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Under the management of Fu Yansheng and others, the matter of the women's dormitory did not spread widely.After they were discharged from the hospital, they changed dormitories and received punishments of varying degrees.The counselor contacted the parents and asked them to take the child home to see a psychiatrist.

So far, the matter has been preliminarily resolved, and the students have also devoted themselves to the intense final review.The two libraries and the major self-study rooms were full of people from [-] am to [-] pm. Every time Tang Qizhen passed by, he could feel a tense atmosphere.

Although he doesn't have endless books and questions to memorize, he has endless manuscripts and editorial calls, and his body shape is his worst part, and he has to consider every stroke for a long time.Fu Yansheng didn't contact him for several days, but when he was on duty in the monitoring room, he discovered that he was teaching art and painting.

Fei Zhibai is much more relaxed. He has a regular schedule every day, and he doesn't forget to put his textbooks under his pillow before going to bed.Once when Fu Yansheng went back to bed, he saw the three of them taping the headphone cable to the back of their hands with tape, and "intravenous injection" while tying up textbooks, like a mysterious ritual unique to medical students.

For some reason, he wanted to laugh a little. He felt that life has become much lighter since he met Tang Qizhen, and even the silly roommates who are usually not used to him have become a lot more interesting.

After several days of fierce fighting, Tang Qizhen finally finished the revision of the manuscript after consultation with the store manager years ago, and got the manuscript fee.It's a pity that this semester's exam schedule is too tight, everyone is reviewing, and there is no atmosphere of Chinese New Year in the school.Even the senior didn't come to pester him, but just sent a sentence "Happy New Year" at midnight.

But their design department is the department with the fewest exams in the whole school and the earliest leave, so they endured it and went home on vacation.While other students were still scratching their heads in the examination room, Tang Qizhen had already packed his suitcase and got on the plane home.

His hometown of D province has no winter all year round, and the high temperature is still over 20 degrees at this moment.As soon as Tang Qizhen got off the plane, he went to the bathroom to take off his wool coat and sweater one by one, and put on his familiar T-shirt.Looking at the bright sunshine outside the window and hearing the familiar dialect, he wished he could immediately shout to the sky: Lao Tzu is back!

But before he got excited, news came out one after another after his mobile phone was connected to the Internet. His mother left him a message saying: Ah Zhen, your father is still working on design in the new district, and your mother is going to Malaysia for an exchange. Return on the 18th.Let Chen Ma cook some dishes for you when you get home.If you have time, go to the studio and learn how to engrave seals with your Brother Ah Shui.

"..." As if cold water had been poured on his face, he went around from the airport to the subway station, and returned home alone with a suitcase of more than ten kilograms.Chen's mother has already prepared meals, in addition to pickled pork with pickled vegetables, steamed sea bass, and his favorite candy.After eating and drinking, Tang Qizhen chatted with Chen Ma for a while.

His parents are busy with work, they are the nanny who brought him up since childhood, they are as close as grandparents.Chen's mother traveled thousands of miles to the north to study, distressed and happy, walked around him a few times, and asked him if he was used to eating and living.

Tang Qizhen answered patiently one by one, and then heard her ask: "I heard from your father that you are already doing independent design now? What about design?"

"Huh?" Tang Qizhen, who had been answering fluently, was momentarily at a loss for words. Thinking of the little skirt that had just handed in the manuscript not long ago, he felt guilty, and lied casually, "I am studying comic design and found a part-time job as an apprentice."

"Then you should be able to earn some living expenses, right? We, Ah Zhen, are really promising."

It happened that the editor sent a message, Tang Qizhen glanced at it, and said with an elegant and polite smile: "There is still something to do with the teacher, I will go back to my room first."

Walking back to the study, seeing the books in the cabinet, a familiar feeling came to my heart.Tang Qizhen slumped on a chair for a while, while reading the editor's news.

The manufacturer has already finished the samples, because the factory is in province D, and the samples can be delivered within a day.

He replied with a thank you, and the editor asked again: Do you know the comic exhibition of Anidesign?

Of course he knows that, as the largest original animation exhibition in China, Anidesign has successfully held more than 20 sessions, and those who can get the booths are some well-known Chinese comics and big IP fans. It can be said that it is the place that every animation student yearns for.The exhibition hall for this year's Spring Festival is located in City D, and there are still more than half a month to pre-sell tickets, and Tang Qizhen is already gearing up.

Is it free tickets for pigeon farm benefits?This is too touching!

A plate of mosquito coils sent another long conversation: Pigeon Farm has a booth at AD28, and I plan to invite a few resident painters to participate. Your new style will be pre-sold soon, and you are famous for designing Lolita. Consider wearing your own design skirt attended?

? ? ?Tang Qizhen stared at the screen, dumbfounded.

What did the editor say?Wearing a small skirt designed by myself...going to the comic exhibition?

I am a man!man!

1.7 meters five real big man, wearing a fart skirt!

He was suddenly struck with thunder, and after careful consideration, he realized that the editor really didn't know his gender. They had known each other for nearly four years, and they were all chatting by typing, without even sending a single voice.

[No, I can dress up as a woman! ] He hastened to reply.

[Why not?The wife's painting style is so sweet, she must be a kind-hearted plmm, right? ]

Before he could reply, the editor said: The manga exhibition is near your home, aren't you still a student, you must be free to go during the Lantern Festival, right?If you have time, you should also promote yourself and improve...

fuck youTang Qizhen was so angry that he almost dropped his phone, pounded on the table, and spoke in dialect: "What? No! It's a boy! A boy!"

After this voice was sent out, Tang Qizhen felt that the world was quiet.The editor was silent for a long time, and sent him a string of ellipses.

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Tang Qizhen looked at the screen, wanting to cry but no tears.

His voice not only proved his gender, but also sounded tender, like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.

[You are a boy, why did you pick up the fanfic list of male and male CP when you first entered the pigeon farm?Can you still draw such a girly little skirt?Don't tell me that I'm forced to make ends meet... Sister doesn't believe [cover face and cry]] Miss editor's heart is also broken.

In fact, from the perspective of onlookers, Tang Qizhen's various behaviors are indeed like a girl, and now he seems to be a little rotten boy.But Tang Qizhen felt that he could still save it, and said stubbornly: "It was because of my livelihood. I was still young at that time, so I just followed the trend of the times."

He didn't know what kind of mental journey "Miss Mosquito Coil" had gone through on the other end of the phone. After a while, she asked again: Then how tall are you?

Tang Qizhen didn't think too much, and answered truthfully.

[What about measurements? ]

[I haven't measured it specifically, I weigh 142 pounds, and I look a little fat...]

[Neither fat nor fat, you are 175, just like the high-cold Yujie style, and it goes well with your skirt. ]

[What do you want to do again? ] Tang Qizhen was shocked.

[Mrs. Sweet Sugar, you have to believe in our supernatural make-up techniques, and you will be absolutely beautiful and handsome by then. ]

Tang Qizhen became petrified again, only to see a message from the editor: The samples will arrive tomorrow, remember to sign for receipt~