As soon as I closed the door, I saw my girlfriend hurriedly packing things on the table.
Holding the fried rice noodles he had just packed from outside, Wu Yu looked at his girlfriend who was lying on the table and covering the paper with his hands in a strange way.
asked in confusion.
"What are you hiding?"
"Did I hide anything? No!"
His eyes moved around and he told a lie.
Wu Yu's girlfriend is called Qi Hang, who also just graduated from college for one year.
Wearing a white short-sleeved top, loose shorts, a ponytail, and a hairband to hold her bangs in front of her forehead, she has a thin body.
His legs were crossed on the chair, and his entire upper body was almost lying on the painting table. He tilted his head and showed an unnatural smile to Wu Yu.
Her dream is to become a famous cartoonist.
Thinking that Wu Yu didn't notice his little movement, he secretly fiddled with the papers under his hands and prepared to cover it up with his body.
The deceptive behavior deceived himself, but he could not deceive Wu Yu.
He walked forward with fried rice noodles and reached out his hand to brush Qi Hang's ponytail.
"Let me see what you are drawing?"
"I didn't draw!"
"I've even seen the feet of the characters you drew..."
"You saw it wrong!"
Qi Hang quickly retorted, his face lying on the table, the back of his head facing his boyfriend.
Men and women have different physical strength and endurance.
After Wu Yu put the fried rice noodles in his hand on the table, picked her up and threw her on the bed, he saw what the other party had just hidden.
He reached out and picked it up.
The more he looked, the harder his face became.
He turned around sharply and looked at his girlfriend, who was lying on the bed with a pillow covering her head.
"How could you paint such a picture?"
"..."
Looking at his silent girlfriend, Wu Yu strode forward, forcibly pulled the pillow covering her head away, and then turned her over.
Qi Hang's expression was a little aggrieved, looking at Wu Yu's angry face, he muttered.
"I don't want to draw either..."
"If you don't want to draw, how can someone force you to draw? Didn't you say before that you wouldn't accept this kind of thing?"
"But... we have no money now..."
"..."
This sentence made Wu Yu's anger dissipate instantly.
Looking at Qi Hang who lowered his head and said this, his chest felt tight for a while, but he couldn't hold back a single word.
Clench your fists.
There is a feeling of powerlessness inside.
Sighing, he slowly walked forward and sat on the side of the bed, looking at his girlfriend kneeling next to him, the expression on his face changing.
Finally, he reached out and patted the other person on the head.
"Don't you still have me? Our boss thinks highly of me and wants to give me a bonus..."
"Really?"
"Don't worry, our life will gradually get better."
"I knew you could do it!"
With these words shouted out of his mouth, Qi Hang rushed forward, hugged Wu Yu, and kept moving his mouth towards the other person's face.
"Wood, wood!"
After being like this for a while, it slowly became quiet. The two of them were silent for a while. Wu Yu suddenly thought of something and took out the USB flash drive he brought back.
"I almost forgot that I gave you a chance!"
"Chance?"
Lifting his head from the other party's arms, Qi Hang looked at Wu Yu who said this with some confusion.
Without explanation, Wu Yu just signaled the other party to get up from his arms, and then opened the laptop. Although it was second-hand, it was basically enough.
After copying, show the computer to your girlfriend.
Qi Hang looked at it doubtfully, then moved his eyes forward to read the words above.
Mouthing in his mouth.
"Pokemon...Wang Chi...isn't this the game your company released some time ago? What is this?"
Hearing his girlfriend's words, Wu Yu became slightly excited, held the computer close to him, and said.
"Today, the boss said that he was looking for someone to draw comics. The company provided the plot and asked someone to draw it. Then I recommended you to the boss!"
Thinking of his girlfriend's dream in his mind, Wu Yu's eyes shined.
"As long as you are selected, you will definitely be serialized in the magazine!"
"Really!"
"real!!"
"That's great!"
He jumped up from the bed, ran down and grabbed the computer that Wu Yu was holding.
I ran to the painting table and sat down, put aside the unsightly paintings I had just finished painting, and began to look at them carefully.
Looking at his girlfriend's serious look, Wu Yu had a smile on his face and said in a doting tone.
"Eat your food first and then paint."
September 4th
In order to prepare for the competition on October 1st, An Yuanyao stopped participating in work and devoted herself to choreography.
Although I didn’t understand why An Yuanyao chose to choreograph the dance herself, she went to the dance teacher who had taught her before for advice.
But Liu Changqing knows very well that it is best not to criticize things that he is not good at.
The day before yesterday, after telling Liu Xiazhi the news that An Yuanyao was going to attend, her daughter, who was originally drowsy when she got home, was instantly full of energy.
It can be seen that Liu Xiazhi really likes An Yuanyao.
Sitting in front of the computer, letting the fan on the left blow against his face, Liu Changqing sat idle on the chair that originally belonged to An Yuanyao.
For An Yuanyao, choreography is the most important thing now.
She stopped coming to the company yesterday.
"so boring……"
"Bang bang bang."
There was a knock on the door, and Liu Changqing instantly became energetic. He sat up straight from his slumped position, looked towards the door and said.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open.
Wu Yu walked in cautiously, approached Liu Changqing, stretched out his hand and handed over the document in his hand.
"Boss... this is the painting you gave me..."
"It's over already? So fast!"
Liu Changqing felt a little surprised, reached out and took the drawing handed over by Wu Yu, and started to read it.
As time went by, Wu Yu felt himself getting more and more nervous, looking at Liu Changqing's frowning and serious expression in front of him from time to time.
Slowly, he felt that he was going to be finished...
Finally, Liu Changqing finished reading them all.
Place the drawing in your hand gently on the table, place one hand on it, and tap it twice with your index finger.
"This was painted by your girlfriend in the past three days?"
"Yes, it is."
"..."
It's not very bad, nor is it so good that it's outstanding, but the level has reached a little above average level.
But this speed...Liu Changqing is very satisfied.
Moreover, based on the text I provided, the picture I drew was more in line with the plot I imagined.