Gu Jinmian returned to the reviews section of the fanfiction, and the homepage was filled with negative ratings.
As ‘Entertainment Supreme’ is about to conclude, and the heat is at its peak, He Bujin has gathered more haters, criticized by many die-hard readers. The rational ones are asking for authorization in the reviews section, while the irrational ones are directly flooding it with negative reviews and insults.
“He Bujin said he’s open to fanfiction? Even if it’s explicitly stated in the derivative channels, it’s not good. Are you planning to write free stories?”
“Going to the forum for publicity, riding on the heat of the book, even the author’s name has a strong flavor of a high imitation account. Shameless!”
“Laughing to death, how could someone like Yin Moshu fall for the perverted Gu Jinmian!”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Gu Jinmian hurriedly showed his phone to He Shumo, “It’s been flooded for two days, did you see it?”
He Shumo sighed, “When do I have the time to look?”
He only had so many hours in a day—work, reconstruction efforts, updating two novels, and leaving time for Gu Jinmian.
“It was originally written for you. Let others say whatever they want.” He Shumo rubbed his head. “Don’t look at it, want to sleep?”
“I can’t sleep at all! They’re all cursing you!”
He Shumo: “…”
Approach: he took out his phone, logged into the author’s backstage, edited the fanfiction’s synopsis, clearly stating at the top: [Authorized, the entire work is free].
Gu Jinmian: “…”
The discussions in the reviews and forums paused for a moment, then resumed.
[You said you have authorization, but how did you, a small author who can’t even get 100 views, contact He Bujin? He Bujin doesn’t even check Weibo.]
[Haha, He Bujin doesn’t even look at Weibo, and he’s a bro with only editors. How did this author, who can’t even break 100 views, manage to get authorization so quickly?]
Gu Jinmian glanced at He Shumo again, blinked, and asked him what to do.
He Shumo resignedly picked up his phone again, logged into He Bujin’s author backend, and added to the synopsis of “Entertainment Supreme”: [Peripheral products and fan creations are now authorized].
Gu Jinmian: “…”
[…]
[???]
Readers were left bewildered, not knowing what to say.
The flood of negative reviews in the fanfiction section finally stopped. Comments from readers who loved the novel and casual passersby began to emerge.
[Can you tell us what your relationship with He Bujin is?]
[How did you contact He Bujin?]
[After you edited the synopsis, He Bujin followed suit in less than half an hour. Do you know him? Is he handsome?]
[Why do I feel that your writing style is similar to He Bujin’s, just gentler?]
While the reviews section returned to normal, the forum became even more lively. Most of the discussions revolved around the questions raised in the reviews section.
The diligent readers of the forum were even more sensitive to writing styles, and the discussions became more detailed in that regard.
[Upon closer inspection, the writing style is indeed quite similar, even down to the habit of using commas instead of periods. Writing habits are hard to change.]
[There are many of He Bujin’s common sentence structures in the fanfiction, as well as several terms and idioms he created.]
[It’s normal for fanfiction to follow the original author’s writing habits.]
[Could it be one of He Bujin’s hardcore fans? Reading He Bujin’s novels repeatedly can easily influence someone’s writing. I had the same experience when I repeatedly read novels by my favorite author, and her shadow appeared in my writing. I had to pause for a while.]
[Yes, can it really reach this level of imitation? He Bujin is no longer the unique god in the male frequency.]
[…]
As discussions heated up on the forum, members of the “When will it End” group were both excited and busy.
[Where’s Gu Jinmian? Your favorite pairing, Yin Moshu x You!!!]
[How can this combination be so magically sweet? Could it be He Chumian? Ordinary people wouldn’t think of this CP.]
[I can’t believe it. Is it really him? The author’s name also has ‘mian.’ Did He Bujin force Gu Jinmian everywhere?]
[….]
Gu Jinmian jumped in and said, “Stop guessing. He Chumian is not me.”
Gu Jinmian happily held his phone in the group and teased, “However, this novel is indeed written for me.”
“???”
[Did you really pay to customize a novel?]
Gu Jinmian: “No, it’s free. Ordinary people can’t afford him.”
Gu Jinmian wanted to continue boasting, but his phone was snatched away.
He Shumo asked, “Are you still not sleeping? Aren’t you tired?”
This was indeed a question worth considering.
Gu Jinmian thought for a minute and said, “I’m tired, sour, and exhausted, but I don’t want to sleep. I’ve been playing on my phone for the past few days and want to continue scrolling.”
He Shumo looked at him for a while, then pulled him into his arms. Lowering his head, he kissed him gently, from his forehead, the tip of his nose to his lips. The kisses were tender and slow, the breath warm and soothing, making one feel comfortable enough to close their eyes.
Gu Jinmian blinked, wondering if He Shumo was trying to coax him into sleeping.
This was Gu Jinmian’s first experience like this, and he wanted a bit more.
Thinking about it, in the original story, Yin Moshu initially was an idol who could sing and dance. After trnasmigrating over, he started acting and even skipped events like the Spring Festival Gala, and Gu Jinmian had never heard him sing.
Gu Jinmian grabbed his collar. “He Shumo, sing for me, and I won’t scroll on my phone or stay up late anymore.”
He Shumo’s face showed a hint of embarrassment. “I don’t sing well.”
Gu Jinmian had a hunch about it, but he still found it surprising. “So, there are areas where you’re not good at.”
“I’m not a god.” He Shumo chuckled, finding his surprise amusing yet opening up.
“But I want to hear, and your voice is so pleasant. Your singing would be beautiful.”
He Shumo checked the time, reluctantly put on his headphones, and six minutes later, he took them off. He whistled a tune he learned on the spot—Schubert’s Lullaby—for Gu Jinmian.
At the age of 19, Schubert led a humble life, struggling to make ends meet, often wandering the streets with hunger gnawing at his stomach.
One day, he read a poem about maternal love in the newspaper, deeply moved and unable to contain his emotions. Imagining the image of his mother, he wrote a song and exchanged it with the hotel owner for a meal.
He Shumo’s breath was long, his voice deep and gentle, and the melody was slow and warm. As he exchanged breath, the warm breath brushed against Gu Jinmian’s clean and beautiful eyes, creating a subtle mist.
“Sleep, my dear. All the blessings of happiness in the world, all the warmth, belong to you.”
Gu Jinmian’s eyelashes quivered, and he grabbed onto He Shumo’s collar.
Gu Jinmian’s memories were of his mother no longer being there. He didn’t know what it felt like to be lulled to sleep by his mother singing a lullaby, and most of the time, he was the one soothing his father.
In this moment, he felt a different kind of peace and warmth.
His heart was quiet and soft, and all the noise and turmoil around him seemed to fade away. He only felt the silver white of moonlight, the gentle night, and the He Shumo that others feared was not cold at all.
He Shumo stroked his slender spine, his arms enveloping him.
Gu Jinmian nuzzled against his neck, his soft hair bending under He Shumo’s chin, and his eyelashes gently closed.
It was as if he was truly lying in a cradle, swaying gently. The cradle’s movements were delicate but stable, providing a sense of security rather than unease.
Just like the blurry memories of lying in his mother’s arms on the hard seat of a green train, holding a model airplane as he fell asleep.
The sunlight from the small window of the train swayed gently, creating an entirely gentle scene.
The warm and comforting feeling made his nose tingle.
Before falling asleep, he mumbled something that even he didn’t know. He was close enough to He Shumo’s ear, and He Shumo managed to hear it clearly.
“Being a boyfriend and a mom at the same time.”
He Shumo: “…”
He was speechless, considering waking him up to clarify, but in the end, he chose to embrace him and sleep.
When Gu Jinmian woke up, He Shumo was on the phone outside, talking to someone. Gu Jinmian listened for a moment; it seemed like he was talking to an editor.
When He Shumo came in, Gu Jinmian casually asked, “An Editor? Responsible editor?”
Jinjiang had various editing channels, including Pure Love Editing, Modern Fiction Editing, Derivative Editing, etc. A responsible editor was the one who signed the author into Jinjiang in this channel. In addition to that, there were also copyright editors who dealt with various copyright transactions.
He Shumo replied, “It’s a copyright editor, asking about the film and television rights for ‘Entertainment Supreme.'”
“Hm?” Gu Jinmian immediately perked up his ears.
All of He Bujin’s novels had sold their film and television rights. The previous one even started writing after only releasing a synopsis and sold the rights. However, this one was taking a while to sell.
They sold not only the film and television rights but also the game and animation rights, preserving the entire intellectual property.
Gu Jinmian had been curious about it.
“Say–a company wants to buy the rights to the original and fanfiction together.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
“Do they know about it?”
He Shumo nodded, “The original is adapted into a regular drama, and the fanfiction is adapted into a BL drama. They want me to be the scriptwriter.”
“How did you respond?”
“I refused.”
“Why? Was the money not enough?”
He Shumo looked at him amusingly, “Can’t I buy it myself? I’m also in the entertainment company.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
Yes, it seemed like it was Bai Yuxin handling things and was just for practice.
He Shumo said, “I’ll have Bai Yuxin send someone to negotiate today, buy the IP, and immediately start preparing to shoot the fanfiction movie. We’ll release it on our wedding day, okay?”
Too good.
Joy was already shining brightly in Gu Jinmian’s eyes.
“If I had known, I wouldn’t have let you publish the fanfiction. I have to spend money to buy back the novel.”
“Are you obsessed with money?” He Shumo couldn’t help but tease him, then reassured, “Relax, it won’t cost much.”
Gu Jinmian felt more relieved after this.
“Who will play Yin Moshu? He’s so handsome.” Gu Jinmian opened his arms, sliding down from the top to the bottom, making a large gesture as if they were at a casting scene in the book.
He Shumo’s stern eyebrows curved as he smiled, “It’s your decision.”
Gu Jinmian continued, “Who will play me? I’m so likable.”
This time, He Shumo let him decide. After a few seconds of serious consideration, Gu Jinmian suggested a candidate, “Bai’an?”
He Shumo: “…”
The moment he heard the name, he felt something was off, “Du Bai’an?”
He Shumo nodded, “Bai’an owed Old He a huge debt before. After he passed away, it fell into my hands. I thought he looked decent, so I let him go to the entertainment industry to earn money and repay the debt. I don’t know why, but he’s been in the company for almost a year, and Bai Yuxin even let him debut.”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
He thought He Shumo should know the reason, or else after he transmigrated into the book, Bai Yuxin and Du Bai’an wouldn’t become increasingly strange.
While He Shumo was on the phone with Bai Yuxin, Gu Jinmian quickly checked the situation on the forum.
He didn’t know how the editor found out that the fanfiction was by He Bujin. Was it because posting required real-name authentication, or did the forum dig out some information?
Gu Jinmian took a look and realized it was quite a scene. All four sections were joining forces—not only the reader section and the pigeon section but also the fish section and the rabbit section were all discussing.
Yesterday, in the middle of the night, the users on the forum were discussing whether He Chumian and He Bujin’s writing styles were similar. After extensive discussion, some influential figures in other sections couldn’t stand it anymore. They decided to check He Bujin and He Chumian’s IP addresses, only to discover that these two IP addresses were exactly the same.
Basically, it was confirmed that they were in the same house, possibly even using the same device.
“…”
The entire forum fell into silence, and after the silence came an explosion.
Why did the original author personally write fanfiction? Was it for morality, the lure of money, or emotional deception?
The forum was lively and bustling. At this point, it was already like a lit fuse. Gu Jinmian knew that this wasn’t the most lively moment yet—it was missing a final blow, and it should be arriving soon.
Compared to the excitement on the forum, the group chat was silent.
Only two people brought down Gu Jinmian’s statement from last night:
“？It’s free, you know. Ordinary people can’t afford him.”
“Come on, Gu Jinmian, come out and clarify. Could it be true that He Bujin really wrote a fanfiction for you???”
At this stage, most people already knew that He Chumian was just a pseudonym for He Bujin. Gu Jinmian didn’t hide it from the group members who were reading the novel together.
He slowly replied, “I’ve said before that the author likes Gu Jinmian. You didn’t believe me.”
“…”
The readers fell silent.
Previously, the readers who had been criticizing He Bujin in the group chat were left in disbelief. He Bujin actually liked him, Gu Jinmian? And he even wrote fanfiction for him? Was He Bujin into BDSM?
They couldn’t believe it and stubbornly clung to their shaky beliefs, choosing to remain silent.
Little did they know that reality would deliver a harsh blow to them.
The next day, the web page displayed that both “Entertainment Supreme” and the fanfiction had simultaneously sold the rights for film and television adaptations.
“…”
Who would buy the film and television rights for a fanfiction from an unheard-of author, a work that had just started a few days ago?
This almost confirmed that He Chumian was indeed a pseudonym for He Bujin.
People, holding onto their last shreds of hope, said, “Yes, this fanfiction is a million-dollar contract work. If He Bujin wrote it, wouldn’t it not just be sold for a million?”
On the PC side, there was a column for million-dollar contract works, showcasing recently sold works with million-dollar rights.
He Bujin’s novel adaptations typically started from tens of millions, and even if it were a pseudonymous work, it wouldn’t be sold for just a million.
Someone else chimed in, “Yes, ‘Entertainment Supreme’ is also a million-dollar contract work…”
“…”
The most fantastical event of the year in the Jinjiang Male Frequency was born.
Netizens and readers were scratching their heads, desperate to vent their frustrations. Could someone please tell them what the hell was going on!
