Chapter 54: Artificial Beauty

Sister Lin Xuan returned home just before the new year.

The moment she arrived, she fixed a penetrating gaze on Lin Yuan. "On my way home, the little girl next to me hummed for half an hour, singing about purple ones, green ones, blue ones..."

"So what?" Lin Yuan was a bit puzzled.

Lin Xuan chuckled and reached out her hand. "Your sister endured your songs all the way home. I think I deserve some compensation for the mental distress."

"Then I'll send a red envelope."

Lin Yuan sent ten thousand yuan in the family group chat, consisting of Lin Yuan, Mom, Lin Yao, and Lin Xuan. He distributed the money directly to the four members.

Two seconds.

Red envelopes were claimed.

But when Lin Xuan saw the result, her face turned dark. "A ten thousand yuan red envelope split among four people, and the luck queen Yao Yao grabbed six thousand?"

She hugged Lin Yao, absorbing the good luck.

Lin Yuan thought for a moment, then pinched Lin Yao's face and hurriedly sneaked back to his room.

"What is he doing?"

Lin Xuan and Lin Yao looked at each other.

Although they had enough understanding and trust in Lin Yuan, his behavior of touching his sister's face and immediately running back to his room felt a bit strange.

"System, quickly open a treasure chest!"

Lin Yuan shouted in his heart as soon as he returned to his room. He had just touched Lin Yao's face, and his luck probably hadn't dissipated.

The treasure chest opened.

System prompt: [Congratulations, you have obtained five short stories.]

"Five short stories?"

Lin Yuan instantly felt lucky.

Although they were short, Lin Yuan liked short stories! The system required him to write by himself, so he didn't want to write long pieces. Moreover, short stories had the advantage that readers wouldn't have to invest much time, making it possible to earn a reputation more quickly.

"How should I publish them?"

This was the question Lin Yuan contemplated next.

At this moment, Lin Yuan suddenly remembered that on tribe's platform, it was possible to publish some articles. Yang Feng had helped authenticate his tribe's account before.

It was simple. He could use Chu Kuang's account to publish these short stories.

Let's start with "Artificial Beauty," just a few thousand words.

Introduce it a bit.

This work, titled "Artificial Beauty," couldn't be considered a short story; it was more like a micro-novel. The author was Xin Xingyi.

Xin Xingyi.

Japan, recognized as a hub for contemporary science fiction literature and considered the pioneer of short stories, is acclaimed for its ingenious conceptualization.

It's noteworthy that the renowned detective, Kudo Shinichi, draws inspiration from this literary tradition.

Opening his computer, Lin Yuan logged into tribe.

The so-called tribe is not much different from the Weibo and Facebook of the previous world.

If there's something different, it's that the novel section of tribe is quite popular.

Many people like to post short stories on tribe—

Basically, no one writes long stories on tribe.

Lin Yuan's tribe account is called "Chu Kuang," officially introduced as the author of "Tennis Prince."

After logging in, Lin Yuan realized that his tribe account, which had never posted any updates and had no promotion, surprisingly had over ten thousand followers.

There is a lot of information in the background, all sent by fans.

However, the majority of the questions are related to the plot of "Tennis Prince" or expressions of admiration for Chu Kuang.

Lin Yuan did not reply.

He directly opened the novel section and began writing "Artificial Beauty."

[This is an extremely cleverly crafted robotic lady— it can be said that no matter how charming and beautiful other women are, they can't compare to this artificially created modern lady. Due to absorbing all the strengths of beautiful women, this robotic lady has become a perfect fairy. However, she always puts on airs and often ignores others. But this is reasonable. You should know that many beautiful girls look down on others and are very proud.]

Writing up to this point.

Lin Yuan asked, "System, didn't you say you were going to improve my typing speed?"

The system responded, "Yes."

Lin Yuan asked, "Is there any improvement?"

The system said, "The professional-level piano you acquired is a kind of indirect improvement to your typing speed. Moreover, the most important thing is..."

"What is it?"

"You're single."

"What's wrong with being single?"

"..."

It seems that people who don't tell jokes often don't understand jokes.

However, Lin Yuan didn't bother with the system anymore. He typed away on his laptop's keyboard: ​​[...In the fierce business competition, there is a bar on the brink of bankruptcy. To attract customers, the owner has spent money to create this charming robotic lady.]

Fifteen minutes later.

Lin Yuan pressed the enter key.

He was amazed to discover that he had finished "Artificial Beauty" in less than twenty minutes.

This novel has nearly three thousand characters!

It seems his typing speed is truly beyond the reach of ordinary people. Moreover, Lin Yuan's greatest advantage in writing lies in not having to contemplate the plot.

You see, the difficulty for authors in typing quickly often lies not in their typing speed but in their mental speed.

Many times, the brain's processing speed can't keep up with the plot, resulting in slow writing.

If one doesn't need to think about the plot, even an author with clumsy hands can write ten thousand characters in a day.

Lin Yuan is, of course, not clumsy, and he doesn't need to ponder the plot, which is why he can write so fast.

After finishing, Lin Yuan didn't think too much; he directly published it on tribe's novel section.

Right at this moment, his mom's voice came from outside the door: "Dinner's ready!"

Soon, the whole family sat down to eat together. The meal was sumptuous, with five dishes prepared by his mom after a lot of hard work.

But there was no need to worry about not finishing the food because Lin Xuan had returned.

Although Lin Xuan had a slim figure, she could eat a lot. Perhaps that's why she always had a bit of baby fat on her face that never seemed to go away.

While eating, Lin Xuan boasted to her younger sister: "I now know many famous novelists. Just mention any writer's name, and I might know them!"

"Chu Kuang."

The younger sister responded.

Lin Xuan coughed: "Chu Kuang, of course, I know him... we had dinner together some time ago... but we're not from the same company, so we're not very familiar..."

Has Chu Kuang's identity been exposed?

Lin Yuan looked at his sister with some confusion.

His sister didn't notice Lin Yuan's puzzled look and awkwardly changed the topic, asking her younger sister, "Do you also read 'Tennis Prince'?"

"My classmate reads it," Lin Yao said. "I need to study and don't have time for novels."

Seems like it hasn't been exposed.

Lin Yuan felt somewhat relieved.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan's novel had already passed tribe's official review. Every tribe user following the Chu Kuang account received a notification: "Chu Kuang has published a short story."