When Qin Feng woke up the next morning and opened Starry Sky Net, he was instantly stunned by the data he saw.

"This data..."

"No way, right?"

Originally, Qin Feng thought that since this book was so famous in his own world, even if the people here didn't like it, the results wouldn't be too bad.

Moreover, most people like to read books at night, so one night should have been enough time.

He had even posted around a hundred thousand words.

But the data before him left Qin Feng bewildered.

Title: Sentimental Swordsman, Ruthless Sword (Uncontracted).

Author: Red-Haired Emperor (One-star).

Category: Wuxia.

Status: Serializing.

Word Count: 101,000

Readers: 1,000.

Popularity: 0.

Collection: 0.

Don't be fooled by these one thousand readers; this was the initial number given by the system, so it was effectively zero.

"The data is this bad?"

Qin Feng could hardly believe it. A masterpiece from his previous life, and not a single person here liked it?

If that was really the case, wouldn't he be finished?

Qin Feng felt a small wave of anxiety.

However, he felt slightly more at ease when he saw the internal message.

【Internal Message: Your work "Sentimental Swordsman, Ruthless Sword" is currently undergoing a security review. Once it passes the review, we will publish it to the platform.】

Qin Feng looked at the detailed mechanism and realized that uploading a new book required a review.

The review duration was generally two working days.

After the review passed and the book reached thirty thousand words, it could undergo a contract review.

Once the contract review passed, a contract could be signed directly.

This way, the subsequent earnings from the novel after it went live would go to the Divine Creator's account.

"Teacher Tang didn't mention this either."

"Damn, that really scared me to death."

"I almost thought I was going to bite the dust."

Qin Feng also breathed a sigh of relief.

But thinking about it, it was normal. Under normal circumstances, no one would create a work on the very first day of their class change.

Qin Feng could be considered the only one.

"At least I didn't become a flop right away."

"There's no use being anxious now; I can only wait for the review to pass and see its subsequent performance."

"However, I still can't stop typing."

No matter what, this was his first book in this world, and Qin Feng decided he had to finish it.

But at this hour, it was almost time to go to school.

After getting up and tidying himself up, Qin Feng headed straight for the school.

By the time he arrived, many classmates were already in the classroom.

"How was your night?"

"How else could it be? I followed the teacher's advice and browsed the charts. After all, having chosen this profession, if I want to change classes again, it'll have to be in six months."

"I also took a look. The books on the charts are truly wonderful; no wonder they have such high popularity."

"I actually wrote some and sent it to the teacher. I wonder what Teacher Tang will say."

"You wrote some too? What a coincidence, I wrote a bit as well."

...Qin Feng was also slightly surprised; he didn't expect that others had actually written something too.

It was just that these people were different from him. He had already uploaded to Starry Sky Net, while they had only sent their drafts to Teacher Tang Ya.

"Qin Feng, did you write anything yesterday?"

A classmate nearby asked.

"Yeah, I tried writing a little bit," Qin Feng replied modestly.

"It's hard, right? I also wrote yesterday, and it was even an imitation, but I just couldn't capture that feeling of the big shots."

"Being a Divine Creator is indeed difficult."

"But I believe that through our studies, we will definitely be able to become true Divine Creators."

"Qin Feng, let's work hard together."

Qin Feng nodded in response, "Okay, let's work hard together."

After the school bell rang, Tang Ya walked into the classroom and began the day's lesson.

Qin Feng discovered one thing: Tang Ya's voice was very pleasant to the ear.

So, during the lesson, Qin Feng's eyes unknowingly closed.

Tang Ya, who was on the podium explaining the basic knowledge of web novel creation, sighed in her heart and didn't wake Qin Feng up.

Everyone is an adult and must take responsibility for their own choices.

However, her impression of Qin Feng grew even worse.

Time passed quickly, and the bell for the end of class rang.

Qin Feng also woke up from his dream and habitually wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

Tang Ya happened to see this scene and frowned slightly.

"Before class ends, I have something to tell everyone."

"Last night, I saw that many people have started creating and sent their work to me."

"I will take a look at these a bit later."

"However, what you need to do now is still browse the charts and learn more."

"Alright, class dismissed."

Hearing this, Qin Feng was the first to rush out of the classroom.

He had slept all day and was now full of energy.

So, taking advantage of this, he went back to type!

In the Divine Creators' office, a group of people were sighing.

"I thought what these people wrote would be bad, but I didn't expect it to be this bad."

"Can these even be called novels? The logic is complete nonsense, and the storytelling is even worse."

"Yours is considered good. Look at this piece of mine, 'Wolf King, Please Love Me Once'. I freaking told you to write a martial arts world, and you freaking wrote a human-beast romance?"

"Is this intended to derive martial arts that can transform? Damn, it's making me so angry."

"Mine isn't much better, 'I Want to Become a Little Princess of Northern Myanmar'. Please kick out the love-brains, okay?"

A group of teachers felt like they were about to explode. After reading so many trashy articles, their blood pressure was soaring, and there was a possibility of sudden death.

Tang Ya walked into the office at this time and went over to a teacher she had a decent relationship with.

"Teacher Zhao, I have some things at home these past few days, so I don't have time to look at the students' drafts."

"So, could I ask you to help me take a look?"

Teacher Zhao nodded, "No problem, leave this small matter to me. Teacher Tang, go ahead and get busy."

After Tang Ya expressed her thanks, she left the office directly.

Teacher Zhao continued to look at the submissions from his own class.

"Holy crap, it's fine that you got a martial arts manual after falling off a mountain, but being able to blow up the Earth with one punch is just too ridiculous."

"What kind of ghostly logic is this? One moment he's kneeling and begging for mercy, and the next second he's eaten by a dog and then reborn?"

Teacher Zhao rubbed his forehead and sighed, "I thought there would be geniuses this year, but it looks like they're basically all useless."

"How are we supposed to provide fresh blood to the country like this?"

A look of worry appeared in Teacher Zhao's eyes, and then he opened Tang Ya's inbox.

There were also a dozen or so creative emails inside.

After clicking on the first one, Teacher Zhao's blood pressure began to soar again.

"Damn, another piece of trash."

"Still trash."

"I can't take it anymore."

Teacher Zhao had a bit of a headache. As expected, the students in Tang Ya's class were basically the hopeless kind.

After finishing another one, Teacher Zhao clicked on the next email.

The sender was Qin Feng, and the novel's name was "Sentimental Swordsman, Ruthless Sword".