There is a noise source next door

A new message popped up on the phone, and I guess it must be from Ke Mengyan.

Sure enough: "I decided to go to bed early today, you should go early too, good night ()(`)"

"Well, I'll go to bed after finishing the draft, good night~"

I put down my phone and started to concentrate on drawing. The picture I made this appointment is a pair of CPs that I had been cute since I was in high school.

I hadn’t made any animations when I started working, and the circle wasn’t too big, and the people who produced food for each other were basically familiar with each other.It didn't take long for such an excellent work to be animated as I wished, but the broadcast time happened to be when I was just entering the third year of high school. At that time, I was too busy and basically retired.

As for the delicious food that has sprung up like mushrooms after graduation, I directly gave up my identity as a food producer, chose to delete my black history and sit back and eat, no, it will never be empty—my CP is so sweet, why? There may be no one to produce food.

The appointment was a single picture, and it was included in the co-journal. It may be because this co-journal was born after the news of the second season of the animation was confirmed, so everyone who participated in the co-journal was as excited as a chicken blood.

Of course, I was also very excited, but I didn't expect that anyone would remember that I had a cute pair of CPs.

After all, since I learned how to draw and started to produce food, most of the products produced are BLCP, which is my original intention for BG.

Thinking about it carefully, the girl who asked for the manuscript has really known me for a long time, and probably knows the CP I have loved.It was hard for her to think of asking someone like me, who didn't know whether to quit or not, to make an appointment for a draft.

I haven't drawn for a long time, I thought I would have no inspiration, but I didn't expect to start to write and feel that there are so many ideas in my head that I want to fight.During the period of watching Ke Mengyan’s live broadcast, I drew three drafts with a reasonable degree of completion. After I put down the pen, a short idea suddenly emerged.

It’s better to decide which one to submit first, otherwise, if chicken blood is enough to support me to finish the painting, it will be used as a commemoration of the return of the retired old man...

I roughly remembered the inspiration for the short manga, and I couldn't help but yawned before I finished drawing.Looking at the time, it is only past eleven o'clock. I am usually in good spirits at this time. As expected, staying up late hurts my body. I have to change the time to play games in the future.

Looking at the draft in sai and thinking about tomorrow's full schedule, I decided not to insist and went to bed.

It is estimated that when I wake up tomorrow, the draft that I am satisfied with tonight may become a draft full of loopholes.

In fact, I didn't have a chance to look at my drafts all day the next day, full of classes all day, and posters at night.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, I sent the final draft to Sister Cong with the feeling of "I've sent it anyway, I don't care about it, I'll talk about it tomorrow morning" Reply, "It's almost done this time. Tomorrow, you can send the final drafts of both versions, and you can earn an extra sum."

I was shocked by the other party's unhealthy schedule. Don't you ministers need to sleep at night? !Then I was a little helpless by the saying of "earning more money"-the money for one poster is not enough for me to eat a meal at the Golden Arches, and I would rather go to bed earlier than stay up late to make two drafts! !

I put down my phone and fell asleep. I'm afraid I'm going to "collab" with Wang Shuming again in class tomorrow.

I got up the next morning and saw the news from Ke Mengyan that I accidentally missed last night. I explained what I was doing last night with guilt, and Ke Mengyan quickly replied, "It's hard to stay up all night qwq", and then paired with a cute and pitiful "If you can go to bed early tonight, try to go to bed as early as possible, Lin Lin, you are busier than me now..."

Although Ke Mengyan didn't reply with anything special, I still smiled and felt a lot lighter.

I thought that the work of the student union had come to an end, and the next poster would be half a month later.Unexpectedly, on Wednesday night, I wanted to digest what I had taught in class for the past two days and then went to catch up on sleep. Before I could go to bed, I received two psd files from Cong Yingcong's deputy department.

I hesitated for a while before saving it, and received it with a bit of trepidation: Which one is this?I have always sent it in the past, what is it sent to me...

When I opened it, I saw two posters, which still seemed to have obvious shortcomings. One was for a basketball game, and the other was for a Sutuo activity organized by the school.It seems that other students in the department did it?My previous one was for the debate.

I cowardly sent a question mark in the past, not to ask me to modify it... I can accept changing my own picture, but changing someone else's... No matter how good or bad the other party is, I feel that I will not be very happy.

Sister Cong replied to me quickly: "I don't want you to change it yourself, don't be nervous."

I didn't hesitate for a moment: "That's good, that's good, what do you want me to do?"

"It's good to give me a revision opinion. There is no class on Thursday afternoon, so give it to me that night."

I half-deadly responded with a "yes" with a tilde, and the mood expressed in words was completely inconsistent with my mental state.The blows in life are so unexpected that I have to go to bed and get my HP back.

... The whole school has no classes scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, and I plan to ask Ke Mengyan if he has any plans, but it seems impossible.

A few days after this week, I guess I can only be with PS and sai.

I don't know why, but I always feel that upon hearing this news, Ke Mengyan will show a very pitiful expression... Is there something wrong with my opinion of Ke Mengyan? ?But the expression in my mind is quite cute...

The next day, Ke Mengyan and I just had lunch together, so I was a little sad that I couldn't accompany Ke Mengyan in the afternoon.

After eating, we have to say goodbye. Although Sister Cong's task is not heavy, but I have delayed the draft of the appointment for the past few days, and it is time to start it now.

Before leaving, Ke Mengyan said to me: "Lin Lin, you don't have to be sad, and you don't have to feel guilty. Being in love doesn't mean you have to stick together every day." She tilted her head, and the corners of her lips became cunning, "But if you want to spend more time with me, you can come to my house on weekends, whether it's doing homework, designing, drawing, drafting, or playing games, it's fine, as long as you are with me It’s good to be in the same room.”

I am also very happy to have this kind of compensation method, not to mention that I also want to spend a little longer time with him, so I agreed without hesitation.

I have already made plans for the weekend, and my mood became lighter when I was tinkering with PS and sai at the computer in the afternoon.

It's not that troublesome if you don't need to do anything, just find the problem. I type a few lines on the psd file, and after checking it, I close the PS with satisfaction and start working on the manuscript that I haven't read for several days.

It's only been two or three days, but it feels like a world away. Looking at a few sketches, I feel that they are full of flaws and need to be revised.

While revisiting this drama, I was passionately drawing pictures, and when I wanted to take a break, I looked down at the time, and it was already past my usual dinner time.

I looked at Fan Hua in the dormitory who was also obsessed with computers without having dinner, and asked, "Xiao Hua, are you going out to eat? Or can we get together for a takeaway?"

Fan Hua thought for a while, "Let's take it out, I'm too lazy to go far."

"Okay. I'll go down and get it when the time comes. I just want to do some exercise~"

Fan Hua clasped his hands together: "Thank you."

The meal arrived in about half an hour, I took it back to the dormitory and handed it to Fan Hua, and then I sat down at the table and prepared to eat.First, I have to put away the board and the data cable, and I have to put some waste paper on it. After all, if the table is oiled, it will affect my mood.

Just as I was laying down the paper, I suddenly heard Fan Hua call me, "By the way, Fourteen, why are you in the dormitory today?"

Wang Shuming was not in the dormitory all afternoon, and their drama club had club activities—when I first found out that Wang Shuming joined the drama club, I really thought he could become a pillar.

Because Thursday afternoon is often the time for faculty and staff meetings, basically the whole school has no classes, and various clubs like to choose this time when they can gather all members to do group activities.

The student union also likes to hold meetings on Thursday afternoons. Of course, this does not mean that it is held only once a week. Each department often has its own small meetings in the evening. It is just that this afternoon’s meeting is more convenient, so there may be more people and more time. It's just long.

"Because the task has been assigned before, there is no need for a meeting today. Everyone should be busy with the deadline."

"No, I'm not talking about the student union..." Fan Hua hesitated to speak.

Looking at his expression, I suddenly understood what he wanted to ask.

Alas, it feels like my two roommates are really going to be the father and the mother of the child. Are you so worried that I will be unkind?I wanted to laugh a little, so I couldn't hold back the laughter and asked deliberately: "What's that?"

Just as Fan Hua was about to answer, she suddenly stared at my expression carefully, and then narrowed her eyes: "Ask me knowingly." He looked away, "I won't ask if you don't want to say anything."

"No, no, no, no, I don't want to say it." I was afraid that Fan Hua would be upset, so I quickly denied it, "I'm just a little puzzled, I feel like you two are too nervous, could it be that we will be cursed when we are professionally dating?" I opened the last sentence. made a joke.

"Cursed can't be said, but last semester, a girl in our major dropped out of school, and a few of them changed dormitories because of this stuff."

I was surprised: "Our class? That's only one semester?"

Fan Hua's expression was a little disgusted: "At that time, there was not a semester yet."

"I can barely understand changing the dormitory... What's the matter with suspending school?"

Fan Hua frowned and said without emotion: "The girl had a good chat with a graduate student from another college before she entered school, and they got together within a week after entering, and moved out to meet that boy soon after. After living together for less than three months, the man proposed to break up, and the girl moved back to the dormitory. At that time, her roommate felt that she was in a bad state of mind. After asking, she found out that she had a history of depression. "

Fan Hua's frown became tighter and tighter, and her tone was clearly displeased: "I heard that the girl contacted the guy after the breakup, but he didn't hear back from him. Then the girl attempted suicide once before the final exam. She dropped out of school after that."

"My God..." I was dumbfounded, "What about that man?"

"It doesn't have a big impact, and classes are still going on normally."

Anger welled up in my heart: "How can there be such a scum... After ruining other people's feelings, it's like nothing happened?!"

"However, this matter is relatively big, and the man's classmates basically know about it, so he is also a street rat in their college, and basically no one wants to talk to him."

"It doesn't sound like it hurts at all." I was still so angry that I couldn't even remember to eat.

"...This man and your boyfriend seem to be from the same academy. He is a graduate student."

So I understood what was going on with my roommate's over-concern, and while I was grateful for this concern, I also sincerely called out for Ke Mengyan's grievances.

Being distracted by this matter, I am not so angry now, so I said with a smile: "Well, thank you for your concern... However, it is really impossible for my boyfriend to have such a thing happen."

"Didn't you say that it's possible to move out in the future? It's even worse for us. Even if we were really cheated, we might not be able to get everyone's sympathy." Fan Hua lowered her eyes, her expression a little cold.

Lying to feelings... If I tell Ke Mengyan this conjecture, he will probably give me a question mark face for 5 minutes.

So I seriously promised: "He will definitely not be a scumbag who cheats on feelings. There is no need to worry about this." I thought for a while and added seriously, "And to be honest, he is my second term, and I am his First love, who can fool who is not sure."

Fan Hua was speechless for a moment, and then said after a while, "Well, it doesn't look like you will be deceived..."

I thought for a while: "That's not necessarily true." Then I added with a smile, "It's actually good that you care about me. Although I don't have the habit of publicizing my relationship, I just want to tell others about my relationship. Still quite satisfied."

Fan Hua snorted and said, "Of course you're happy to distribute dog food precisely at the right spot."

The author has something to say: I'm really satisfied with the kiss emoji in the first paragraph, but I know it won't show up in the text...

(Senior, what do you think about the fact that the kaomoji you posted only have brackets left?