little lover

Han Qiaoye had planned all the things he could do during the winter vacation, but he never expected that Zhuo Yifan would be arrested by the editor after just two days of playing, and he was holding him back to make a drawing for the winter vacation.

Zhuo Yifan's manga editor is a rational and calm older sister who is as warm as sunshine to authors who submit manuscripts, and as ruthless as autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves to authors who do not submit manuscripts.

The editor seized the time and urged Zhuo Yifan to deliver the manuscript. He stared at it from morning to night without giving him a chance at all. Zhuo Yifan's biological clock was very accurate.

Zhuo Yifan: "I'll make a call, okay?"

The editor said: "Use WeChat, we have a three-way connection, Mr. Zhuo, don't worry, I won't eavesdrop, I just turn off the sound and watch you play for a few minutes. You know, we are very tight on time, and the printing field is waiting for you The manuscript was printed, and the machines were all turned on..."

Zhuo Yifan compromised: "I see, then I'll send a text message."

Han Qiaoye only received sporadic text messages for several days—especially when the content was only a few words, he almost thought that Zhuo Yifan had been kidnapped.

Sun An had no choice but to send Boss Zhuo a video of the little boss working hard on a drawing, and then CC Han Qiaoye.

But not all the efforts were useful. Zhuo Yifan still missed the schedule in the end, so he could only draw a picture of himself kneeling begging for mercy and handed it to the editor.

The editor accepted this picture indifferently, and made a life-sized human-shaped stand and put it on the book fair.

The colleagues in the entire circle were swiped by this human-shaped vertical board almost overnight, and it was forwarded in various groups. All the authors who dragged the draft were rushing to work like chicken blood, and the delivery rate increased by 70% , the remaining 30% are thinking about how to draw a kneeling pose to look better.

All in all, the effect of using it as a warning to others is not bad, and the work of the editorial department has become much easier during this period of time.

Zhuo Yifan's dark circles appeared under his tired eyes, and he was exhausted physically and mentally. Han Qiaoye couldn't bear to disturb him and let him sleep well for two days.

To be precise, I slept for a day and a half.

When Zhuo Yifan woke up in a daze and was still thinking about "who am I and where am I", he heard the phone next to his pillow rang. He picked it up and listened for a while before he realized it was Fang Jingyao's voice.

Teacher Fang asked very softly: "Yifan, are you awake?"

Zhuo Yifan said: "Wake up, Master."

Teacher Fang smiled and said, "Then you come and find me. There is an art exhibition here at noon, which is pretty good. My uncle said to take us there to have a look, and have a meal together by the way."

Teacher Fang's network of contacts is wider than his. From the very beginning, he brought Zhuo Yifan all the way here, but neither of them paid much attention to these things. Fang Jingyao treats him like his own son and loves him. Thinking of him; Zhuo Yifan was more motivated by emotion, and he didn't care much about these things if he had money at home. He just missed his master. When Teacher Fang called him, he immediately agreed, got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and passed.

Zhuo Yifan arrived a little earlier than the agreed time, went there ahead of time to buy tickets and lined up, waiting for them to come in together.

Lu Ming joked, "Yifan is so kind to you."

Fang Jingyao said with emotion: "Raise children to guard against old age."

Lu Ming smiled and said, "I've raised you for so many years, and I haven't seen any good things. It's better to be obedient." Professor Lu seemed in a good mood, and looked amiable towards Zhuo Yifan, beckoning him over, saying "Yifan, I was talking about your master just now, and I would like to remind you by the way. Although you two are still young, you can't stay up all night and work all the time. Adjust your time and work during the day as much as possible, otherwise your health will not be able to bear it later."

Zhuo Yifan nodded, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Blame me, I was too playful before, and I didn't draw for a while, and I accumulated more and more."

Fang Jingyao was still protecting him, and also said there: "Actually, I have more inspiration at night..."

Lu Ming knocked his nephew on the head lightly, Fang Jingyao was not afraid of him at all, he was still smiling, Lu Ming himself was amused, and said: "You are the most difficult to manage, but that's okay, in the future it will be Long Yu Take responsibility, let me see if he still pampers you so much."

Zhuo Yifan also smiled at the side, and his eyes fell on his master, always a little bit reluctant.

Lu Ming led them forward slowly, while chatting with him in a low voice, looking at the paintings and exchanging opinions.They were walking, and a person came towards him at the corner, probably in a hurry, the coffee in his hand was spilled, Fang Jingyao protected Lu Ming, and half of himself was splashed.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly took a tissue and went up to wipe him off, and asked, "Are you all right, is it hot?"

The young man holding the coffee cup on the opposite side also apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?"

Fang Jingyao had a good temper and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, it's not too hot."

The thin-skinned young man on the opposite side blushed and insisted on compensating Fang Jingyao's clothes. After digging out for a long time, he didn't get any money from himself. When Zhuo Yifan began to suspect that the man was a liar, he watched the young man run away. After taking two steps, he stopped and said to them, "Wait for me to get off, I'll get the money!"

Lu Ming felt sorry for his nephew, so he wiped him for a while. Seeing the dirt on Fang Jingyao's clothes, he couldn't help but frown. Doesn’t it have a sense of splash-ink art? Hehe, it’s quite similar to the painting we saw just now..."

Just as he was talking, he saw that young man dragging a companion over. He was slightly taller than him, but his temperament was slightly cold. When he was dragged over, he just heard Fang Jingyao say this, and the expression on his face softened a little. The companion apologized, and handed over his business card to say that he would pay compensation: "I'm really sorry, I apologize to you on Tzuyu's behalf. This is my business card. Whether you go back to do the cleaning or buy a new set, it's all on me. Yes, just give me a call."

Fang Jingyao took it over to have a look, and was also amused. After looking at the other party for a while, he tried to talk to the young man next to him, "An Chijin and...Hou Ziyu?"

The young man holding an empty coffee cup was stunned for a moment, and said, "Who are you?"

Fang Jingyao reached out his hand, shook hands with him, and said, "I've known you for a long time, but we've been netizens for more than half a year, and we were still chatting about the storyboard of "Star Alliance Master"... Oh, I forgot to introduce, I am Fang Jingyao, a comic author .”

The young man on the opposite side immediately said: "Oh, it's you!" He stuffed the empty coffee cup into his companion's hand, and shook hands with Fang Jingyao warmly when he came over, "Hello, Teacher Fang, I still want to visit you this time. You, I really didn't expect to meet you like this!" He pointed to An Chijin and introduced to everyone, "This is An Chijin, the author of "Star Alliance Master", An Chi, Teacher Fang is a comic author, you two I've talked to this one before, but I haven't met him yet, hehe!"

Both sides are acquainted people, so it is easier to talk a lot, so we made an appointment to sit and chat in a coffee shop for a while.

Hou Ziyu is a novel editor, and An Chijin is a platinum online writer. Recently, many online novels have been adapted into comics. Fang Jingyao called Zhuo Yifan and brought him over to introduce him to Hou Ziyu.

Zhuo Yifan didn't care, he followed his master wherever he went.

The editor Hou Ziyu is very funny, and they are all young people. After a few words, he chatted with Zhuo Yifan. After hearing that Zhuo Yifan was "Zhuo Xiaohei", he immediately asked for an autograph. The little black cat asked for a character in Zhuo Yifan's new book by name, and said to him, "I'm going to frame this picture when I go back. My favorite is your "Blood Race". The storyline is really good!"

Zhuo Yifan's heart, which has been in the second year of middle school all the year round, was flattered, and immediately said: "Leave me an address, and I will mail you a set of my comic books later. The new one...although I didn't catch up It’s scheduled, but it will definitely be released before May, which is great!” It’s the book that he was forced to draw during the winter vacation, and there is still a finishing work left, and May is about the same time.

The small editor on the opposite side had excited eyes, and exchanged contact information with Zhuo Yifan without saying a word. He didn't have any works himself, but his master had works. Hou Ziyu said generously: "Well, I'll mail you two Set of An Chijin's new book, signed!"

An Chijin, the male TV guru who was drinking coffee by the side: "..."

Zhuo Yifan usually made friends with his master. Fang Jingyao made friends with this person, so he was naturally willing to hang out with them. Except for Luo Yi, he rarely disliked anyone.

Hou Ziyu came this time to make an appointment with other comic authors, but it was still early, and chatted enthusiastically with Fang Jingyao and Zhuo Yifan.After a while, editor Hou and others also arrived, and they were also acquaintances, but the atmosphere at the scene was cooled down just after they arrived.

When Luo Yi walked over, he was also in a complicated mood, but he tried his best to maintain a smile on his face.

Zhuo Yifan glanced at him, his originally smiling expression slowly subsided, and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

Luo Yi's plagiarism case was judged and he lost completely. It's embarrassing to see Fang Jingyao and Zhuo Yifan now.But he can't leave either. After all, it's different now. He begged for talents and found a friend from a former magazine to introduce the editor and the original work. He wanted to take on some work to adapt comics, so he could only bite the bullet and sit down and coughed. : "What a coincidence."

Zhuo Yifan originally only wanted to drink coffee and leave, but he didn't plan to leave now, so he sat there with a sneer and said, "It's a coincidence."

If no one else was around, Luo Yi could still brag about himself in front of the editor, but right now he couldn't utter a single word, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead after a few words.

He used to be able to boast that he was the mainstay of the industry, but now he robbed Fang Jingyao's studio, but almost everyone ran away, and he had to keep the studio running, which can be said to be quite embarrassing, especially in front of Fang Jingyao He blushed when he said such bragging words; boasting that he drew well, he copied half of Zhuo Yifan's pictures, and the letter of apology was still posted on the top of Weibo, you can find it by searching, in front of Zhuo Yifan He even dared not mention a single word in front of Fan; if he said that he had won the award, most of it was due to Fang Jingyao's relationship. At the beginning, Professor Lu's unceremonious laughter was heard on the opposite side.

Luo Yi was fidgeting, feeling that he didn't choose a good day when he went out, and he was here to be tortured.

Fang Jingyao lowered his head to play with his mobile phone. Zhuo Yifan was not as big-hearted as his master, and sat there staring at Luo Yi.

Lu Ming was also on guard at first, but before he could speak, Luo Yi was all turned back by Zhuo Yifan. The artillery fire was so powerful that it fired indiscriminately, and the suppressed Luo Yi couldn't lift his head.

Lu Ming's eyes fell on Xiao Baimao's side, with a smile in his eyes behind the lens, thinking that this kid is quite interesting.

Han Qiaoye counted the time to find Zhuo Yifan, but he obviously wasn't right with Teacher Fang. When he arrived, Sun An told him that he had gone to the exhibition hall. When he chased him all the way, the exhibition was over and the gates were closed. up.

Han Qiaoye stopped by the side of the road and called Zhuo Yifan. The child's voice was as proud as if he had just won a war: "Hey, what's the matter?"

Han Qiaoye didn't talk nonsense to him, and said directly, "Where are you, I'll look for you."

Zhuo Yifan reported his location to him. When Han Qiaoye went all the way to find him, he saw Zhuo Yifan standing in front of a cafe. The kid was quite sensible. He bought him a cup and sent it to the car. Putting in two extra pieces of candy, Han Qiaoye took a sip, and his anger subsided a lot. He glanced at him and said, "You came out with your master?"

Zhuo Yifan nodded, seeing that he didn't ask any more questions, he couldn't hold back and showed off again how he fought so hard that Luo Yi felt ashamed to leave.

Han Qiaoye couldn't help but look at him, and said, "It's ok, I thought you were not as good outside as you are at home, and I would have been relieved if I knew that." He thought for a while, and then said, "You can still come to the forum to help I fight."

Zhuo Yifan said: "Are you still playing on the forum? Why did you get pinched?"

Han Qiaoye smiled and said: "It's not me, it's my dad. He goes to a painting and calligraphy forum all year round. The old man likes to take pictures and post them. Everyone says they are fakes. He often fights with people because of this, but he applied for a certification a while ago. Yes, but there are also people who like to cause trouble and deliberately go against him."

Zhuo Yifan was eager to try: "Don't worry, leave it to me!"

Han Qiaoye said: "Then you have to be careful, if you are discovered, you will have to seal the title, and it will be very troublesome to untie it."

Zhuo Yifan's eyes lit up and he said, "I'm good at playing the trumpet!" Back then, when he pinched Luo Yi, he was on the front line, and as a qualified "Fang Chuan", this small skill must be mastered. !