Chapter 111 Zhao Wanqi was discredited

Two days later.

Qili Xiangdu.

In the second bedroom, Wen Yan was sitting in front of the desk, his hands following the picture on the computer screen, his left hand and right hand moving in slow motion.

At this time, Wen Yan's expression looked very serious, as if the matter in his hands was very energy-consuming.

Well, serializing comics is a delicate job, and Wen Yan must concentrate on it in order to draw high-quality illustrations.

After returning from Magic Art, he devoted himself to the great cause of comics serialization, so that dear readers would no longer clamor to send him souvenirs.

He didn't want to see a gleaming blade when he opened the package one day.

He is not a prophet and does not want to be knifed.

Thinking of what happened in the Magic Piano Classroom two days ago, Wen Yan had the urge to dig his toes into the ground.

In his original thoughts, he knew that he was Zhao Wanqi's songwriter and had the enviable label of "composer and songwriter genius".

His dear classmates will definitely surround him in the crowd, chattering with questions, and try their best to get close to him.

There will even be some bloody things like girls pestering him for autographs or confessing their love in public.

Thinking that we are all classmates in the same class, we can meet each other without looking up, Wen Yan doesn't want to do anything too awkward.

Apart from confessing that he definitely couldn't agree, he was already ready to sign autographs for his fans.

but……

The above things did not happen.

Most of the students in Composition Class 3 were just a little surprised at first.

After whispering a few words with the classmates around me, they went to listen to the class seriously, and the atmosphere of lively discussions in the class was completely gone.

It's as if the popularity of that post on the forum is all fake.

This is very strange!

After class, it was Shen Mingzai, the weirdo, who kept pestering him for Zhao Wanqi's autograph, claiming that he was Zhao Wanqi's fan and must help him fulfill his wish.

If there is any difference from the past, it is that the number of times girls peek at him has increased.

After class, Tang Xiaoqiao, who had seldom spoken to him before, took the initiative to walk up to him and said softly:

"I have the opportunity to ask you for piano skills."

Then, there is no more.

Perhaps this is the quality of students from top universities. Wen Yan, who had never been to university in his previous life, said it was a bit difficult to understand.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door outside the room, interrupting Wen Yan's thoughts.

As he grew older, Wang Luoqi also began to respect his privacy in the past two years.

For example, before entering the second bedroom, Wang Luoqi developed a good habit of knocking on the door. She would only come in after hearing Wen Yan's answer.

If this had happened when Wen Yan was a child, Wang Luoqi would never have had this consciousness.

Otherwise, those night attacks would not have happened many nights in the past.

Wen Yan didn't know how to evaluate Wang Luoqi's transformation.

But in the bottom of his heart, he still occasionally thought of the girl who barged into his room with a pillow.

Wen Yan didn't have any bad intentions, he just felt that it had been a long time since he had a long talk with Wang Luoqi.

Well, I miss the warmth of childhood a little bit.

"Sister Luo Qi, the door is unlocked. Come in." Wen Yan shouted outside.

Wang Luoqi walked in from outside wearing a dress.

"Crack!"

She put the takeaway in her hand on the desk and said, "The rice bowl is here, let's eat."

"Okay, let me tidy up a little bit."

Pushing the scattered tools aside, Wen Yan placed them on the desk to make room for the two of them to eat.

He could hear obvious resentment from the girl's "warm core" tone.

Because he hasn't cooked for two days.

He has been staying at home for the past two days, serializing Conan comics. He has no choice but to do it. The submission time is almost here, and his beautiful editor is frantically urging him to finish the work.

Some time ago, he was busy with Shenji Studio and naturally had no energy to serialize comics.

Last month, because he was too busy, he had been waiting for updates for a week, and successfully received a large number of readers' anger points, as well as a series of fatal deductions from the beautiful editor.

Wen Yan felt a little helpless when he thought of the editor's reminder. This seemed to be a scene that every best-selling cartoonist would face.

If you are unable to submit your manuscript on time, you will receive cordial condolences from the editor.

Moreover, his editor named "Yu Ji" is also very good at seduce the emotions of otakus.

The selfie placed in the space is simply beautiful. The white shirt highlights the pride in front of her body, giving off the atmosphere of a mature lady.

There are also many close-ups of the lower body, those slender and straight legs, paired with various stockings, black stockings, white stockings, fishnets...

That kind of visual quality is simply unmentionable.

Wen Yan even suspected that this was the legendary beauty temptation.

Of course, Wen Yan is a gentleman, and these selfies will certainly not disturb his mind.

Every time he sees a reminder message, he still automatically chooses to ignore it.

But he didn't expect that this beautiful editor was also a "fishing master".

Every time he pretended not to be there and deliberately ignored the editor's reminder message, they would first send him a red envelope to test the waters.

Who can resist the temptation of red envelopes?

Moreover, this beautiful editor seems to have some shadow against the cartoonist's delay in drafting. She often asks him some strange questions, such as:

"Teacher Yu, you have been working hard recently. If you have the idea of ​​going out to collect materials, please be sure to prepare sufficient manuscripts to avoid accidents."

"If you encounter bottlenecks in your creation and lack sources of inspiration, please be sure to tell me in advance and I will find a way to help you find some seed resources."

As pure as Wen Xiaoyan, he never gets any messages from the beautiful editor.

He can only deal with it casually, such as:

"Plenty of inspiration, no shortage of resources, just weak hands."

Well, it seems that the two of them are not on the same channel.

"You can't save more manuscripts." Wang Luoqi pulled up a chair and sat across from Wen Yan.

"I want it too."

Wen Yan was a little helpless: "Sister Luo Qi, you don't know the habits of cartoonists. Every time we save a manuscript, our hands are constantly moving."

"Looking at the manuscripts stored in the background, my mind will say to save a few more chapters so that the updates will not be interrupted, but my hands will just stop and won't want to move until the manuscripts are used up."

"Don't blame the organ." Wang Luoqi exposed it ruthlessly: "You are just lazy."

Wen Yan: "..."

Your summary was so insightful that I was speechless. I lowered my head and ate softly, not wanting to answer this question.

"How is your manuscript prepared?"

Wang Luoqi naturally put the fat meat from her lunch box onto Wen Yan's rice.

"Next month, the singing variety show I selected for you should start recording, and it will take up a lot of your time. You should save more manuscripts and don't stop updating it again."

"Last month you stopped updating for a week, and your royalties were cut in half. With your toothpaste-squeezing update speed, if I were a reader, I would choose to keep books."

"We're almost ready." Wen Yan helped Wang Luoqi get rid of the fat.

"That's good."

Wang Luoqi was a little pleased. She clasped her white fingers and gestured:

"Updated on time this month, your income next month should increase a lot. With the previous royalties, your savings should be able to increase by one digit."

"You have the nerve to tell me about your savings? All my monthly income goes into your pocket. When will you return my hard-earned money to me?"

When this topic was brought up, Wen Yan became a little angry. When he signed the contract with Comics, he was still young, so he used Wang Luoqi's bank card.

Although he has earned a lot of royalties from comic strips over the years, he really doesn't have much money on hand.

"Aren't you still worried about leaving your savings with your sister?"

Wang Luoqi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a little angry: "Do you think I will swallow your savings?"

"That's not what I meant." Wen Yan said instantly.

With Wang Luoqi's worth, he would definitely look down on his small savings.
To be continued...