Chapter 39 - The Magical Power Of The Coiling Dragon” Continues (2/2)

“Fang Yuan, please excuse me. I can feel an inspiration coming, so I need to shut myself in a quiet room for three days. I’m really sorry to have to leave so soon.”

Stephen King quickly stood up as he said that. Fang Yuan’s words earlier had given him great inspiration.

Fang Yuan smiled and nodded.

Sherry also smiled and said, “Little guy, it seems that you’ve just realized how much of an impact ‘The Coiling Dragon’ has on others.”

Fang Yuan instinctively said, “My little guy’s not that little. I can show it to you if you want to see it yourself.”

Sherry’s face turned red all the way to her neck, which was obvious because of her white skin.

She thought about that day when the two of them were in the same room, sleeping on the same bed.

When she turned around, she inevitably bumped into the wrong place.

‘It did look quite big…ah! What the f*ck am I thinking?!”

Sherry was a little distressed because she was already 30 years old and Fang Yuan was only in his early 20s.

She was the dean and he was her student. Although he was already somewhat famous, he was still a student.

‘How could I have such thoughts?’

A strong sense of guilt made her shut her mouth, lower her head, and take a few deep breaths.

Then, she raised her head and said, “Mr. Fang Yuan, you now have a chance to participate in the New York Book Fair.”

A writer near them heard the words “New York Book Fair” and was shocked, then started to discuss with her friends in a low voice.

“OMG, Fang Yuan really made it this time!”

“Yeah! The New York Book Fair is a world-class stage!”

“Many big shots’ books are being displayed at the exhibition and they’re being signed.”

“Yeah, this is definitely the biggest new book signing venue in the entire United States.”

“Many Nobel Prize winners would sometimes participate in this book fair too.”

“Yeah, before this, I thought that Fang Yuan was just talking big about winning the Nobel Prize in Literature, but I totally believe him now!”

Everyone around her nodded in agreement.

Sherry saw everything and laughed even more. No matter what, “Candle in the Tomb” was “written” by her.

Although Fang Yuan dictated while she wrote, for some reason, having written this personally gave her an indescribable feeling. Perhaps that was because she made a contribution to this masterpiece.

It was a feeling of achieving great harmony in life.

Thinking of this, she felt elated like never before.

“Little punk, I helped you so much yet you didn’t even thank me? How rude!”

Sherry went to Fang Yuan and patted his shoulder. “You should think about how to properly thank me because I worked so hard that night!”

Fang Yuan was a simple-minded person and was thinking whether he should go to Shawshank Prison to have a look, so he did not think much about Sherry’s words. He thought she was talking about their co-creation that night and said, “Oh? If you don’t think that night is enough, we can work together for a few more nights.”