All afternoon Chu Ge had been in superb form. He posted two chapters of four thousand words each—eight thousand total—and only then did he open the group chat with great anticipation to see whether anyone would praise Long-and-Thick Ge.
Instead, the group was saying: "What even is Big Chu updating? We want the main story."
Chu Ge: "?"
"Where's my Qiuqiu autobiography? Boo hoo, my Qiuqiu..."
Chu Ge: "..."
What even counts as the main story, hey?
Qiu Wuji posted a giggling sticker in the group, then messaged him privately: "So, do you get that NTR feeling?"
Chu Ge went pale with shock: "Holy shit, how do you even know a word like that? I recommend you quit the group."
Qiu Wuji: "With the trash vocabulary you people have, I'd have it all down in a few days. You think I was waiting until now? Don't you dare kick me—I'll make you pay!"
Chu Ge bitterly regretted ever pulling her into the group and making her a moderator: "You never pick up anything good, only all this garbage. I told you to learn how to write, and look what came of it."