Start as a top student after transmigrating.

There were no classes in the afternoon, but Chen Dong couldn't go out because he had relatives at home, and he also had Chen Yuan, who was like a stubborn pest, that he couldn't shake off.

Since writing was out of the question, Chen Dong had no choice but to practice coding problems.

Even so, Chen Yuan didn't let him off the hook, insisting on keeping a close eye on him in the room. Several times when he wanted to play on the computer, he was directly taken over under the pretext of studying.

Don't give him a chance.

"Hey bro, you should be having some fun, having a grown man staring at me from behind is giving me the creeps," Chen Dong couldn't help but turn around and say with a wry smile.

"Confess and I'll let you go." Chen Yuan lay half-reclined on the bed and smiled sinisterly.

"What's the point of me being honest? I'm not a woman and I haven't done anything to wrong you. Besides, don't you have any female friends worth fawning over? Why are you wasting your time staring at me?" Chen Dong said speechlessly.

"I never lick it, it's too salty~"

Holy crap~

Chen Dong was just joking, but Chen Yuan ended up revealing the truth.

"Don't look at me like that. There was a playboy in my college dorm who shared this with us."

Whether it's true or just an attempt to cover up his slip of the tongue, Chen Yuan is sticking to this story, just as stubborn as Chen Dong, since you have no evidence anyway.

They're truly brothers; all they can do is talk the talk.

"Hey bro, it's my little brother's birthday, aren't you planning to give him something?" Without dwelling on these topics, Chen Dong asked for a gift.

"It depends on your performance." Chen Yuan was still trying.

Chen Dong didn't bother to respond.

His efforts were destined to be in vain. The two of them stayed up until six o'clock in the afternoon, until they were called downstairs for dinner. Chen Yuan had not uncovered any secrets, and he had not even touched Chen Dong's computer.

After finishing his meal, Chen Dong had to rush to school, so he called Han Ning'er and asked Ye Wanwan to wait for him.

As for Chen Yuan, he really wanted to stay and keep an eye on Chen Dong, and he didn't believe that Chen Dong would dare to stop updating. However, his father forcibly dragged him away, saying that he should not disturb Chen Dong's preparation for the college entrance examination.

"I will definitely come back."

This was Chen Yuan's last act of stubbornness. In his opinion, Chen Dong was the author of Battle Through the Heavens, otherwise the numerous coincidences would be impossible to explain.

Bro, I'm going to take you on.

Sooner or later, your true colors will be revealed, and we'll see what you have to say then.

……

Nothing happened that night.

Because Chen Dong's family was celebrating, Han Ning'er and the others seemed to have changed their original plans and didn't make any gestures over the weekend.

However, Chen Dong still received a gift.

It wasn't my friends.

"This is a birthday red envelope your grandparents, uncles, and aunts gave you before they passed away. Now that you're all grown up, you can keep this money."

When he got home that evening, Zeng Ling handed him three large red envelopes, each of which looked bulging and clearly contained a lot of money.

"Mom, I don't need it, you can keep it." Chen Dong didn't take it.

He received so much lucky money during the Lunar New Year, but only 500 yuan was left for his mother. He didn't spend much of the rest, and he doesn't need much for meals either. He's not short of money at all.

Moreover, his royalties will start arriving next month, so money is nothing to him.

"You silly child, this is a token of our appreciation from your grandparents, uncle, and aunt. Your father and I would never accept it." Zeng Ling grabbed Chen Dong's hand without further ado and stuffed the red envelope into his hand.

Chen Dong had no choice but to accept it.

When it comes to money, the original owner never saw Zeng Ling and Chen Zhendong say things like other parents would say, "Mom and Dad are keeping it for you, and we'll give it to you if you need it."

Whether it's New Year's money or birthday gifts, he can spend it as he pleases.

Chen Zhenjiang wouldn't easily give him money when he was short of funds, especially during his rebellious phase. He tried to restrict him with economic means, which only fueled the original owner's rebellious mentality.

Fortunately, Zeng Ling acted as a glue.

But things are different now; Chen Zhenjiang has learned to give things proactively.

For example, right now.

What's your wish for your 18th birthday?

Chen Zhenjiang stood up from the sofa, looked at Chen Dong, and asked with a smile.

"My wish is simple: for my parents to be healthy, for me to pass the college entrance examination, and for everyone to be well." Chen Dong's smile was particularly sincere.

His wish was indeed very simple; everything he had now was something he never dared to dream of before: loving parents and a happy family. Except for his maternal grandparents, he didn't care anyway.

I also have a group of very close friends.

He was content with his comfortable family background and his thriving novel writing career, and dared not ask for anything more.

"You."

Chen Zhenjiang raised his hand and tapped him several times; this wish was particularly gratifying.

He took a bunch of keys out of his pocket and handed them to Chen Dong.

"Here are your streetcar keys. You were young and rebellious before, and I was afraid you'd get into trouble. Now I'm returning them to their rightful owner, but remember, give me a driver's license, understand?"

This was originally a coming-of-age ceremony that Chen Zhenjiang prepared for Chen Dong, but Chen Dong was too rebellious before, and Chen Zhenjiang forcibly took back the key.

Now it can be considered that the item has been returned to its rightful owner.

A truly adult gift.

"Thank you, Dad." Chen Dong happily accepted the gift.

He didn't understand streetcars and didn't like them, but this was a gift from Chen Zhenjiang. Unlike the last time, this one was a genuine gift, so of course he had to accept it.

"I have to thank your mom. I didn't want to buy it for you back then. What kind of family would we be, spending tens of thousands of dollars? It was your mom who spoke up for me and that's how we got this streetcar." Chen Zhenjiang didn't forget to mention Zeng Ling.

However, although I was unwilling before, I am now very willing.

He didn't expect his son to be anything special; he would be content as long as he wasn't a troublemaker. But the boy was a quiet but amazing person.

"Thank you, Mom."

Chen Dong opened his arms to hug his mother, and also wanted to hug Chen Zhenjiang. Chen Zhenjiang instinctively tried to push him away, but in the end he still gave him a hug.

But he didn't forget to teach her: "You're all grown up now, don't act like a child."

……

I went upstairs to wash up.

Chen Dong wore a happy smile throughout. Although it wasn't his official birthday, he felt very happy to receive blessings from his family.

In addition to these gifts, he also received a special gift.

"Hey bro, look at your connections as a writer."

This is a text message Chen Yuan sent him.

When he finished tidying up and logged into his computer, he saw in the donation message section that Chen Yuanfang's relative had spent a fortune to reward two leaders.

It also came with a message.

"Happy birthday in advance, little brother - Chief."

Upon seeing this, Chen Dong couldn't help but smile. This guy had really gone up against the leader. He had given a hundred dollars as a reward when the book was released to get the leader level.

Now, two people with the surname Chen, both in the hundreds, are about to become the Grand Master.

As for the tips and blessings, Chen Dong laughed it off; he would never admit it.

"You have no backing whatsoever, go play your game."

Chen Dong replied to the text message, feeling really annoyed by being constantly watched.

I put my phone down, washed up first, and then continued writing.

There won't be three chapters this time. I'll update two chapters as soon as I finish writing them, restoring the update rhythm I mentioned when the book was released. As for the remaining two chapters, I'll save them as drafts for future use.

"There are only two chapters left."

"Author, aren't you going to update extra on your birthday?"

"If you dare to add more chapters, I dare to give you a reward; I'll give you all my monthly tickets and recommendation tickets."

"Waaah~ Please, author, give me more chapters!"

The book club was buzzing with excitement. The competition for the all-nighter title had only just begun, and after seeing that there were only two chapters, they were already saying it wasn't enough. They also heard from somewhere that it was the author's birthday and wanted to add more chapters.

"The author is quite good. Both chapters are long chapters of over 3,000 words each, with a total word count of nearly 7,000 words. The update frequency is already at an upper level on Qidian."

"This update frequency is acceptable for students."

There are still rational readers.

Of course, the main reason is the quality of Battle Through the Heavens. Faced with absolute quality, even if the update frequency is slightly lacking, readers can accept it.

If the quality is only average, then we cannot afford to be complacent.

There used to be this meme on the internet: If you update 2,000 words a day, the flaws of a masterpiece will be magnified infinitely; if you update 4,000 words a day, your book review section will be very sharp; if you update 6,000 words a day, your readers will get used to reading your book; if you update 8,000 words a day, your book review section will be very harmonious.

Post 10,000 words a day, and praise will come naturally.

100,000 words a day, hehe~

Even if what you write is a pile of dog shit and contains poison, there will always be great scholars to defend you.

While this is a somewhat exaggerated meme, there is indeed a saying in the online novel community that "updates are king." Given equal quality, works that update frequently are definitely preferred. Works with slightly lower quality can be accepted as long as they update frequently, and works with excellent quality can be accepted even if they update less frequently.

Battle Through the Heavens is such a work, and moreover, Battle Through the Heavens is of top quality, with six or seven thousand words not being a small amount.

"I've finished reading. Without further ado, here's a small reward of 100 book coins. Happy birthday to the author."

"A man who continues to update his blog on his birthday deserves encouragement and appreciation."

"I really hope that old Deng next door can learn from Yan Shao's dedication to his work."

"What book is it next door?"

"The Grand Eunuch?"

The book club was buzzing with activity, with readers dropping by to give a small reward after finishing the book as a token of their appreciation. Although they weren't sure, it was probably because it was the author's birthday.

The author is so dedicated and hardworking; they deserve our best wishes.

……

While Chen Dong was sleeping, some people were still staying up late.

Ye Wanwan went to her bedroom after school under the guise of going to bed early, but she didn't actually sleep. Instead, she stayed up late knitting a sweater.

There was also a pair of embroidered insoles on the bedside table. Upon closer inspection, they were clearly different from the insoles of the other people, as they were embroidered with cute puppy patterns.

In addition, there is also the character "东" (East).

A single word can express a kind of preference.

When Chen Dong and the others escorted her back to her hometown, bringing so many gifts, she thought about what gifts to give them in return. Her first thought was to embroider something.

She used to be very lonely and had never made any friends, but now she has a group of good friends around her, which she cherishes very much.

And all of this was brought about by Dong Ge.

She had only planned this much, but after learning it was Dong-ge's birthday, how could she not send him a gift?

She thought of many gifts. During the Chinese New Year, Dong Ge bought new clothes for her and her grandmother, so she thought of buying Dong Ge a new outfit as well, but it was too expensive.

She didn't have much money to begin with, and the new clothes she bought and the sweater she knitted herself had completely different meanings, so she chose to buy yarn and knit it herself.

She hoped that Dongge could wear the clothes she had knitted herself, as if she were always by his side.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly, Ye Wanwan's hand was pricked by the needle. She gasped in pain and quickly put her finger in her mouth. When she took it out, she saw that it was bleeding bright red blood.

It hurts a little.

"Is it already past one o'clock?"

The pain actually made Ye Wanwan more awake. She glanced at the time and realized it was already past 1 a.m. No wonder she had been distracted and accidentally pricked by the needle.

But looking at the progress of the sweater in my hand, I can't go to sleep yet.

The day after tomorrow is Dong Ge's birthday, and she must give it to him on his birthday.

I opened the drawer, found a band-aid, quickly applied it, and continued knitting the pattern.