A reader called “Baby Voice” said: “They say beautiful women lack talent, and talented women lack looks. I wonder if Chu Yue will surprise us this time?”
Chu Yue was speechless and laughed, staring at the computer screen, unsure how to respond. She sent a sweating emoji, “Baby Voice, your curiosity almost made me back out, haha!”
Some people in the group laughed.
Chu Yue also laughed: “How should I put it? I’m someone with a bit of talent but no great looks. Walking on the street, I neither turn heads nor affect the city’s appearance! I hope everyone is mentally prepared.”
The group burst into laughter. Someone shouted: “Shen Chuyue, I love you!” Many people echoed. The group owner “Love Fool” intervened: “Everyone, save your admiration for the weekend when we meet in person. Now, let’s plan the activity details…”
Chu Yue stopped talking, just watching them enthusiastically discuss the plan, a subtle smile appearing on her lips. Having such a group of loyal and passionate readers made her feel warm and touched!
“Love Fool’s” profile picture flickered in her friend list, and Chu Yue quickly opened it: “You won’t stand us up, right? Our comrades are full of passion and enthusiasm!”
Chu Yue couldn’t help but laugh. “Love Fool” was a girl named Du Moli, two years younger than her, a white-collar worker in a high-end office building who loved Chu Yue’s novels and created this group. Chu Yue had many reader groups, but she preferred this one because they discussed her works more deeply, offering fair evaluations of the strengths and weaknesses without blind worship, providing her with insights.
Du Moli had sent Chu Yue her photo – a girl with big eyes and a pointed chin, not stunningly beautiful but charming, especially her eyes.
The weekend was a beautiful day, with temperatures around twenty-five degrees, neither cold nor hot, clear skies and gentle autumn breezes.
