Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Jiangcheng. In first-tier cities, the lights are on.

185 Macho Man: [It’s the end of the month! If you don't pay Section 28 anymore, you can pack up and get out! ! 】

185 Macho Man: [Don’t pretend to be dead! You little sesame, I know you are online! You cheated on my relationship for a month! 】

Lin Zhi'an sat at the computer desk, staring at the string of chat records in a daze.

There are still a bunch of line drawings scattered in front of the table, and there are messy character drawings that are not finished, but the brushwork is delicate, and it is not difficult to see the professionalism.

Rubbing her dry eyes, Lin Zhi'an typed on the keyboard with a tragic face: [Mr. Macho, if you give me a few more days, I will submit the manuscript at the end of the month! 】

【three days left! Otherwise, the editor-in-chief plans to allocate all resources to the newcomer in the seventh division, Sweet and Sour Fish! Do it at your own risk! ! ! 】

Lin Zhi'an is a humble cartoonist who works for a Chunhe website, but the website matches her with one of the craziest macho editors.

When a master of involution and a master of procrastination collide, it’s like sparks colliding with the earth, causing both parties to suffer terribly!

Lin Zhi'an originally planned to finish the final draft before the end of the month, but the most terrifying thing for a cartoonist happened - she ran out of inspiration!
The bedroom walls are covered with sticky notes and comic posters, scattered pillows, quilts full of moonlight, and the curtains are half-opened, blocking out the bustling traffic of the city.

The faint sound of car horns came in through the cracks in the window.

Lin Zhi'an looked down at the messy lines on the comic paper, which vaguely outlined the outline of a person, leaving a large area blank.

Just like her long but hopeless memory.

She just had that dream again, at two o'clock in the morning.

Eight years have passed, but how old was she then? How old is he? Who could remember a stranger for so long?

In the dream, there was the cold temperature, the billowing smoke, and a pair of cold and determined eyes.

Lin Zhi'an gently pinched her middle finger, came to her senses, took a deep breath, angrily crumpled the comic paper into a crumpled ball, and threw it into the trash can again. With a bang, it hit the edge and fell out. .

The paper is covered with wrinkles, and the messy lines are filled with a faint moonlight, lying quietly in the corner of the bedroom.

He must have long forgotten about the person he casually saved. I was so angry that I looked at the time and saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning. Cartoonists are still pretty good at staying up late.

Lin Zhi'an sighed and packed up the line draft, thinking hard about how to submit it, when two messages popped up on WeChat.

Wei Chengze: [Aren’t you asleep yet? An'an]

Wei Chengze: [Let’s go out for a meal together on Saturday. I miss you. 】

Lin Zhi'an is not only a salty person, but also a homebody. He is a severe social phobia patient, and he benefits from comics that can be completed at home.

She almost never left the house, but when she agreed to Wei Chengze's pursuit after graduation, she almost exhausted all the courage in her life and decided to start a new chapter in her life.

She felt that she would never do anything braver than this in the future.

Before the words typed in the chat box were sent, the other party sent another message.

Wei Chengze: [I will take you to meet my friend. 】

She needs to give her boyfriend a sense of security.

Lin Zhi'an mustered up the courage to recite it silently three times in her heart, then clenched her fist and replied: [Received]

Wei Chengze: [……]

What does the ellipsis mean? Lin Zhi'an scratched his head, tried to mobilize his enthusiasm, and replied to him: [Okay]

Wei Chengze said helplessly: [I will come to your house to pick you up on Saturday. 】

【receive】

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Introduction to the plane, late but here (end of this chapter)