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However, her father kept nagging her,

Saying that if she went to a cram school, she would definitely do better.

In fact, it was hard to say. If she didn't really want to save the tuition fee to buy a good violin for her sister, she might not have studied so hard.

Everyone knew that the effect of attending a cram school in country H was far greater than that of attending school,

Han Min-ki knew this, so he used a stick to force Han Ruila to do it. Han Ruila also knew this, so she tried her best to learn.

To be able to successfully enter a good university,

Han Ruila was already very satisfied.

If there was anything that Han Ruila had to say about her years of experience in writing, it would definitely be 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 how to change the scene, lay out the plot, and other people's language skills.

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

But writing couldn't rely on just liking to persevere.

Han Ruila wasn't 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 hadn't woken up yet, she would go out with her books. When Han Ruilin fell asleep, she would come back quietly.

When Han Ruilin woke up and found that there was no one in the room, she thought that she hadn't come back at all. However, her family told her that Han Ruila had gone out again before she woke up.

Han Ruilin was stunned when she saw this for the first time!

Not to mention her,

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

At first, they were surprised by this child's obsession with her phone. However, they thought that Han Ruila would only be hot-headed for a day or two. They didn't expect her to really persevere!

Han Ruilin didn't believe that her sister could endure studying for so long,

She thought that she must be secretly sleeping in in the study room!

So she secretly followed her to take a look,

But after watching her for two to three hours, she saw her sister sitting there with her head buried in her books.

Even his 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 make 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.

She then turned around and lectured Han Ruilin, saying that she only knew how to play every day and didn't learn from her elder sister.

Hong Se-jeong did not know why he was so excited. No matter how hard he worked, he was still working on his phone. Did he really think that his daughter was so smart?

However, their daughter was willing to work hard, and as parents, they felt very comfortable in their hearts.

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, but 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 a phone, how could she write web novels?

So 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, but 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 continued reading. She did not know how many times she repeated it, 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 have a good rest and that he would buy her a phone.

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

There was a saying, "Without destruction, there can be no construction." Han Ruila put in so much effort, and she actually got first place miraculously!

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

No matter what, she had experienced the college entrance examination, so it was not difficult for her to understand the knowledge of middle school.

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

In any case, she finally got the promised phone.

Han Ruila did not choose an expensive one. The cheap counterfeit 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 words and opening web pages.

After getting the phone, she could not wait to start her writing career. 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, and 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, and 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, and 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 the smartphone had so many functions, her family was naturally afraid that she would be addicted to it.

Actually … that counterfeit 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 still write for an afternoon!

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

After dealing with smartphones for so many years in her previous life, even if she used her feet to type, her speed would not be slow.

Han Ruila was quite satisfied with the progress of saving a chapter a day.

She planned to save 20 to 30 chapters before publishing it on the website she 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 wrote.

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

At first, he only read the manga adaptation of the novel. Later, because the manga was too slow, he was anxious to know the follow-up, so he read the novel. In the end, he became her fan.

Han Ruila would usually be very stiff when meeting someone for the first time, but the other party did not seem to feel anything at all. Han Ruila felt that the natural affinity that he exuded was very magical.

Since then, the two of them started 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 eyes of that person 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 phone to write, and the first problem was losing manuscripts.

After all, a counterfeit phone was 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 would lag, not be able to open, not have enough memory, and the buttons would not work properly. The time it took for the page to load was enough for Han Ruila to type another one or two hundred words. This made her, who was used to using high-end electronic products, extremely exhausted.

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

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 did not have to worry about losing manuscripts.

However, after a few "bloody lessons", she learned her lesson. Every ten seconds, she would save her manuscripts.

Because the speed was much slower, Han Ruila only managed to save her 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.

Han Ruila stood in the performing arts department area. Since she stood still, she had been stretching her neck to look around.

The small department had a total of four classes, and each class had about thirty to forty people.

Overall, the range was not large. Han Ruila carefully searched over and over again, ignoring the sneaky glances that were looking at her. Finally, she saw the face that she had been thinking about for a long time in the back row of Class 2.

He was lying on the shoulder of a male student in front of him, looking bored. Suddenly, a girl patted his shoulder, so he turned around to talk to her.

Han Ruila bit her lips and suppressed the surging emotions in her heart. She turned around and continued to stare at the podium.

Although they were not in the same class, they were not far apart.

Class 2 seemed to be on the left side of Class 3. That was the only way to get to the washroom.

Han Ruila nervously clenched her fists and belatedly realized that her palms were sweaty.

The excitement and nervousness that came from regaining what she had lost was like boiling lava in her chest. Han Ruila was both excited and afraid to interact with Kim Dong-hyung.

But more than that, she was secretly excited.

Kim Dong-hyung had always been the one who took the initiative. He said that he fell in love with her at first sight.

Although his words were debatable, Han Ruila could not help but care.

When the two of them met in his previous life, both of them were not young anymore.

Both of them had successful careers and could sense the maturity in each other's hearts, so they were very calm when they were together or when they broke up.

At that time, Han Ruila was considered a rich woman, so she naturally dressed up well. Kim Dong-hyung was also very handsome, so the two of them did not look out of place when they were together.

But now, Han Ruila was just a poor high school student. She could not even afford to buy high-end skincare products and makeup. She did not have a hairstyle, only long black hair that was casually tied into a ponytail. She also wore a black school uniform that could not be found in a crowd. She did not have confidence in herself like this.

Thinking that there might not be any "love at first sight" in this life, Han Ruila felt a little uneasy.

She could not help but turn her head to look at Kim Dong-hyung again. This time, Kim Dong-hyung seemed to have sensed her gaze and turned to look in her direction. Han Ruila was so scared that she quickly turned her head back. Her heart slammed into her chest and fell back to its original place.

When she came back to her senses, she suddenly realized that the feeling of having a crush on someone when she was a student … was it not something that she had always wanted to experience?

After the opening ceremony, all the students returned to their classes. Under the guidance of the teacher, they either did self-study, introduced themselves, ran for class leadership, or listened to the important matters.

Although there was nothing special, there was always a sense of novelty in the air.

"Hey hey," the girl on the right suddenly poked Han Ruila and whispered, "I just heard you say that you are from Pusan?

How do you speak the Pusan dialect?

I heard that the dialect of Gyeongsang is a bit manly. I don't know how it sounds to a girl. "

The girl's eyes were curved. She was obviously a chatterbox.

She had just introduced herself. Her name was Hwang Tsui-i.