Outside the bathroom.

Zhimian was stunned when he heard the word "Last night" that Shu Eun said.

There was no response from the other end and he shouted again: "Duan Zhuo?"

Zhimian came back to his senses, "Doctor Shu... it's me. Duan Zhuo is taking a shower now."

Shu Eun seemed to be stunned, and restrained his enthusiasm: "Ah, are you Miss Zhi?"

"Well, I'll tell you about the gift later?"

"No need, I'll tell him myself when he finishes taking a shower."

"……OK."

Zhimian finished speaking, the bathroom door was opened, and the man walked out with a bath towel tied around his waist, and his black hair dripped with water droplets.

"Wait, he just happened to come out."

She gave Duan Zhuo the phone number.

Duan Zhuo took it and walked towards the cloakroom, "Hey."

"I'm fine. Aren't you going to participate in the preliminary round in two days? I'll tell you about dietary reminders as usual..."

After Shu Yu finished his talk about the main business, he said at the end: "I have prepared a New Year gift for every team member. Why did you go so fast last night? I haven't had time to give it to you yet."

"No, just give it to them."

"Everyone has this, you can't be biased. It doesn't matter. I'll give it to you on the day of the preliminary round."

"Well, is there anything else?"

"It's gone..." Seeing his attitude, Shu Feng didn't dare to disturb him anymore, "Then you're busy, goodbye."

Duan Zhuo hung up the phone, threw his cell phone on the bed, turned around and looked at Zhimian, who was standing in the same place, and called her: "Why are you stunned?"

Zhimian suddenly raised his head.

"Take me out the watch in the bathroom."

"oh."

The girl came out of the bathroom and saw Duan Zhuo standing in front of the dressing mirror and changing her clothes.

She walked up and handed him the thing, hesitated for a moment, and asked casually: "Are you with Dr. Shu last night?"

Duan Zhuo held his watch and glanced at the girl's expression in the mirror, and his smile spread out on the corners of his lips:

"What are you thinking about?"

She immediately denied: "I didn't."

The man turned to meet her erratic gaze and smiled, "I'm so nervous, I'm still saying no?"

“…”

Duan Zhuo stopped teasing her and briefly explained: "She happened to be in the club when she was broadcasting the live event last night."

Zhimian recalled that when Shu Feng thought it was Duan Zhuo, his tone of speaking was vaguely intimate, but I don’t know if he was too sensitive.

She nodded and changed the topic, "I didn't cook dinner at home tonight."

"Change clothes and I'll take you out for a meal."-

Ten minutes later, Duan Zhuo drove the Hummer out of the garage and got into the car. Zhimian asked, "What do we eat?"

"You decide."

She took out her cell phone to select nearby restaurants. She knew a lot about men's eating habits and tastes. Because of her profession, she had to eat a light and healthy diet.

She actually prefers heavy-tasting spicy and spicy food, so she rarely eats it again.

Although she was asked to make sure, she actually took care of his taste.

Zhimian remembered the five years she was fostered at her relative's house. She had to wash clothes and cook and do all kinds of dirty and tiring work.

Even when she was in school, she had to be responsible for her family's three meals a day, and her cooking skills were forced to practice since that time.

What she cooks is not a delicacy, it is just a home-cooked dish that tastes pretty good.

Later, after being taken home by Duan Zhuo, she wanted to try cooking for him at first. Once on his birthday, she went to the vegetable market to select ingredients and planned to make him a sumptuous dinner.

At night, she accidentally broke a plate while cooking.

She saw Duan Zhuo walking into the kitchen and thought that she had been beaten by her aunt once when she broke the plate. At this moment, she was like a frightened cat, huddled in the corner, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Seeing her like this, the man smiled and said, "Isn't it just a plate? Why are you nervous?"

He just said, "Take the broom over and walk around outside."

Although Duan Zhuo did not scold him, she still felt in her heart whether she had caused him trouble.

That night she cooked a table of dishes. He just moved his chopsticks lightly and looked like he had no appetite. She was looking forward to it and asked if it was not to his appetite. He said that he could not eat many things normally.

"In the future, you don't have to cook so many dishes. If you want to eat, you can go out and order, or invite an aunt."

Zhimian lowered his eyes and had no choice but to nod.

Later, she basically stopped cooking for him, and his usual diet was also under the responsibility of the nutritionist of his team.

Zhimian took back his mood and told Duan Zhuo the location of the restaurant.

She rubbed her fingers on the phone screen, and thought of something, and looked at the man in the driver's seat: "The main writer of the studio I worked part-time this afternoon came to me and asked me if I wanted to come out and be the main writer myself."

He turned his head and glanced at her, "Hmm?"

Zhimian explained roughly, "You think..."

Before she finished speaking, Duan Zhuo's phone rang.

He picked up, "Say."

Zhimian closed his mouth embarrassedly and could only wait for him.

"Okay, let's watch the game the day after tomorrow." Duan Zhuo finished the phone and asked Zhimian: "Where did you just talk about?"

“…”

She moved her lips, "Just ask you how you think I resigned."

Duan Zhuo's focused eyes fell on the road ahead, and then he casually said: "It's fine, it depends on yourself. If you want to quit, you will quit."

"……Um."

Zhimian saw that he had no mind and thoughts, and he didn't want to say anything more.

When he arrived at the place, Duan Zhuo parked his car on the side of the road. Zhimian thought of what he said just now, "Do you have a game the day after tomorrow?"

"Well, the Mek Cup preliminary round is in Lincheng." Duan Zhuo pulled down the handbrake, then covered her palm and rubbed it randomly. "Don't you like watching me play? This time it's the Open, I'll take you there."

Because ea's competition is usually no one to watch in special venues, the open competition is a small competition, and the venue is small and can be broadcast in real time.

"good."

She responded faintly-

Originally, Zhimian planned to go to watch the game, but the next night, she received a link from Youyou.

[There is a comic exhibition held these days, do you know?]

Zhimian clicked on the link and read it.

This art exhibition is a comic exhibition organized by the provincial government. It focuses on the theme of pursuing dreams, and it also exhibits some foreign comic works, which are very large in scale.

Youyou: [Everyone who has been there said it is very good, it will be the last half day tomorrow morning, and if you miss it, you will disappear. If you want to go, hurry up and take a look.]

Zhimian learned about this news and was moved by this comic exhibition.

If she had been in the past, she would have chosen to play with Duan Zhuo without hesitation, but she would rather do her own thing at this moment...

After thinking for a while, she walked to the gym at home.

Duan Zhuo was running on the treadmill. She walked to him and called him: "Duan Zhuo, I won't go to see your competition tomorrow..."

After she finished speaking, the man pressed the button, and the treadmill slowed down slightly. He walked quickly, his concentration still on his movements: "What did you say?"

Zhimian repeated it again, and Duan Zhuo finished listening: "Okay, whatever you want."

"Um."

She turned and left.

...

The next day, Zhimian set out to the comic exhibition alone.

In the last half day, there were still many people.

The two floors of Lincheng Cultural Exhibition Center are the venues for this comic exhibition. Zhimian walked around and saw various styles of comics, some of which were actually teachers she admired particularly.

Walking forward, she found that there was a area with a lot of people, which was very lively. When she got closer, she saw a young painter participating in an interview program. The fans standing around her were all holding her comic books.

Zhimian happened to know her, and she was one of the popular contracted painters of Lehua Comics.
To be continued...