【Jiu Ci】It's all true love, don't compare

"...my friend?"

Jiu Tun shook his hand and made a typo.

Without raising his head, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"...I can't draw," Ibaraki lay down on the board listlessly, "I'm so tired."

"...It's nine o'clock in the evening. You just got home and turned on your computer half an hour ago, and you've already yelled three times." Jiu Tun continued typing slowly.

"...I'm just tired from meetings. I hate meetings. That guy Abe Seimei is too good at talking! And Yuan Boya, why can't I delay the draft in front of you, and I have never delayed your draft. Annoying..."

Ibaraki murmured, the following words gradually seemed to be humming from his throat, and after a while, there was no movement.Jiu Tun looked up, and saw that he was staring at the board again, his posture didn't look like he was going to draw, but he looked like he was going to beat someone, so he couldn't help but shook his head.

After the manga was released, the response has been good. The subscription data of the first three episodes has greatly exceeded the original estimate. The bosses were pleasantly surprised, and decided to strike while the iron was hot, and included the booklet in the plan as soon as possible. Today, they were taken to the company for a half-day meeting. On the way back, the two were still discussing the content of benefits, and finally decided to try to add a few daily four grids full of love to heal the hearts of readers who are destined to be hurt.Right now, Jiu Tun is brewing, and Ibaraki is going to draw the title page first, but it seems that he is not in good condition, like an elementary school student who doesn't want to do his homework, and he will come out to make trouble after a while-too familiar is the problem Well, all reserved manners have been lost without a trace.

After another ten minutes, there was another sound from the table.

Jiu Tun looked up, and saw that Ibaraki had fallen face down on the table, and there were only a few incomprehensible lines lying on the white canvas on the screen.

Jiu Tun sighed, turned off the memo on the phone, got up and walked over, took out the pressure-sensitive pen in his hand, and tapped on the top of that head.

"Don't draw if you can't draw it, do something else. Are you hungry?"

"...a little bit."

Ibaraki turned his head and muttered with half of his face pressed against the table.

"What to eat?"

"……fried chicken."

Ibaraki thought for a while and said seriously.

"...It's so late and still have something to eat?"

Shuten couldn't help being shocked by his good appetite.

"Yes, there is a nice restaurant on the next street. It's open until eleven o'clock. I haven't eaten there for a long time... Shall we go together?"

"...All right, let's go."

The human body always craves high-calorie food when it is overtired, such as fried chicken and cold beer-the fried food just out of the pan has a golden color and is served in a small bamboo basket, which looks extremely crispy The outer skin still exudes steaming heat, with a strong fragrance rushing all over the face.

Ibaraki was obviously really hungry, so he immediately put on his gloves and took a chicken leg, and his eyes began to light up the moment he gnawed on it.Jiu Tun was not very interested in this kind of food at first, and most of the ingredients came with him. At this time, he couldn't help being aroused a little curiosity, and took a chicken wing from the basket.

How would you describe a food like fried chicken?The teeth "clicked" to bite the crispy fried clothes, and the thin layer of glue under the skin melted between the lips and teeth, followed by the tender and juicy chicken wrapped in it, which was torn off from the bones one by one, The utterly non-greasy tenderness makes one eager to grab a second piece—delicious, almost sinful.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Jiu Tun raised his head, and Ibaraki was looking at him with a smug smile on his face. The lights in the store were too bright, and the light fell on his eyes, reflecting a light and translucent golden color, as if there was steam in the cup. The draft beer with snow-white foam has a fresh and slightly astringent taste, with a little sweetness that needs to be carefully aftertaste.

Jiu Tun suddenly felt thirsty.He nodded and picked up his beer glass.

Ibaraki grabbed another piece of fried chicken, he was eating seriously and seemed to have a good appetite.Shuten has strictly controlled the rhythm of life for many years, and naturally pays attention to health in diet, but now sitting here with him in the middle of the night, eating such a high-calorie supper, feels like returning to the high school and college days, with three or five friends wearing T-shirts and shorts Walking out of the school gate with flip-flops hunched over his shoulders, he had a lively drink and chatter at the barbecue stand late at night—the kind of carefree happiness that he hadn't felt for a long time.A new sense of joy arose in his heart, as if a window that had been closed for a long time was suddenly pushed open, and the young wind from another world came in.It's not bad, he thought, and it's not bad to be unhealthy once in a while.

——Having said that.

"Have you eaten too much? Are you going to sleep at night?"

Shuten watched in shock as Ibaraki quickly filled a whole cup of oden.

"It's okay, I didn't eat much just now, and it was all meat, so eat something else to balance."

After paying the bill, Ibaraki proudly held out the cup under his eyes. Vegetables such as shiitake mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots, seaweed, and radishes were bustlingly squeezed into the brown bonito kombu soup. along the outside.

Jiu Tun was speechless for a moment.

"It's okay, I can only draw when I'm full," Ibaraki entered the elevator with him, "I'm going to finish the draft tonight!"

"Oh? So ambitious?"

"No way, who made this your work, I can't hold you back."

"Ha, I don't know who was shouting that I can't draw."

"...I have no inspiration!" Ibaraki complained in a low voice, and the low voice echoed in the empty corridor in the middle of the night, "Why don't you make a suggestion, who do you want to be the title page of the first book?"

"Who does the cover?"

"Shuten-douji, of course, the number one male lead."

"Then Ibaraki-douji."

"It's okay, how do you think about your meme?"

Ibaraki went to touch the key with one hand, but somehow his hand slipped, the key dropped from his hand and fell to the ground, Jiu Tun picked it up and opened the door for him.

"It's not good. I'm not good at being cute and funny. I'll leave it to you. Please play freely."

"You're not good at it?" Ibaraki looked at him suspiciously, "Aren't you very good at writing about cute girls, how cute is Taohua Tsundere?"

"Everyone has things they're not good at, right? Don't you also yell every time you draw a plant?"

"I am me, you are you, my friend is such a powerful person, he is not good at it because he has done too little. On behalf of the readers, I urge you to work harder and break through yourself as soon as possible."

"Fuck you, you put it so lightly, show me how cute you are."

"I won't," Ibaraki took half a step back alertly, "I'm going to take a shower!"

This is not entirely an excuse, he should take a shower, and after eating hot oden in the midsummer night, the tip of this guy's nose is covered with fine sweat.

"Go, let you go today."

Shuten waved his hands like a gentleman, Ibaraki gave him a hey smile, turned and went into the bedroom.Shuten paced the room slowly, continuing to think about welfare issues.

Suddenly he had an idea.

"Hey, wait a minute," he yelled into the house where the sound of water was already ringing, "show me the original picture of the final version of the character set!"

"It's all on the computer desktop, you can see for yourself—"

Ibaraki also answered loudly.

I had no choice but to walk to his desk. The computer was in hibernation, and it lit up when I moved the mouse. There was no password. The desktop wallpaper was pure white and empty. There were game and software icons on the left. The folder lay on the right side of the screen, exactly like any he had seen before.

Which one is it?

——Shuten sat in the chair, looked at the name of the folder and guessed the contents.

This one.

—— He casually opened the folder named "Dajiangshan".

The moment the window popped up, he felt something was wrong.

The screen is full of black and white line drafts, and the size of the icons is big enough for Jiu Tun to see the content of the pictures clearly. Almost all of them are pictures of two people, without exception, all poses... are posted very close together, and there are a few pictures where you can tell that the two genders are the same ...Male, go down...he doesn't dare to look further down.

——What is going on with this large pile of R18? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Do you train your body?But you don’t need to draw such a detailed drawing of the human body, and generally speaking, it will be useful... Is there a need for the same-sex theme to practice the human body?Has Ibaraki ever published a commercial work on this subject?Private work?Personal hobby?No, no, no, guessing...

A string of uppercase WTF is flying around in Jiu Tun's mind. This kind of thing is like entering a folder where a friend puts porn... No, it's a million times more embarrassing than that. After all, porn is just an external product, these... ...Thinking that these are all drawn by Ibaraki himself, he is a little bit uncomfortable.

He wanted to close the folder, but at this moment a picture in the corner caught his attention. The composition was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He rolled the mouse down almost subconsciously, and the rest of the contents in the folder rolled up in front of his eyes. He scanned them one by one, and the more he looked at them, the more they felt strangely familiar.A solitary, black-and-white completed manuscript lay among a large pile of line drawings. He almost forgot to breathe, and moved the cursor up, feeling that a vague answer was about to come out.

- Double click.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the bathroom.

"Wait a moment!!!!"

Ibaraki ran out with bare feet in a panic, dripping from his body, ran to the table and stood still, first glanced at the screen.

"what happened?"

Jiu Tun asked calmly, thinking that his complexion at this time was probably not much better than the bare tabletop.

"...No—it's nothing." Ibaraki took a deep breath and bent down. "I'm afraid you can't find it. It's the 0512 folder."

"Okay, I happen to be thinking about it too."

Jiu Tun agreed with his mouth, and manipulated the mouse steadily with his hand to open the folder, and the familiar colored pictures of people came into view.

"Aren't you hurrying to dry your hair?"

His voice was also very steady, as if nothing had happened just now, so Ibaraki also relaxed, propped his right hand on the edge of the table, and quickly retracted it.

"Then, let's see first, and call me if you need anything."

Ibaraki gave a warning and walked away slowly.

After he returned to the room, Jiu Tun relaxed, put his hands on his forehead, and painfully let out the breath he had held for a long time.

Shuten Doji, a former financial risk strategy expert, is now a freelance creator. He has seen many storms and waves in his life, from business negotiations to drafts and abandoned pits. He can keep calm and solve problems at any time.But in the past few minutes, almost all the skills he has accumulated so far in his life have been fired.Thanks to his keen sense of hearing, fast hand speed, good risk judgment ability and expression management ability - he was thinking wildly, staring at the opened figure on the desktop, the red-haired Dajiangshan Ghost King looked cold and arrogant, A half-smile—he is not familiar with the world of painters, so he never imagined that even the same kind of ponytail can be painted with a hundred subtle differences by a hundred people.What's more, for an experienced painter, it's probably not impossible to change the painting style a little while doing fanfiction.If he hadn't seen a folder full of manuscripts in Ibaraki's computer, he probably wouldn't have believed that this guy was the fan artist who raved about him every day.

Drawing by Ibaraki Doji r18.

Ibaraki Doji draws a fan.

Ibaraki Doji draws the r18 fan of his works.

……

Jiu Tun felt that his brain had crashed due to data overload.

His arm slid down to rest on the edge of the table, but there was a little water on his skin.

He vaguely remembered that this was left by Ibaraki just now, and that guy ran out of the bathroom with his shirt on to look at the computer, and he must have also remembered this.He was really a mess at the time, his hair hadn't been wiped, and water droplets slid down his neck one by one, across his collarbone, chest, and abdomen—it seemed that the guy had indeed maintained a certain amount of exercise, that figure It can't be called strong, but there are still some muscles. The clear and strong muscle lines make the body look healthy, and the hair is not too obvious-he noticed a long time ago that the hair on Ibaraki's arms is also shallow The gray color is the same as his hair, so it looks like there is no body hair on the surface of the skin.The shower gel he used should be mint-flavored. Mint-based products can always bring an incomparable refreshing feeling in summer. When Ibaraki was standing beside him earlier, he didn't pay attention to the smell, but now He also faintly smelled a little cool breath, which removed the pungent and spicy taste of mint, but reminded him of the burning feeling reflexively, and his throat began to feel a little dry.

"Have any ideas?"

Shuten shuddered, and Ibaraki came out wiping his hair, wearing a short-sleeved top, which was a pity—what a pity?Shuten shook his head to shake off his inexplicable thoughts.After the shock just now, he had already completely forgotten about that unknown stalk, and he couldn't say anything, so he had to get up and leave the table: "No—I'm a little thirsty, is there any water?"

"Yes, there's still soda and beer in the fridge."

Ibaraki sat down in the chair and reopened the drawing software.

Liquor swallowed a can of soda water, and the cold soda flowing down his throat somewhat calmed him down.

He leaned against the table and looked at Ibaraki. The guy probably had some new ideas in the shower and was drawing something quickly. The towel was still covering his head, and the soft light gray fabric covered his upper half of his face. The tip of the nose, chin and slightly parted lips are exposed.

Shuten thought carefully about what he saw just now.After the initial shock, he calmed down and felt that there was nothing strange about this matter. After all, everyone has unknown interests and hobbies. That fanart is just one of the piles of vests that Ibaraki is hiding from—although it may be the most deadly one.As for eating food from each other, considering that there are originally the same two people behind the vest, it makes sense.The only thing that puzzles Jiu Tun is that Ibaraki is actually a CP fan. Before talking about projects or communicating privately, he never showed any such thoughts in front of Jiu Tun. On the contrary, as an editor, Aoyuki Deng and Ootengu are not very good at each other. Concerned about bringing the CP craze to the conference table, Shuten himself rarely participated in their discussions because he didn't care about it in the first place.

It seems that Ibaraki is still very cautious, he can't figure out the original author's attitude, so he chooses to cover up... How does that word say, "enclosed land is self-cut"?

Shuten wanted to laugh a little, but for some reason, the more he got in touch with Ibaraki, the more he felt that Ibaraki was really a cute guy.Looking at the fanaticism and honesty, in fact, he has his own sense of propriety in his heart. He is obviously a crazy fan, but even if he has such a good relationship with the original author, he will not interrupt rashly. Such a caring reaction makes him want to tease him. tease.

He walked over and stood beside Ibaraki, and with his sharp eyes, he could see that the human figure that had begun to take shape on the screen was clearly Shuten-douji.

"Don't you want to draw the title page?"

"Touch a fish first to find out how it feels."

"Oh... I have a question I want to ask you."

"What's the problem?" Ibaraki was about to close the interface.

"Do you read fans? I mean "Da Jiang Shan"."

At the same time, a dialog box pops up on the screen asking whether to save.

Ibaraki pressed the mouse reflexively.

……

Jiu Tun couldn't bear to say: "Hey... you, you seem to order it just now."

Ibaraki froze for a moment, then turned his head stiffly to look at him.

Jiu Tun strained the corners of his mouth, trying to calm him expressionlessly: "It's okay, it's fishing anyway... Are you okay?"

Ibaraki still had a dull expression on his face, Jiu Tun couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and rubbed his head through the towel: "It's my uncle's fault, I'm good at it, I shouldn't have talked to you, that's fine. "

"No, how can I blame you... Forget it, it's not the first time."

Ibaraki finally had a reaction, he leaned back in the chair dejectedly, tore off the towel and held it in his hand, and stopped moving.