I’m not sure how to say it, but my mood has been on a rollercoaster the whole day. To be exact, this began early in the morning yesterday. After talking with Morning Gorilla Star in the comment section, he included my novel in his reading list. Since he has so many friends, there are many people who follow his reading list. More readers have begun to notice my books. Thanks to those who have included my novel in their reading lists.

  What was going on?

  Zhang Zian had a flicker of interest. This was the second time he saw the term reading list. The first time he saw it was on the Wang Haige Forum. At that time, someone responded to a post and said that it was useless to advertise in the comment section, but it was useful to advertise in reading lists.

  The situation of the novel had gotten better after only two chapters?

  He wasn’t in the mood to read plots he wasn’t interested in. He quickly scrolled to the later parts of the novel. In Chapter 84, he saw that 5,000 readers had put this novel into their libraries, while at Chapter 59, that number was less than 1,000.

  Things had changed tremendously in only 25 chapters.

  That was how it happened then. Reading lists could really turn something bad to good and make more people notice their novel. However, if the authors of novels wanted the creators of reading lists to notice their novels and include them in the reading lists, the authors must advertise their books in reading lists first.

  What exactly was a reading list and why was it so powerful?

  So the person named Morning Gorilla Star was probably a creator of a reading list?

  Zhang Zian’s brain was weakened by extreme drowsiness. He stared at the dark ceiling and thought for a while, but he had no clue in the end. It would be better for him to think about the matter when he woke up in the morning.

  Scared that he would forget about it when he woke up, he added a bookmark to Chapter 59. After that, he put his cell phone under his pillow, closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

  After the light of the mobile phone’s screen went out, the room was once again filled with darkness. The only light source was the dim night light near Famous.

  Zhang Zian had been very careful while reading the books, thinking that he’d better not make any noises to disturb the sleep of the elves. Still, some elves had woken up once and a certain elfin had never slept.

  For a few hours, Pi watched him in the dark. Unlike Galaxy, Fina, Old Time Tea or Snowy Lionet, its eyes did not glow in the dark because it did not have tapetum lucidum behind its retinas. But it also wasn’t as blind as Richard in the dark. No one had noticed its open eyes.

  From the side of the hammock chair, Pi exposed half of its head and saw that the glows of several pairs of eyes appeared and disappeared. Zhang Zian’s brow furrowed and stretched in front of his cell phone screen, and the moonlight quietly changed its angle as time passed.

  It’s time to sleep. Many times, Pi wanted to remind Zhang Zian to go to sleep. You have to get up so early in the morning, and then you need to carry out the heavy cleaning work, apply for loans from the bank, discuss the decoration of the shoe store with the construction team, and deal with all kinds of difficult customers. If you don’t sleep well, you’ll be very sleepy.

  But Pi didn’t tell Zhang Zian this because it couldn’t speak. Since the computer was turned off, it couldn’t type either. But the most important reason that it did not remind Zhang Zian was because it needed to bite on its wrist to stop from crying out loud.

  Why?

  Why not just tell me to give up? Isn’t that simpler?

  There are so many more important things than my novel that you need to attend to. For example, Galaxy is still afraid of human beings, Fina is keeping its thoughts to itself, Old Time Tea is getting old, Snowy Lionet always likes to pull pranks on you, Richard doesn’t want to love anymore, and Famous is still stuck in another world.

  Why did you spend time on my novel that is bound to fail?

  Why…did you spend time on me?

  Pi’s canine teeth had already left four deep teeth marks on its arm. It pulled back its head and pulled up the blanket to cover itself, crouching in the chair like a baby in the arms of its mother.

  As the chair slightly squeaked, several pairs of eyes opened and glowed. Then, the glows went out as the cat elves closed their eyes.

  The dead of night.