Online literature?
Actually, Zhou Mo also knew that the boys in the dorm were reading novels online, but he didn’t quite understand, "How do you make money from online novels?"
Zhou Yiyi simply explained the VIP system, and after Zhou Mo understood, he looked at her in surprise, "How did you co up with this?"
"I feel like I have a lot of stories in my head, and I want to write them down. It doesn’t matter if I make money or not, I just want to write."
After understanding her current situation, Zhou Mo said in a very MAN-like manner, "From now on, I’ll cover the food expenses."
Zhou Yiyi hooked his arm and rested her chin on his shoulder, shaking it coquettishly.
"Oh, it’s so nice to have a boyfriend. Even without money, soone will take care of you. Don’t worry, as soon as my scholarship cos in, I’ll pay you back!"
Zhou Yiyi did well last sester and also had the Lanting Award to add value. She was definitely going to get the art departnt’s scholarship. Although she hadn’t made any particular outstanding contributions in the computer departnt, she won quite a few awards in the swimming and calligraphy contests against Beijing University, which could also be counted as extra points. Overall, it should be about the sa as last sester.
As for Zhou Mo, she guessed that he would be even better than last sester, because in the second sester of his sophomore year, he participated in two competitions and successfully passed the re-exams. The finals were coming in the second half of this year. At the departnt’s research etings, his presentations were brilliant. He was now a celebrity in both the physics departnt and the computer departnt. His future was bright!
"Alright, only you could talk so much. When your novel is written, I want to be the first to read it."
Zhou Yiyi: "What’s the problem? Wait until I’m registered."
Maybe it was the pressure from lacking money, but Zhou Yiyi was really proactive this ti and registered herself under the pen na "Yimo". She supported her chin and thought that Zhou Mo would be happy to see this na. It was also an indirect confession from her.
She had already finished her first work, titled "Becoming a Cook in the 1990s", which was based on herself. The whole work had over 800,000 words. She just needed to launch the first 10,000 words and wait for the editor’s review. Then there were the contracting matters to handle, one step at a ti, no rush.
While waiting, she started working on her second piece, "Becoming a Fisherwoman in the Ancient Tis." The na was very typical of that ti, tacky, but eye-catching. Just the word "transmigrate" was enough to pique people’s interest.
As for whether she could make money, she didn’t really care. In the early stages, that’s just how it was. Online literature required the patience to endure loneliness and withstand tests. Without a certain level of perseverance and effort, one simply couldn’t survive in this field.
She chose to debut on a site called "So Point," which had just been acquired by Shengda. Next, they would launch a never-ending stream of literary websites and gas. The peak period for Shengda was approaching.
In fact, by around May or June this year, the pandemic had ended. Basically, Zhou Yiyi didn’t feel its presence at all. Instead, the dicines and protective masks in her "space" made her feel that she had beco overly anxious. Fortunately, these things didn’t spoil, so she could use them gradually.
The first half of the sophomore year was as busy as the first half of the freshman year. Although there wasn’t a month-long military training, running drills beca a habit. It seed like without running a few laps every day, she would be embarrassed to go eat.
After the National Day holiday, the scholarship money ca in. Zhou Yiyi did pretty well and got exactly ten thousand yuan. Zhou Mo was even more impressive, getting up to twenty thousand yuan, and he received twenty thousand.
After getting the money, Zhou Yiyi imdiately paid back Zhou Mo. He didn’t want to take it, but she insisted on giving it. There was no helping it; he took both his and her twenty thousand yuan and deposited it in his bank account, continuing to trade stocks for profit. Without Zhou Yiyi’s guidance, he and Lin Mu were also proficient at operating on their own. Having tasted sweetness, they cherished every penny they had saved even more.
During the one and a half months of sumr vacation, they had earned about five thousand yuan. They paid their tuition fees with these five thousand yuan and only kept two to three thousand yuan in hand for turnover.
Zhou Yiyi was left with about one thousand yuan after paying the tuition fees. This one thousand yuan definitely wouldn’t be enough for the living expenses of the sester, so she cleared a day for Zhou Mo and took her Calligrapher Association certificate to so training institutions to teach classes—three classes a day, six hundred yuan (twenty people per class, two hundred yuan each class). Four days a month could earn her about 2400 yuan. It was indirectly like going out to work and earn money.
This year, in addition to taking the Level 6 English test, she also needed so computer-related certificates. Besides that, there were three calligraphy competitions she had to participate in.
Although Zhou Mo said he would support her, she had her own hands and feet; how could she rely on soone else to provide for her? Besides, he could cover als, but should she also use other people’s money to buy daily necessities? So it was necessary for Zhou Yiyi to go out and make money.
Zhou Mo had a heavy academic workload, so she didn’t let him worry about these matters. After all, compared to her, his two majors were incredibly challenging.
So, she spent the entire first half of her sophomore year in a state of busy activity.
In the blink of an eye, the sester ended, and it was 2005. This sester, Zhou Yiyi made ten thousand yuan just from substitute teaching. After deducting living expenses, she still had five to six thousand yuan left.
This five to six thousand yuan was all her wealth.
But the training institution specially opened an Advanced class for her during the winter break, teaching professional calligraphy teachers, five hundred yuan a day, with twenty people in a large class.
Five hundred yuan a day; ten days before the New Year, and ten days after, making twenty days in total. In less than a month, she made ten thousand yuan, which was much better than her hard-earned money from selling stewed at. Especially since it was all afternoon classes, it didn’t interfere with her morning classes at all, at most just required so running around.
Zhou Yiyi accepted this offer, so naturally, she didn’t need to go ho for the New Year.
Lin Mu had participated in elective competitions last year, and round after round, he surprisingly made it to the top ten. Although he was eliminated in the top five, he gained a lot of exposure. Plus, with the three comrcials he took on last year, it was much easier than struggling for scholarships. Now, the kid had saved up forty to fifty thousand yuan.
Because Mrs. Lin missed him too much, she didn’t let him go out to earn money this year at all. Zhou Mo was busy with his studies. He needed to go into the lab before and after the New Year. This was a special class set by the professors in their departnt, so his schedule was similar to hers. The only difference was Zhou Mo could stay on campus, and she had to stay in her own "space" because it was inconvenient to stay on campus as she also had to go to Professor Guan’s classes.
During the one-week New Year break, Zhou Yiyi still didn’t return ho because the trip alone would take three days. Zhou Mo had to go back since Mrs. Zhou was equally nagging. The New Year’s gifts Zhou Yiyi sent to everyone had already been mailed back, a tradition she kept every year. To the families of her master, the Zhou Family, the Lin Family, and even to her forr teachers, Teacher ng and Mr. Qin, she made sure the gifts were delivered, even if she couldn’t be there in person.
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