Leaning against the wall, Lin Ya closed his eyes to feign sleep, using this time to explore the new generator he had just bought, attempting to sketch out the types and outlines of the stories he wanted to write.
Along with various identities.
That’s right, he was planning to write under multiple identities simultaneously. With the generator, he wouldn’t have to worry about updates at all.
If he solely relied on typing by hand, he could only write one book at a time. It would take ages to earn enough to support a television adaptation, and that was simply not feasible.
Moreover, he was not only aiming to write for the male audience but also intended to break into the female market. After all, stories targeted at women generally had a higher chance of being adapted into films or TV series. Not only could his books become adaptations, but he also aimed to secure as many adaptation rights as possible before other entertainment companies noticed this lucrative opportunity.
His thoughts wandered until the lights in the operating room went out.
It had been over two hours since he arrived, and finally, the doctor emerged, removing his mask and informing Lin Ya about the patient’s condition.
“The patient is no longer in critical condition; as long as she recovers normally post-surgery and is monitored for a while, she should be able to leave the hospital…”
After the surgery, his grandmother was doing well and would be able to return home after a period of recuperation. This much he recalled from the original owner’s memories.
Listening to the doctor discuss the postoperative care, Lin Ya nodded seriously.
After transferring his grandmother to a private room, he watched her peaceful, yet unconscious state and decided to hire a caregiver while leaving his own phone number.
His grandmother would need at least another day of sleep before waking up, and he needed to return home to deal with his belongings.
Lin Ya felt the discomfort of the glue from the wig stuck to his hair beneath his hat, while the face under the mask was still made up, mixed with the scents of perfume and disinfectant coming from his clothes.
It was quite unpleasant.
The original owner’s family lived in a dilapidated area of the old town; the location was remote, and the nearest high school was ten kilometers away. Therefore, his younger brother, Shi Yi, usually stayed at school and only came home on weekends.
However, it was summer vacation now, so there was someone at home.
When Lin Ya returned home, the streets were only illuminated by the lights on both sides. He walked through a narrow alley, finally stopping at the iron gate of a gray wall.
As he opened the door with a creak, he unknowingly startled a guard dog from a nearby house, and two barks echoed from a distance.
“Brother!” A figure burst out from the room, hugging his waist tightly. Looking up, he revealed a delicate and handsome face; it was the original owner’s brother, Shi Yi.
There was no hint of the dark aura he would one day possess as a serial killer.
Lin Ya patted his head and smiled, “Let go of me quickly; I’m dirty right now. Wait until I wash up before hugging.”
“Huh? Brother, you smell like disinfectant. Did you go to the hospital?! How’s Grandma?” Shi Yi wrinkled his nose like a little dog, detecting the mixed scents on Lin Ya.
Lin Ya entered his bedroom, turned on the light, and replied, “Yes, I went. Grandma’s surgery is finished; she should be able to leave the hospital after a while.”
Shi Yi followed him in, puffing out his cheeks, “When did she have surgery? Where did you get the money? Why didn’t you tell me? Forget it, I’ll go see Grandma with you tomorrow.”
Lin Ya turned around to pat his head, amused, “Didn’t I just tell you? I’m going to take a shower now; you need to go to bed quickly, or I won’t take you tomorrow.”
After saying that, he grabbed the original owner’s clothes and headed to the bathroom.
“Really, you just treat me like a child…” Shi Yi complained but obediently went back to sleep.
After finishing his shower, fatigue washed over him. Lin Ya only had time to change the sheets in his room before collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep.
When he woke up the next day, it was almost noon.
There were no vegetables in the house besides rice and flour. After glancing at the time and replying to a few messages from Su Cheng, Lin Ya took his shoulder bag and went to the hospital with Shi Yi.
The two grabbed lunch at the hospital cafeteria. Since he couldn’t eat after the surgery, Lin Ya didn’t bring anything along.
“Young Master Shi, your grandma just woke up; I was about to call you,” said the caregiver, emerging from the room as they arrived.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Lin Ya and Shi Yi pushed the door open to see their grandmother lying in bed, looking dazed. It was only when she saw them that her eyes sparkled with recognition.
“Xiao Xi, Xiao Yi…”
“Grandma.” Shi Yi, with reddened eyes, approached to sit beside her and talk, while Lin Ya sat on the other side until she fell asleep again.
Lin Ya took out a generator that looked like a laptop, leaned back on the sofa with a slightly vacant gaze. Even if someone saw him like this, they would only assume he was daydreaming.
Shi Yi was busy writing his summer homework beside him, occasionally reading out loud a few English words.
Thus, they stayed in the hospital for half a month, during which Su Cheng visited a couple of times.
Not long after he was promoted, he withdrew from the competition. With a month of free time, he planned to have some fun, as he would need to report to school in September.
When their grandmother was healthy enough to be discharged, Lin Ya didn’t take her home. Instead, he rented a place near Shi Yi’s school and hired a reliable caregiver who could take care of both his grandmother and the home.
This way, he could free himself from hand-writing, and Shi Yi could handle commuting and enjoy home-cooked meals.
On the day after his grandmother was discharged, Lin Ya registered multiple pen name accounts in quick succession and published the first three chapters of his novels simultaneously.
Each piece consisted of thirty thousand words.
He wrote three different genres for the male audience: apocalypse systems, horror infinite flow, and court politics. For the female audience, he explored genres like quick transmigration supporting roles, changing the plot by entering books, and apocalypse rebirth with space for revenge…
However, it must be said that certain webnovels were still more popular. While Lin Ya wasn’t looking for a partner, his orientation was still normal; thus, he couldn’t write about mutual understanding between the same sex and decided to abandon that avenue.
As of now, his primary goal remained to make money. With money, he could acquire the rights to other well-written novels, so his focus was not limited to just one success; he aimed for diversified growth.