reappeared on the computer.

[Keep her calm, agree to her demands.]

She swallowed and stammered, “O-Okay.”

“Come here to see me.”

The other party hung up after providing an address. Shuhe felt physically exhausted and drenched in sweat, completely unprepared for such a fantastical event happening to her.

She tried her best to calm down and said to the computer, “Just agree to her demands?”

[Yes, I’m sorry.]

Lin Luoluo felt a touch of apology.

Shuhe managed a weak smile.

As an ordinary person, she had never encountered such a thing in her life. However, after the initial fright, an endless curiosity arose in her heart. She pressed on, “Are you really from the novel world? Then, who are you?”

Lin Luoluo thought for a moment and typed: [I’m just an insignificant character you created.]

Shuhe knew the other party didn’t want to say, so she was considerate and didn’t ask. Just as she was about to chat more with Lin Luoluo, a sudden knock on the door made Shuhe realize she had an appointment with the other person from the book world.

She stood up and saw a tall man through the peephole. She opened the door, and the man was very polite: “My lady sent me to pick you up.”

Shuhe didn’t dare to delay; she put on her shoes and left.

It was the same coffee shop as last time. The other party was sitting at the same table and spoke in that same arrogant tone: “Sign this screenwriting contract. It clearly outlines your obligations. I don’t need you to do anything else; you just need to adapt the script according to my requirements.”

Shuhe nervously took the contract. It specified her duties, and there was a clause for liquidated damages. Counting the zeros, Shuhe’s jaw dropped: “This is too high!”

“You don’t want to sign? This clause for liquidated damages is only for your breach of contract. Of course, if I breach the contract, I will pay you ten times the liquidated damages, which is higher than yours.”

Seeing the look of smugness on the other party’s face, Shuhe twitched her lips.

“Are these all my obligations?” Aside from the high liquidated damages, the rest were requirements for the script, essentially a topic-based assignment with a pre-written outline. All Shuhe had to do was write according to the outline provided, which was much easier than the things she used to write.

“Of course, your job is just to write a good script.” The other party tapped the table with a sense of urgency: “Sign it. You won’t have to move, and the copyright fee and manuscript fees will be immediately credited. Isn’t this a very suitable deal?”

Shuhe studied the contract for a long time. After confirming there were no traps, she closed her eyes, grit her teeth, and signed it.

“Pleasure working with you.” The other party took a bank card from her bag and pushed it over: “This is the deposit. I was inconsiderate last time.”

Holding the bank card, Shuhe was still a little dazed.

Just like that?

Lin Luoluo was also a little dazed.

She was contemplating one thing: the other party was using her body, so where did she get so much money? Lin Luoluo clearly remembered that her family was just ordinary; her parents worked, and so did her brother, though her brother was starting a business.

Thinking of this, Lin Luoluo felt very sad.

She hadn’t even had a chance to see her parents since she came back.

Shuhe drank her coffee and left. Lin Luoluo followed a bit slowly. She suddenly realized that her range of activity had increased. Previously, she was limited to a few meters around the author; now, she had a hundred-meter range. That meant the restriction on her might have decreased, suggesting that the way to return to the right track in this world was to follow the path that Sang Jing (the second female lead) spoke of.

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