On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"Well, you all have started your internship, right?" Chen Qian received a call from Sun Cheng while he was organizing his notes.

"Yes, I'm back in the studio. We're preparing to release a new game soon, and everyone is almost living in the office." Sun Cheng said.

Chen Qian paused holding the pen and said, "New game? Then you must be very busy. No wonder Brother Chi Mu doesn't have time. So that's how it is."

"Senior Chi Mu?" Sun Cheng was a little surprised after hearing what Chen Qian said. He asked Chen Qian, "Hasn't Senior already withdrawn his shares and resigned? Chen Qian, don't you know?"

"what?"

Chen Qian didn't quite remember what he and Sun Cheng talked about afterwards, but when he came to his senses, the phone had already been hung up.

I don't know when a lot of names were written crookedly on the notebook, and every stroke was Chi Mu.

Chen Qian lowered his eyes and followed the handwriting.

The unknown emotion choked him, making him feel a little uncomfortable and melancholy.

Suddenly I realized that we haven’t been in touch for a long time.

they.

……

"Issue 165, it comes so early." Chen Qian closed the mailbox door, holding many letters in his other hand, with a magazine tucked at the bottom.

The letter was casually stuffed into the backpack, and Chen Qian flipped through the thin magazine as he walked.

It was the first time that Chen Qian received the journal in advance, and he felt it was very novel.

I don’t have classes this morning, so I planned to spend the whole morning in the cafe.

After ordering tiramisu and iced American coffee at the counter, Chen Qian carried the tray and found the seat where he sat almost every day.

It was a bit regrettable that he was late today. A bag had been placed on the double seat by the window, and there were spread-out publications on the table.

Chen Qian glanced at the page that was turned upwards, and a momentary sense of familiarity made him stop and walk away.

that is not……

Someone passed by behind him, brushing against Chen Qian's shoulder as he walked forward, causing Chen Qian to stagger.

The man didn't stop, but just leaned sideways and lowered his head to apologize: "Undskyld mig (I'm sorry)."

Chen Qian watched him sit at the table, then calmly picked up the paper cup and brought it to his mouth.

"Hej." Chen Qian placed his things in front of the open magazine, and then sat down facing the confused and surprised gaze of the person opposite him.

"Hvem er du (Who are you)?" The man looked up in surprise. It was still early and there were only two or three tables occupied in the cafe. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was empty.

He really didn't understand why Chen Qian insisted on sitting in his position.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Chen Qian did not answer his question. He looked at the magazine and then at the person opposite him.

The man had red hair, a rare color that was very dark and a bit like orange, snow-white skin, and a mole under his left eye.

Although he had a more fierce appearance, with a slightly frowned brow and a somewhat fierce look, his hair still made Chen Qian inevitably think of Ron in Harry Potter.

"Are you Chinese?" This red-haired guy really knows Chinese. To exaggerate a little, his Chinese is more authentic than Chen Qian's.

"Oh, by the way, this is me." Chen Qian's fingertips moved across the paper written entirely in Chinese, and stopped at the signature of the Faroe Islands landscape series - Groot Chen.

"Yeah." Redhead's reaction was very calm. He took a sip of coffee and pointed to the author's name with his eyes: "That's me."

"I guessed it. Hello, I'm Chen Qian, also known as Groot Chen." Chen Qian smiled and raised his hand forward.

The red-haired man watched his actions, twitched his lips, and reached out his hand to Chen Qian's palm, shaking it symbolically: "Zhong Yi, hello. But why do you use your English name in a Chinese publication?"

"Ah... because that was the signature when I sent the email, and I forgot to ask them to change it, so I just used it like this." Chen Qian took a mouthful of tiramisu with some embarrassment.

"I see. I thought you were an ABC."

"Really? Hahaha, it was just a mistake." After saying that, Chen Qian silently opened his notebook and textbook and began to review.

A brief silence spread between the two of them.

Suddenly, Zhong Yi spoke up: "But how did you know I was the author?"