Liu Jia thought about the monthly income of the author of "Battle Starry Sky" he had just looked up, and he was at a loss for words.
"That's low, that's way too low. Yuan must be a multimillionaire, at the very least. Even at a million a month, that's an annual income in the tens of millions. I can't even dream of that kind of money in my lifetime."
Yi Jing's curiosity was piqued. "What's with all the whispering?" he urged. "Hurry up and tell us, what's going on with Yuan?"
Zhou Tianyu finished a game of Cross Fire and paused, looking over at Liu Jia, Xu Ziqiang, and the others. "I'm just trying to play a game. What's all the fuss about?" he grumbled.
Ever since his defeat in the election for freshman class representative, Zhou Tianyu had lost all interest in class affairs, immersing himself daily in video games and chasing girls. In his own words, women brought his body pleasure, while games brought his spirit pleasure.
