Following the contact information left during the submission, Yang Feng reached out to Lin Yuan that evening: “Hello, are you Chu Kuang? I’m Yang Feng, the review editor for the Silver Blue Library’s Supernova Awards.”

“Hello, yes, I am.”

Lin Yuan answered the call from his dormitory.

Yang Feng chuckled, “Congratulations, after our Supernova review team’s decision, ‘Prince of Tennis’ has been selected as the fifth place winner of this Supernova Awards, which means your work will have the opportunity to be published. I can send you the specific contract via email. Shall we add each other to our contacts first?”

Lin Yuan replied happily, “Sure.”

Although the system had boasted confidently, he wasn’t entirely sure that ‘Prince of Tennis’ would pass the Newcomer Awards. This call reassured him somewhat, indicating that the system was indeed trustworthy.

After hanging up the phone, the two added each other to their contacts.

Yang Feng quickly sent over a contract, which specified that the initial print run for ‘Prince of Tennis’ would be 100,000 copies, priced at 20 yuan per copy, with a royalty rate of 5%, a fairly standard rate for newcomers.

To clarify, royalties are not the conventional taxes that ordinary people understand, but rather the copyright usage fees exercised by publishing companies. It is the monetary benefit collected by the original creator or copyright holder from others who use their intellectual property.

Lin Yuan didn’t feel cheated.

In the physical market of his previous life, newcomers’ first books were typically bought out by publishers, with no share of profits from reprints. Only after accumulating a certain amount of capital would the situation improve, unless a newcomer had connections with a publisher to receive special treatment. So, in this regard, Blue Star was already quite fair.

After reviewing the contract, Lin Yuan agreed to sign it.

He also sent over the next 100,000 words or so of the ‘Prince of Tennis’ storyline to the other party. The publisher would need time to make certain corrections, such as inappropriate sentences or typos.

Lin Yuan understood this well.

Unfortunately, they would hardly have the chance, as the system’s typo correction was the most accurate, with only minor adjustments needed for subjective phrasing.

Upon receiving the manuscript, Yang Feng was not surprised.

Since it was submitted, it was expected to be ready for approval. Having the first volume’s storyline written in advance was quite normal. However, when he intended to chat a bit more with Chu Kuang, he was astonished to find that the other party had already gone offline!

Yang Feng: “…”

In this industry, new authors generally try to please editors. Even some not-so-famous ones would lower their stance to receive special attention from editors. When faced with editors urging for manuscripts, they mostly lock themselves in a small dark room, trembling as they obediently write.

But Chu Kuang was different.

After discussing the contract, he directly went offline, leaving Yang Feng a bit bewildered. He didn’t expect Chu Kuang, a newcomer, to flatter him excessively. In fact, he was quite averse to authors excessively flattering editors.

The problem was, he wanted to have a good conversation with Chu Kuang, as he had high hopes for him. He intended to discuss the market and future creative directions, offering some professional guidance and advice…

Facing the blacked-out avatar, he swallowed his words.

Considering that the other party was still a student and probably lacked social experience, Yang Feng wasn’t angry, just amused. If he wanted to develop in this industry, the kid would eventually learn the editors’ formidable nature.

Lin Yuan wasn’t ignoring Yang Feng; he was preparing to sleep. Although the system extended his lifespan, it didn’t enhance his physical condition. Lin Yuan’s body remained fragile, and the consequences of not sleeping on time were severe.

Lin Yuan was a patient.

His terminal illness might have been effectively treated, but that didn’t mean he was robust. Compared to ordinary people, he was still frail, so the system’s operation was quite in line with medical views.

This was somewhat troubling.

Lin Yuan considered whether to exercise.

However, given his physical condition, even exercising required scientific moderation. His foundation was too weak, and he didn’t want to accidentally harm himself.

“Ding!”

The system seemed to sense Lin Yuan’s troubles and unexpectedly issued a task: “Sensing the host’s desire for health, a special task has been triggered. If the host completes the special task, the system will ensure the host lives healthily until thirty, free from illness.”

[Task Name: Health is the Foundation of Revolution]

[Task Content: Achieve over a million reputation points in both literature and music categories]

[Task Reward: The host can live healthily, free from illness, until thirty]

[Task Note: The standard for health means the host will have a body meticulously conditioned by the system, far surpassing ordinary people. This task will expire before the host turns twenty-seven.]

It seemed this task had a long duration.

The reason for expiring before twenty-seven was that twenty-seven was Lin Yuan’s current lifespan limit. If he hadn’t completed the task by then, Lin Yuan would essentially be bidding farewell to the world.

“I’ll accept.”

Lin Yuan never refused tasks.

After all, even if a task failed, there was no penalty.

Lin Yuan didn’t expect such a special task. Living healthily, free from illness, until thirty meant buying a system-level insurance for himself if he completed the task.

It sounded quite appealing.

However, achieving over a million reputation points in both literature and music wasn’t easy. Judging by the growth rate of his music reputation, it was clear: “I work hard on tasks, you must defeat the illness.”

System: “…”

System: “As long as the host completes the series of tasks issued by the system, the system will defeat the host’s illness. To the system, the host is the system’s master! If the host dies, the system will self-destruct.”

Such loyalty.

Lin Yuan nodded and went to sleep.

His dorm mates, seeing Lin Yuan preparing to sleep, conscientiously turned off the lights. Those on the phone quietly moved to the hallway, while those on the computer put on their headphones, ensuring no noise disturbed Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan slept before nine every day.

While other dorms might be lively after nine, in Lin Yuan’s dorm, there was hardly any noise after nine. His dorm mates knew Lin Yuan’s health wasn’t great, so they always accommodated him.

“Looks like I need to move out.”

His dorm mates were accommodating, but Lin Yuan couldn’t take it for granted.

He wasn’t someone who believed being weak justified everything.

Now that he had money, he could consider renting a place to live.

This would allow his dorm mates to enjoy the typical college life, partying in the dorm late into the night.