What To Do If The Heroine Escapes From The Book

Panda could never understand why he not only had to endure the frustration of not receiving updates from the author, but also got beaten up.

Wasn’t there something wrong with this gambling game from the beginning?

However, when he saw Third Brother, who had just hit him, turning to punch the sandbag, Panda began to feel fortunate that the punch on his face had been quite light.

That guy didn’t wear bandages or gloves on his hands. With just one punch, the 50-kilogram plastic sandbag floated high in the air, like a weightless leather bag.

After the punch, he even shouted, “Too light!”

On the other side, Zhong Yi’s face looked as if he had eaten something unpleasant. He assessed himself and realized that he didn’t weigh much more than the sandbag, perhaps just less than twice its weight… If he had taken that punch, would he have also floated like the sandbag?

As the sandbag swung back, it seemed that Third Brother didn’t have much experience. He threw another punch directly, but this time he missed the center point, and the sandbag hit his face with a loud “thud.”

Panda couldn’t help but shudder instinctively when he witnessed it.

Surprisingly, Third Brother took the blow solidly. There seemed to be a faint golden light flickering, but he just covered his nose, rubbed it, and continued grumbling while punching, saying, “It’s a bit light, but I’ll practice with this for now…”

Panda cautiously went back to playing Warcraft. It felt like Third Brother might be even more ferocious than the real Third Brother. He must never offend this person in the future.

Moreover, this person not only practices boxing but also engages in all muscle-building exercises like barbells and other training equipment. After that, he goes to the rooftop to practice stance, focusing on mental training… Wait, why would a muscle-bound man need mental training? Anyway, his diligent exercise attitude puts the entire Black Room to shame.

It’s okay, it’s not like they hadn’t been this diligent before. At first, Wan Zijun was also enthusiastic, but after a few days, everyone relaxed. It’s normal…

Chu Ge also didn’t know how long his enthusiasm would last. So far, it’s similar to the days of practicing at home, except he had to ride the small electric bike here, which was not a big difference.

It’s not that he didn’t train mentally, but after observing for a while, he felt that the mental training methods here are not very useful for him. The multi-tasking technique taught by Qiu Wuji was what truly suited him.

Although the results seem slow, it’s fine as long as it’s effective.

The equipment on the rooftop was good, especially the electric stance platforms. They could move, allowing him to practice footwork on the platforms and dodge underneath them. Zhong Yi said that evasiveness and escape are the first subjects that ability users must study, but Chu Ge was the only one in the entire black room who practiced like this.

“It’s a subject that must be studied, so why don’t you practice?” Chu Ge asked Zhong Yi.

“Because I don’t feel pain.”

“But you can still die.”

“I want to try too. If I don’t dodge one time, will I die?”

Chu Ge had no response.

…………..

The following days became very regular. Chu Ge would come to the Black Room to practice whenever he had spare time after writing, and he would go back to tease Qiu Wuji when there was nothing else to do.

It felt similar to the office workers who had a nine-to-five job and went to the gym in the evening.

When taking a shower, sometimes Chu Ge would feel a bit dazed as he looked at himself in the mirror.

His muscles were starting to show definition… It hasn’t been that long, and exercising shouldn’t produce results this quickly. Is it related to the combination with the Golden Bell Shield technique? Does the cultivation method help optimize the muscles?

The person in the mirror looks handsome and spirited…

Is that really me?

Yes, this is the me after meeting Qiu Wuji.

Qiu Wuji rarely came to the Black Room. Occasionally, she would accompany him, but she would just stand on the side and watch without practicing anything. Most of her time was spent hiding in the room, reading books, watching dramas, participating in group chats, managing book reviews, and researching various recipes for cooking.

Looking at her lazy appearance, leaning on the sofa and watching TV, hugging a pig-shaped pillow, one couldn’t tell at all that she had the early mindset of “I want to understand this world.” She seemed like a lazy and leisurely cat, worn down by a comfortable and relaxed life, lying flat and waiting to be spoiled.

But Chu Ge understood better than anyone else that her true self in the other world was traversing and making a name for herself, with sword stained with blood.

“Is this your way of combining work and leisure?” Chu Ge asked as he came out of the shower, drying his hair.

Qiu Wuji calmly watched the kissing scene between a man and a woman on the TV and lazily said, “It’s half and half. I’m studying how to write a book. Reading books and watching dramas are all for that.”

So, I’m starting to cultivate while she’s starting to write a book? Are we switching roles? Chu Ge found it amusing and smiled, saying, “That’s something. Are you really planning to take over my role and write your own story?”

“Can’t I write a new book on my own? I already understand a lot!” Qiu Wuji said, “I also want to experience the feeling of creating something, and it can make money, right?”

Chu Ge looked at her posture and remained silent for a moment. “Do you know how many writers there are in the world?”

Qiu Wuji casually grabbed her phone and searched, saying, “Maybe a few thousand? I’m quite confident about being exceptional. Even if I’m a novice… Uh??”

The search results boldly displayed: “As of now, the number of online writers in the country has reached over 17.5 million.”

Qiu Wuji: “…”

Chu Ge: “…”

This was similar to when they watched those war dramas. In reality, nobody tore apart anyone, and there aren’t actually that many writers either. But she searched it for herself, it’s not that he was deceiving her…

Chu Ge cleared his throat and leisurely said, “It’s not an exaggeration to say that writing novels is a dead-end. If you want to experience that creative feeling, you can give it a try, but don’t expect to make money right away.”

“But I’m still using your money…” Qiu Wuji said. “I think I’ve almost spent the ten thousand I took from you… Once my identity is settled, I’ll start writing. I have to give it a try.”

Chu Ge’s cheek twitched a couple of times. Almost? Do you have no idea how much money you’ve spent on clothes, shoes, and bags during this time?

Sigh, it’s changing seasons, so there’s nothing I can do…

Chu Ge sat down next to Qiu Wuji and accompanied her as they watched the affectionate interactions between the characters on TV. “Between the two of us, let’s not bring up money…”

Qiu Wuji turned to look at him. “To exist independently in this world, one needs to put in their own effort. You said that yourself.”

“It’s all work. Working for capitalists or working for me, it’s the same.”

“I’ve looked it up. It’s called being a housewife,” Qiu Wuji said with a stern face. “Don’t try to fool me. We’re not at that stage of our relationship.”

Chu Ge lamented, “I’ll go take down Baidu tomorrow.”

Qiu Wuji held the pig-shaped pillow and absentmindedly said, “They said that they can take on missions and make money. Why haven’t they had any these days? This money can be earned.”

“They’ve only had a few missions over the past few years. They usually have their own jobs,” Chu Ge said. “Anyway, if you want to write a book, go ahead. We’ll discuss it once your passion has cooled down.”

Qiu Wuji reached out to pinch his waist. “So you’re cursing me to fail!”

“Hey, hey…” Chu Ge quickly defended himself and grabbed her hand. “I just said ‘if.’ If~”

“You didn’t say ‘if’! Even if you did, it’s still a curse. You…”

The dialogue on the TV came through: “You’re heartless, you’re cruel, you’re unreasonable!”

“Then are you not heartless? Not cruel? Not unreasonable?” Qiu Wuji’s words were cut off halfway, silenced in her throat. She fell silent.

Her hand was still held in his, and both of them seemed to forget about it.

Her hand wasn’t warm in this summer, but rather cool and soft. Holding it was as comfortable as holding a piece of jade. Once they held hands, they didn’t want to let go.

“You even touched my hand,” she suddenly said.

Chu Ge snapped back to reality. “Ah…?”

Qiu Wuji looked at the TV, her gaze drifting. “Teach me how to write a book. I saw your detailed plots, and there are so many tricks…”

Chu Ge’s expression became strange.

So, did their relationship’s buff just gain another layer?