Matthew Clark turned to glance at the silent Evelyn Cooper.

Actually, Evelyn Cooper was different from him. He was originally in the Literature Department, but since he had never served as the current chief editor there, he was kicked over to the Boys’ Love Manga Department.

…Touched a sore spot again. Poor guy.

“Forget it.” Evelyn Cooper suddenly changed his somber expression, pushed up his glasses, and with a hint of smugness said to Matthew Clark, “Let’s not talk about that. I know a very obscure report-sharing website, it’s in forum format, and you can copy assignments from it.”

Matthew Clark immediately turned to look at him. “Hurry up and give it to me!”

Evelyn Cooper raised a slight smile. “On second thought, maybe not. What if we end up using the same one?” With that, he strode off.

Matthew Clark, “………”

He gazed gloomily: Gunalara, curse of darkness.

-

After returning home, Matthew Clark turned on his computer to prepare his report.

They say illness strikes like a landslide, but leaves like drawing silk.

He was still in the “drawing silk” stage now, and had absolutely no desire to rack his brains writing something so pointless.

But since that damn chief editor wouldn’t share the website, he could only search for it himself.

Matthew Clark sat cross-legged on the sofa, searching the web.

After searching for ages, everything he found was the same old stuff. He couldn’t help but look toward the kitchen, where James Bennett was peeling carrots. “Xiao Jing, have you ever bookmarked that kind of website—”

Crunch! A chunk broke off the carrot!

James Bennett lifted his eyelids. “…What?”

Matthew Clark, “You know, those sites for writing reports or essays, where you can copy templates or assignments?”

“……” James Bennett continued peeling the carrot. “No.”

“You’ve never copied before?”

“It’s faster to just write it yourself than to waste time searching.”

Matthew Clark was suddenly enlightened: That makes so much sense, but it’s not that easy!

He took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa.

The light from the ceiling shone into his eyes as he spaced out, saying, “But I can’t write anything right now. The cold medicine killed the virus, but it also took away what little brain cells I had left…”

James Bennett: ……

After saying that, Matthew Clark suddenly realized: Wait, what is he doing—was he acting spoiled with a kid?

He immediately composed himself and sat up, about to say he was just talking nonsense, when James Bennett’s voice came from the kitchen:

“Do you want me to write it for you, little uncle?”

Matthew Clark was stunned for a moment and looked over.

There was a calm, persuasive power in James Bennett’s dark eyes. He swallowed. “That’s not really appropriate…”

“I haven’t paid rent. It’s just a small favor.”

…How is writing this kind of thing a small favor!

Matthew Clark closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he solemnly handed the computer over.

“Then thank you, Xiao Jing.”

“……”

James Bennett didn’t know his exact job, but he knew it was in the editing and publishing industry. He could write an outline and template first, and Matthew Clark could fill in the work details later.

While James Bennett wrote the report for him, Matthew Clark went to peel carrots.

Halfway through, Charles Bennett called to ask if he was feeling better. Hearing the sound of chopping vegetables, he suddenly exploded:

“How can James Bennett be worked like a horse!!”

Matthew Clark held the phone between his ear and shoulder, nearly deafened. “…He’s writing my report for me.”

Charles Bennett, “?????”

The unexpected scope of services left the other end in stunned silence.

Matthew Clark hung up and started cooking curry.

Not long after, the sound of typing in the living room stopped, and James Bennett called out, “Little uncle, come take a look.”

“So fast?” Matthew Clark went over to check, and found the entire original report was actually written really well, and James Bennett had even thoughtfully left blanks for him to fill in!

Long fingers tapped the screen. “Is this okay, little uncle?”

“Mm…” The glow from the screen made Matthew Clark’s eyes shine, even his brows seemed more colorful. After a moment, he suppressed his excitement, patted James Bennett’s shoulder, and praised,

“Xiao Jing, you really are capable.”

-

Matthew Clark only realized afterward that his guard had dropped so much he could even hand over his computer.

But it didn’t matter—he’d gotten a perfect report.

Friday’s department meeting came quickly.

He and Evelyn Cooper went together to the large conference room upstairs. Evelyn Cooper was still fussing over him, “So, did you finish your report?”

Matthew Clark gave a cool smile. “It turned out great.”

Inside the conference room was a huge oval table. The big boss sat at the head, and the other department editors-in-chief were present as well. Matthew Clark and Evelyn Cooper sat facing each other.

The meeting began quickly.

The big boss called on people to give their reports. Matthew Clark sat and listened as the other editors-in-chief gave their updates one by one. After two departments, the Literature Department chief editor stood up—

He had the calm, steady air of an elite, with a proper smile as he spoke confidently.

Less than two minutes in, Matthew Clark’s phone suddenly vibrated.

He glanced down.

[Chief Editor]: Beyond.

? He sounded it out, then realized the other person had just used English to curse in a very elegant Chinese way.

In his impression, Evelyn Cooper was always refined and well-mannered, always looking proper, and rarely ever showed his emotions so openly, let alone swore. Matthew Clark lightly tapped a question mark: ?

[Chief Editor]: Please, don’t let them call on me later.

[Mingzhou]: What are you talking about?