After getting out of the sports car, Ryan didn’t give Nicole Carter and Tom Cruise any chance to speak, waving goodbye to him directly.

“Well then, good night, Nicole Carter, and Ryan.”

Back at the apartment, Ryan tossed his backpack onto the sofa, stretched with a long yawn, and felt incredibly refreshed. Indeed, fighting with the heavens is endless joy, fighting with the earth is endless joy, and fighting with people is even more endless joy.

Although tonight’s events, no matter how you look at them, were an accident, Ryan felt that someone as clever as Nicole Carter seemed to have noticed something. However, he wasn’t worried; even if the Australian girl caught him red-handed, at most it would just be a fierce scolding, which didn’t mean much to him.

Even so, he thought it best to avoid hanging around in front of Nicole Carter. After saying good night, he simply hid in his own room. After showering and changing into fresh clothes, he sat at his desk and began the writing project that had consumed most of his time over the past three years.

After finishing revisions on the third Harry Potter book, Ryan had temporarily set the series aside. Since he already had the creative ideas, and the later books were shifting toward a more adult tone, he could easily wait a few years before picking it up again.

Since entering 1989, he had devoted most of his energy to screenwriting. Because of his previous life’s job as a film projectionist, his greatest interest was still in movies. He had studied quite a few classic film scripts, and during his two years in London in this life, he had read many books on the subject.

Maybe the scripts he wrote now still had plenty of flaws in terms of shot division, but they were definitely not worse than any other rookie screenwriter’s work.

For English, a typewriter or computer was undoubtedly faster than handwriting, especially for someone like Ryan who rarely spent long periods thinking while writing.

But typewriters were too bulky and inconvenient to carry, and the configuration of laptops and the DOS system could make him cough up blood.

Damn Bill Gates, couldn’t you have released the Windows operating system a bit earlier? Lifting his pen, Ryan shook his wrist and once again grumbled in his heart.

What he was writing now had nothing to do with the movies and novels from his previous life’s memories. Instead, he was drawing inspiration from certain rumors on the internet and the shameless actions of a certain country. Strictly speaking, it could be considered his own original work. Even though it was just a short to medium-length science fiction novel, for Ryan, wasn’t this also a kind of progress?

The novel was actually already finished; now it was mostly about revisions. No matter what, he wanted to get it published smoothly. Although, as the number of his works increased, he had already established a solid relationship with the publisher of “Alien Entity,” if the work was too bad, it would still be a slap in his own face.

After who knows how many times reviewing the manuscript, Ryan finally picked up his pen and added the title of this original short to medium-length sci-fi novel at the top.

If someone from his previous life saw the title, their eyes would definitely pop out first, then they’d burst out laughing, because the novel was called “The Number One Superpower in the Universe and the Altairians”!

Alright! Ryan admitted that sometimes he had a bit too much of a wicked sense of humor. That bizarre country hadn’t yet shown a face as thick as the diameter of the Earth, but wasn’t it fun to start a group roast of a certain country—even if they wouldn’t understand it now?

Originally, Ryan had wanted to write another one called “The Number One Military Superpower in the Universe and Its Invincible Fat Marshal,” but after thinking it over, he gave up. He’d wait until those three fat guys finally turned the country north of the superpower into a hereditary monarchy before writing it.

Chapter 7: The Movie Company Comes Knocking

Nicole Kidman sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, exuding a cold, sharp aura like an iceberg. Although she was very angry inside, she hadn’t said a single harsh word. First, because anything she said would just go in one ear and out the other with Ryan, and second, because she couldn’t bear to scold him.

If what happened the night before last only aroused her suspicion, then after today’s events, if she still couldn’t see that this little guy was acting with a plan and premeditation, she’d really be a fool.

Just thinking about how she had stood up the famous Tom Cruise for an entire morning made Nicole Kidman want to cover her forehead. She hadn’t expected that just a trip to the supermarket would result in that big star calling her at home to ask her out, and that bastard Ryan, after agreeing to pass on the message, acted as if nothing had happened and didn’t mention it all morning.

If Tom Cruise hadn’t called again after waiting nearly the whole morning, she’d probably still be in the dark.

“Did you do it on purpose?” Nicole Carter looked up at the shameless teenager, who showed no sign of guilt, and changed to a tone of certainty, “You did it on purpose! The night before last, too—you did it on purpose!”

Ryan never thought he could fool Nicole Carter, so he simply spread his hands and shrugged. Since it was already done, at worst he’d be grounded. Like a dead pig, he wasn’t afraid of boiling water.

“Ryan Jenkins, what exactly are you trying to do?” Although Nicole Carter tried hard to suppress her anger, her slow, measured words still sent a chill down one’s spine. “Do you know what kind of consequences this could bring?”