The Novelist Forced to Become Famous - Chapter 213: Door-to-door Investigation

When I woke up, I was flabbergasted.I was in the world of Naruto, arguably one of the most dangerous place in the world.But I will survive, and reach my dreams neverthelessAlternate universe, be warned.I own nothing#naruto #antihero #genius #system

Big news: Fu Xuechen, the great God of mathematics department, is making friends with the little cutie of the Chinese department.

Her roommate pressed her: “I heard that the great God is chasing you!!!”

Ran Xing with a blank face: “He didn’t chase me!”

Her roommate asked, “What is he looking for you?”

Ran Xing looked at the sleeping God: “Lying on the desk next to me and sleeping.”

Roommate: “…”

Fu Xuechen is a patient with severe insomnia. His dark circles are comparable to those of Gaara. He was prepared for sudden death long before he met Ran Xing.

But after one look, he fell asleep on his desk.

He simply asked for her timetable and slept next to her every day.

Later, Ran Xing rented a house outside. Her roommate asked her for something and rang the bell. But Fu Xuechen, who was only wearing pajamas, opened the door.

The roommate quickly apologized: “Sorry, I went to the wrong place.”

Fu Xuechen said lazily: “You didn’t go wrong. She’s inside!”

Roommate: “…”

She said that the great God did not chase her!!!

- Description from Novelupdates

After crossing the first day, Hu Xiaoxiao beat the Emperor.On the second day of travelling, Hu Xiaoxiao beat up the Imperial Consort.The third day after crossing …“The empress has left the palace!”However, before he could walk out of the city gate, Hu Xiaoxiao was carried back by a man.The extraordinarily handsome emperor was so angry that he laughed sinisterly, “You haven't even given birth to your son yet, where do you want to run to?”

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?