The next weekend, there was a rain in the morning. The sun was covered by dark clouds, leaving only a faint sunlight, passing through the windows and pouring into the bedroom.

Zhimian woke up and turned around in a daze, finding himself in Duan Zhuo's arms.

Zhimian: "?"

Why is he still here?

Duan Zhuo was awakened by the girl's movements, opened his eyes and looked at her, and then moved his hand around her waist, hugging her tighter.

Zhimian was puzzled: "Did you not go to training today?"

"rest."

"oh……"

Feeling that he was wearing furry pajamas, Zhimian remembered that after being taken back to his bedroom by Duan Zhuo last night, he scolded her a few words.

But she was so sleepy that when she was half asleep and half awake, she felt that he had helped her dry the water on her body, put on her pajamas, and finally wrapped her in the quilt tightly. Her tone with a smile seemed to have frozen:

"If you have a cold, just wait."

She was quite puzzled. It was past three o'clock, didn't he go to bed long ago? Didn't he fall asleep?

While wandering around, she felt her earlobe being pinched, and Duan Zhuo's voice fell: "Jiu'er."

The man's lazy voice was like a slutty speech in bed, which inexplicably added a little intimacy.

Her heartbeats for half a beat, "…Huh?"

"Why don't you spend the money you give?"

She was stunned, "Aren't I a part-time job? I have enough money."

His smile did not diminish. "The wings are hard, I don't want to spend my money, I think I'm making money by myself?"

"No……"

She just didn't want to owe him more and more. She didn't have to spend money all the time, so that she felt that in this relationship, she would not be in a state of dependence and would rely on him for everything.

She found an excuse for herself, "I don't have much expenses normally, so I can save the money you give me. And I like that part-time job very much."

"Well, I like it, I will fall asleep in the bathtub a few more times in the future."

"...I was accidentally!"

The man raised her face and said, "Don't be stupid enough to think about saving money. I have raised you so big and don't lack this little money. If you should spend it, do you know?"

She replied warmly.

After a while, Duan Zhuo lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash.

Zhimian lay on the bed and was stunned for a while, and after a while, he came to his senses, and got out of bed.

It was almost noon after washing up. Zhimian ordered takeout for her and Duan Zhuo. While waiting for the takeout, several messages popped up in the comic studio group.

Youyou: [@Zhimian@Wen Qing, have the manuscript been drawn? Why haven’t you sent it yet?!]

Youyou is one of the main writers of the studio. She is usually quite gentle, but she is never vague and casual when working.

Wen Qing immediately replied: [Teacher, my own part has been drawn, and the rest is on Zhimian's side. I don't know if I have finished drawing it.]

Youyou: [Where is Zhimian? Why is it so slow this time?]

Wen Qing: [Teacher is sorry, I'm actually mainly blamed me. I had an urgent matter at home a few days ago, so I delayed until yesterday. It was not intentional... Zhimian should be still rushing to draw, it's all my fault...]

Youyou: [I don’t care about so much, the time specified is like this every time. Who will be responsible for the time you can’t delay?]

Wen Qing apologized a lot and finally said: [Teacher, I think Zhimian has a heavy task usually. She is still in class and probably has no time. You can give me more pictures from the teacher in the future. I have a lot of time recently~]

Their usual salary is not fixed, but is determined according to the amount of drawings they receive, that is, those who are capable earn more, Zhimian is usually efficient and has high level, so several painters in the studio like her very much.

But this will inevitably lead to jealousy.

At this time, someone in the group jumped out and was chattering about this matter. Many people were Wen Qing’s good friends in private, so the topic turned to Zhimian not completing it on time.

While discussing, a file was thrown in the group.

Zhimian: [Teacher, I have finished coloring.]

Suddenly, the group suddenly became silent, and everyone who spoke shut up.

Until half a minute later, Wen Qing jumped out: [You've finished all the time?]

How could she be so fast!

Zhimian: [Well, I was a little late last night. It would be even better if you could send it to me earlier in the future.]

Wen Qing said in a grievance: [Zhimian, didn’t I say everything? There are some things in my family, why are you still blaming me...]

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhimian threw out a few more screenshots into the group.

Wen Qing was stunned when she saw it--

There are photos of Wen Qing eating, drinking, having fun and posting in the space these days.

The other party blocked Zhimian, but did not pay attention. He opened the space for strangers. Zhimian took another account to search for friends and saw them all.

Zhimian: [Look at your space, you are really busy eating and drinking every day, but the work still needs to be completed on time, right?]

Wen Qing couldn't speak for a moment.

Youyou: [I just read the manuscript, there is no problem. Zhimian has a good color. I hope that everyone will not be careful when working together. If you delay work, it will be everyone's progress. Understand?]

Although there is no name to say this, everyone knows who it is accusing.

After a while, Wen Qing replied to the message in the group and admitted her mistake.

Zhimian put down his phone with a refreshed breath-

After the weekend, Zhimian returned to school. This week, he had to go to the end of the term and have two translated papers, and the final exam will be held next month. Zhimian planned to spend more time on his studies, so he told Duan Zhuo that he would go home on the weekend.

On Thursday, when two papers were handed over, everyone's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and the roommates suggested going out and relaxing.

In the evening, after the four of them had dinner, Wu Yiqiu, the roommate's favorite, suggested going to a nightclub.

Tong Ran: "Okay, isn't there a particularly popular 'Elk No. 37' nearby?"

"Nightclub? That place... isn't that good? It should be very messy..." Another roommate, warm and timidly, raised his objections.

Wu Yiqiu dipped her head, "Not as scary as you said, it's just drinking some wine and dancing today, is the normal nightlife of contemporary young people good?"

One person objected, one person supported, and the three of them looked at Zhimian in the end.

Zhimian blinked, "If you want to go, I can do it."

Although she was in charge of her during the normal days and never allowed her to go to such a place, she was always quite curious.

Ten minutes later, the four of them rushed to Elk No. 37 and walked in. They were surrounded by heavy metal music, with bright lights and wine.

They sat down, ordered drinks, looked at the surrounding environment warmly, and pointed to a place: "That's the dance floor?"

"Yes, do you want to go on a dance later?" Wu Yiqiu asked.

Wen Xin waved her hand quickly, "Come on, I dare not go, and my limbs are not coordinated at all, so I can't even jump in the radio fuck."

"Oh, it's okay, wait a moment, your body sways involuntarily as you listen to the melody."

"You spare me Sister Qiu..."

The appearance of the four girls quickly attracted the attention of the boys at the table next to them, and two boys came over to say hello to them.

Wu Yiqiu had a good chat with one of them and made an appointment to walk to the dance floor.

After she left, another boy sat on the side of Zhimian. He looked at the girl with bright eyes and white teeth. Even the handsome boy also felt embarrassed: "Hello, are you also a college student?"

Zhimian turned his eyes to look at him, raised his lips, "Yes."

When the boy saw her smiling, his heart beat up and his green smile rose.

Wen Xin and Tong Ran, beside them, looked at each other and smiled silently when they saw the boy who was chatting with him.

Who can resist a straight man like Dezhu Zhimian?

The boy chatted with Zhimian for a while, and finally tried to find out if Zhimian could leave a contact information. Just as Zhimian was about to decline, Tong Ran patted her on the shoulder and replied to her: "Her boyfriend is very strict and he will definitely not allow him."

The boy's face changed slightly, his disillusionment was shattered, and he smiled with regret: "It's okay, then just make friends and have a drink together."

at the same time.

On the walkway to the far left of the table, a man wearing a black sweatshirt and a baseball cap, his deep eyes fell on Zhimian, who was clinking glasses with a boy, and his face was unpredictable.

Cheng Li, who followed behind the man, looked over, but he didn't expect it.

Oh, is this a coincidence?

Seeing the man looking quietly, Cheng Li asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhuo, do you want me to talk to Miss Zhi?"

Duan Zhuo withdrew his eyes and his smile became a little cold: "No, she has a lot of fun?"

Cheng Li: “…”

He took a step and walked towards the second floor.

Cheng Li understood his temper and chased after him: "I'll let someone take care of Miss Zhi, Brother Zhuo rest assured."
To be continued...