Lin Jing never expected that several big men would get together and study her Weibo as enthusiastically as if they were in a meeting. For a while, besides staring at the three people's mobile phone screens, she couldn't think of any other reaction she could make.
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He Wang didn't know what comment he saw. The laughing man turned his back and inadvertently raised his head to see Lin Jing standing behind him. He saw Lin Jing staring at the screen of his mobile phone, thinking that she was also interested, so he generously put the phone in his hands.
Handed it to her: "Sister Lin, do you also like this blogger?"
He enlarged the picture in front of Lin Jing as if he were offering a treasure, and loaded the original picture, "This blogger just posted a new picture, it's really fresh, it's only an hour old."
Lin Jing stared at the picture made by her hand, barely controlling the corners of her lips that almost trembled on the spot.
He Wang: "Sister Lin, what's your expression? Don't you like it? You shouldn't. Don't you girls all like this kind of picture?"
Lin Jing closed his eyes: "...No."
He Wang said in a long voice "Oh" and said "I understand" with a face full of "Sister Lin, you are shy, aren't you?"
Lin Jing: "?"
"The scale of these words is a little too big for you. You are shy in front of us, right?" He Wang expressed his understanding, "It's okay, it's okay. You can go back to your room and close the door to take a good look."
"..."
He actually told the person who painted the painting that she was shy after seeing the painting.
Lin Jing looked at He Wang with a speechless look, and almost didn't say "haha" to him on the spot.
At this moment, the elevator door opened, and he went back upstairs to take a shower and walked out.
He was accompanied by Lan Bowen who had just finished cleaning up the restaurant and went upstairs to look for him. He didn't know what Lan Bowen had talked about with him. When he came out, he patted his shoulder: "If you don't say anything, I will treat you as if you didn't."
Thank you for your opinion, I will contact the person now."
Sheng Kuang nodded with a "whatever you want" look on his face, walked to the sofa, and glanced at Lin Jing and the few defeated soldiers sitting on the sofa: "What are you talking about?"
The few of them didn't say anything, just as if they had discussed it in private, they all turned off their cell phone screens, fearing that Sheng Jiang would know that they were studying his indecent fans generating fanart pictures for love.
Sheng Cheng didn't pay much attention to their reactions. He bent down and picked up the pillow on the single sofa next to him, leaned up and took out his cell phone.
Lan Bowen didn't go this way. He stood at the elevator exit, grabbing his cell phone and wondering what he was chatting with.
Lin Jing originally stopped for a moment because she had forgotten what a few people said. Now that the topic was over, she started to walk upstairs. After taking two steps, her cell phone rang in her pocket.
She took out her phone and unlocked the screen, and what jumped in front of her was the Weibo page she had before the emergency lock screen when she encountered a grand situation in the elevator.
She subconsciously thought about quitting, but suddenly she saw a new reminder pop up in her private message.
Purely out of curiosity, she poked it in.
A newly registered account with the same garbled characters: Hello, can I accept private articles?
Since her Weibo became popular, many people have come to her to request contributions. Either a fan of a certain team wants to draw a fanart for their favorite player, or the team wants to cooperate with her in order to create popularity for their own player.
Lin Jing draws pictures purely to generate electricity for love. In his introduction on Weibo, it is clearly written that he is not invited to contribute, but despite this, he still receives similar messages every day.
She basically didn't reply, and this time was no exception. However, during the time she was reading the message, the other party sent her several messages in succession.
“The price is negotiable.”
"Cooperation with integrity."
"As long as it doesn't exceed six figures, it's fine."
Lin Jing secretly counted the six-digit amount on his hands and then typed two words without hesitation: No answer!
"Why?"
"I really want to cooperate with you. Please think about it carefully."
"Do you think the price is too low? You can add more."
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: If you are not short of money, I will not accept it.
Classmate Tiantiantiantian: Block me again.
The other party was probably speechless by her:...
I have already said that I will block you again and again... Lin Jing put this newly registered account into the blacklist without even thinking about it.
Lin Jing put away his cell phone and prepared to walk to the elevator.
Sheng Cheng was sitting on the single sofa she was about to pass by. When she passed by him, Lin Jing glanced at him unconsciously.
Impartially, as if by destiny, she happened to scan the screen of his mobile phone.
The pages on his mobile phone are the same as those of the yls players just now, and they are also wholesale.
The only difference is that he is not looking at the comment section, but at the picture she drew.
He put his hands on the armrests of the sofa and supported his chin, looking lazy.
He stared at the face in the photo, with no trace of sadness or joy. When his eyes swept to the place where Chen Jing had exposed most of his back, he let out a "tsk" that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
Lin Jing's hand shook, and the phone fell to the ground with a bang.
Her mobile phone case is made of plastic and cracked.
Facing everyone's gaze, she bent over, picked up her phone quickly, and walked to the elevator while barely maintaining her composure.
"Shengcheng, I was rejected." Lan Bowen put away his phone and walked towards the sofa, "That blogger is quite brave and is not moved by money at all. I left GDT just thinking about you.
I had to change my avatar no matter what, so I asked her to design it. Fans would definitely be more satisfied. I even offered a price of six digits and up. She even rejected me. She refused very neatly and said she was not short of money.
Black, I just replied with an ellipsis, and she really blocked me."
With a "pop" sound, the mobile phone in Lin Jing's hand fell to the ground again.
ps: Don’t stay up late anymore. Today’s update is finished. I owed a chapter yesterday. I’ll catch up on it on Sunday after the Chinese Valentine’s Day.