Peach Blossom Calamity

“I’m not an English major, but I’ll do translation,” Yi Yi casually said a simple English sentence.

It wasn’t that Xia Bing wanted to discourage Yi Yi, “Don’t you remember when you were a junior, and a foreigner tried to chat you up, and you looked so embarrassed?” Although she was an English major, every time she barely passed by relying on her seniors’ guidance and help from her classmates.

“What embarrassment? Mainly, that foreigner’s accent was weird. Besides, it’s been several years now, and my English has improved a bit…” Yi Yi said with a slightly guilty laugh.

Bookstore

The two chatted casually and returned to the private room. Back in the room, Yi Yi realized that Hai Jun had already paid the bill.

Yi Yi felt awkward, “I clearly said I would pay, but you ended up paying.”

Xia Bing also offered to pay, but in the end, Lu Yi Yi said she would pay Hai Jun back after earning money from her part-time job.

After leaving the restaurant, Yi Yi’s group automatically disappeared, leaving Xia Bing and Hai Jun together, encouraging them to go out and have fun.

After they left, Xia Bing smiled, “Were you busy at noon?”

Hai Jun said it was okay, but he had to go to a bookstore at 1:30 in the afternoon to talk with people there and understand the market better.

Xia Bing asked where it was, and when she found out it was a place she knew, she said, “Let’s go and take a look.” Xia Bing checked the time and thought it was about right.

Hai Jun nodded.

Entering the bookstore, Xia Bing casually checked the sales of her previous book and got a sense of the book market.

Hai Jun also came over, “Do you like her book? I think she has a pretty good one, a detective novel. I thought she would continue writing that genre, but she wrote a romance novel.” Although the author had only published one detective novel, the logical arrangement seemed good, and the final conclusion was praised for its cleverness.

Seeing Hai Jun’s praise, Xia Bing smiled shyly, “This book is mine.”

“It’s an honor to meet the author. I’m so lucky. Why didn’t you continue writing detective novels?” That book sold well, and he wondered why she stopped.

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