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Han Ruila treated the ordinary exams of junior high school as the college entrance examination,

With the headband of "Invictus" tied around his head, he would spend every day in the study room with his head hanging from the beam and an awl piercing his thigh.

She gave herself an ultimatum — Only success!

Failure was not allowed!

In her previous life, Han Ruila's grades had always been above average. However, in junior high and senior high school,

She had never gotten first place.

She was quite diligent in her studies. Even if she did not attend tuition classes in senior high school, she still obtained good results in the college entrance examination.

However, her father kept nagging her later on,

He said that if she went to tuition classes, she would definitely do better.

Actually, this was all uncertain,

If she did not really want to save the tuition fee so that she could get a good violin for her sister,

She might not be as hardworking in her studies.

Everyone knew that tuition classes in country H were far more useful than classes in school. Han Min-ki knew this, so he used a stick to force Han Ruila to go. Han Ruila also knew this, so she worked hard to learn.

To be able to successfully get into a good university..,

Han Ruila was already very satisfied.

If she had to say what the experience of writing for so many years had shaped her,

Han Ruila would definitely have to say patience.

In order to write..,

She would deliberately download typing software to train her hand speed. During the ideation stage, she would collect a lot of information and then carefully divide the outline of the story,

She could sit in front of the computer from morning to night. Even if she was reading or watching movies, she was silently learning the transition of scenes, plot foreshadowing, and other people's language skills.

Of course, she was willing to persevere because she liked to write,

However, it was impossible to continue writing novels just by liking them.

Han Ruila was not a learning maniac who "Learning makes me happy",

But in order to achieve her goal, she could put in 100 or even 200% of her effort.

On weekends, when Han Ruilin had not woken up yet, she would carry her books and go out,

When Han Ruilin fell asleep, she came back quietly.

When she woke up and found that there was no one in the room, Han Ruilin thought that she had never come back at all,

But her family told her that Han Ruila had gone out again before she woke up.

This was the first time she had seen such a posture,

Han Ruilin was stunned!

Don't talk about her.

Even Han Min-ki and Hong Se-jeong found it unbelievable.

At first, they were surprised by the child's obsession with the phone. However, they thought that Han Ruila would only be hot-headed for a day or two. They did not expect her to persist!

Han Ruilin did not believe that her sister could endure studying for such a long time. She thought that she must have been secretly sleeping in the study room!

Therefore, she secretly followed her sister to take a look. However, after observing for two to three hours, she only saw her sister sitting there reading and writing. Even her posture rarely changed.

After watching for a while, she felt sleepy and slept soundly in the study room. When she returned home, she told her parents that her sister was really studying there.

In fact, Han Min-ki and the others really believed that Han Ruila was determined to work hard, because she even glanced at the words while eating. That serious look was definitely not something that could be faked.

Han Min-ki was touched by his daughter's hard work. He asked his wife to cook something delicious for his daughter and told her not to be impatient with her studies. She had to strike a balance between work and rest.

He turned around and lectured Han Ruilin, saying that she only knew how to play every day and did not learn from her sister.

Hong Se-jeong did not know why he was so agitated. No matter how hard she worked, it was still for the phone. Did he really think that his daughter had a high level of self-awareness?

However, as parents, their hearts were still warm when they saw that their daughter was willing to work hard.

Hong Se-jeong still advised her daughter not to work so hard. The quality of sleep was very important for people of her age.

In fact, Han Ruila did not want to be so tired. However, she had graduated from middle school many years ago and had already returned what she learned to the teacher.

She was not the tenth or third in the school, but the first in the school!

If she did not work hard, wouldn't the matter of the phone be ruined?

Without the phone, how could she write web novels?

Therefore, Han Ruila could only sigh and bury her head in the pile of exercise books and test papers, hoping for a miracle to happen.

Perhaps the high-intensity study caused her to be a little obsessed. Han Ruila dreamed that she fell asleep in the study room. Then, she woke up and continued reading. However, after a while, she woke up from the dream and found that she had fallen asleep in the study room again.

In this way, she kept waking up and reading. She did not know how many times she repeated this, but at a certain moment, she finally understood her situation.

She was lying in the room and had a high fever in the middle of the night.

It was Rui Lin who called her parents. She knew that they were taking her temperature and putting fever patches on her.

In a daze, she even got up to take medicine once. After lying down, she heard her father telling her to rest well and that he would buy her a new phone.

Han Ruila could not help but feel warm in her heart. However, she did not give up on the idea of getting the first place.

There was a saying, "Without destruction, there can be no construction." Han Ruila worked so hard and actually got the first place miraculously!

Her family and even the neighbors were very happy for her. However, Han Ruila was very calm.

No matter what, she had experienced the college entrance examination. It was not difficult for her to understand the knowledge of junior high school.

However, it was not easy to get the first place. She was really reading even in her dreams. Perhaps even the heavens were a little touched by her effort.

In any case, she finally got the promised phone.

Han Ruila did not choose the expensive one. The cheap knockoff phone did not cost much, so Han Min-ki did not feel the pinch at all when he spent the money.

Han Ruila thought very simply. She only needed the function of storing text and opening web pages.

After getting the phone, she could not wait to start writing. There was a notebook in the phone. She did not even need to use the software and just used it directly.

For her first novel, Han Ruila decided to create a big IP.

She had already thought of the content of the story. Now, she was writing without stopping.

Only God knew how long she had endured the feeling of unstoppable inspiration when she was working on the outline for this moment.

She had not touched the keyboard for a long time. Now, she was trembling with excitement. She was really hopeless.

When immersed in the world of online literature, time always passed very quickly. Han Ruila only wrote for an hour. After an hour, she obediently took the initiative to hand over the phone.

This was the promise she made with her grandmother. At most, she would play with it for an hour every day.

Now that there were so many functions to smartphones, her family was naturally afraid that she would be addicted to it.

Actually … The knockoff phone's memory was pitifully small. What could it be used for?

After handing over the phone, Han Ruila hammered the floor in the room.

The feeling of being forced to stop writing while having a high time was too painful!

She felt that she could continue for an entire afternoon!

In the previous hour, she felt that she had already written enough words for a chapter.

In her previous life, she had dealt with smartphones for so many years. Even if she used her feet to type, her speed would not be slow.

Saving a chapter a day, Han Ruila was quite satisfied with this progress.

She planned to save 20 to 30 chapters before publishing it on the website she had registered in her previous life. She would still use the original pen name — Her Complexion Is As White As Snow.

When she came up with the name, she did not think too much. After all, at that time, who knew that she would continue to write?

But when she remembered that she was born in a snowy day, she thought of a pen name related to snow.

She went online to check and found this in the mess of notifications.

Xiyan was a small white flower that bloomed in the evening. Her Complexion Is As White As Snow meant that the color of the Xiyan flower was as white as snow.

Han Ruila felt that this name was not bad, so she used it.

Although she regretted it later, after using it for so many years, she had feelings for it.

Speaking of this name, she could not help but think of her previous life. A large part of the reason why she and her ex-boyfriend got together was because of a novel she had written.

When they met for the first time, her ex-boyfriend told her that he was a fanatic of that novel.

Originally, he had only read the manga adaptation of the novel. Later, because the manga was updated too slowly, he was anxious to know the follow-up, so he read the novel. As a result, he became her fan.

Han Ruila usually acted very stiff when meeting people for the first time, but the other party did not seem to feel anything at all. The natural warmth that emanated from him made Han Ruila feel that it was very magical.

From then on, the two of them began to contact each other frequently. She did not know when they started to have feelings for each other.

If she had to list the reasons why she could not give up that pen name, he would definitely be one of them.

When they met for the first time, he walked behind her and asked tentatively, "Excuse me … are you the author of Her Complexion Is As White As Snow?"

The voice that fell into her ears was warm and gentle. It was like a cello, with a strange attraction. She was pulled to turn her head. In an instant, she met the person's eyes that were as bright as gemstones. She could not help but be stunned.

It was only for a moment, but she felt like she was destined to be in a trance.

*

It was always inconvenient to use a mobile phone to write. The first problem was the problem of losing manuscripts.

After all, counterfeit phones were cheap. Although it was passable when she first got it, all kinds of small problems arose after using it for a long time.

For example, the phone lagged, could not be turned on, could not flash, did not have enough memory, and could not press the buttons properly. Han Ruila could type another one or two hundred words while waiting for the page to load. This made her, who was used to using high-end electronic products, extremely mentally and physically exhausted.

The most painful thing was that the manuscripts that she had worked so hard to save might all be lost when she flashed out.

She was so angry that she wanted to roll on the ground every time!

In the past, because she had the support of powerful coding software, Han Ruila never had to worry about losing manuscripts.

However, after a few "bloody lessons", she learned to be obedient. Every ten seconds, she would click on the save button.

Because the speed was much slower, Han Ruila only managed to save the manuscripts after a month.

Then, on this day, she completed all the registration procedures with a devout attitude like a Christian worshiper. She registered the pen name "Her Complexion Is As White As Snow" on a literature website.

According to the procedures that she had long been familiar with in her previous life, Han Ruila directly applied to publish a new novel. After filling in the title, category, copywriting, and other relevant information, she published three chapters of manuscripts in a row.

After doing all this, her heart settled down as if she had completed an important task.

What followed next was a long wait.

In fact, Han Ruilin wouldn't like a person just because of his appearance. She didn't like him that much.

However, it was hard to say if she would continue to be infatuated. Han Ruila hoped that she would wake up soon, so she told her that Tian Zhengguo had a girlfriend.

Han Ruilin did not believe it at first. Later, she went to ask Tian Zhengguo. Han Ruilin had already informed Tian Zhengguo in advance.

This time, Han Ruilin was like a frosted eggplant. She was depressed for a long time.

She was in a dilemma every day. "Why do you think he's dating at such a young age?"

Han Ruila calmly replied, "Because he's good-looking."

"Huh?

What do you mean? "

"Good-looking people are more likely to fall in love early."

"I'm also good-looking."

"So, aren't there people in your class pursuing you?"

At the mention of this, Han Ruilin felt conflicted again. "Why do you think those who like me are all repulsive?"

"…" How could Han Ruila answer this?

"Why are those who like you so outstanding!"

The more Han Ruilin spoke, the more indignant she became. Han Ruila glanced at her and warned, "Don't let your imagination run wild. If mom and dad find out about these thoughts, you're dead!"

"Augny, do you really not have any thoughts of falling in love early?" Han Ruilin pouted and asked.

"No."

"Why?"

"There's no why."

"You don't want to fall in love?

You don't like anyone who likes you? "

"…" Who could tell her why she had such a noisy younger sister?

"Don't ask anymore. I don't have time to think about these things now."

"Augny, when are you going to fall in love?"

Han Ruila slammed the book on the table. Her patience was completely exhausted.

"Can't you just let me read in peace for a while?!

If you're really bored, you can go and play with that guy with the surname Chen. Doesn't he always call you to ask you out? "

Han Ruilin shook her head repeatedly. "No, he's too ugly."

"Go!

Anyway, it's boring for you to stay at home. "Han Ruila just wanted to get rid of her and return some peace and quiet to herself.

However, Han Ruilin, who clearly liked to play outside, was very determined. "No!!

No matter what, I can't be so unpicky! "

"Can't … choose food when hungry?" Han Ruila was stunned.

Was it that exaggerated?

Han Ruilin tilted her head and looked at her with dissatisfaction. "I can eat things that I don't like, but I can't eat sh * t, right?"