A goblin who doesn't want to stir up trouble is not a good goblin

Aunt Zhao received a 1000 yuan grocery subsidy on her first day at work, and before half of it was used up, Mr. Su transferred her another [-] yuan.The down-to-earth Aunt Zhao panicked with the huge sum of money, and wanted to return it as soon as she went to work the next day.

Su Yiran was sitting at the table drinking porridge, Zhao Mi hadn't woken up yet, so he lay on the bed.After hearing Aunt Zhao's idea of ​​refunding the money, he handed her the paper at hand: "Buy these vegetables today."

Aunt Zhao took a look, venison, Japanese wagyu beef, sea cucumber, foie gras...all dishes she had heard of but never tried.

Su Yiran shared the store with her through WeChat: "Go to this store to buy, this store is all imported, if you don't have enough money, just ask."

Aunt Zhao was shocked, and it was even worse when she went there.

The life of the rich is really unimaginable.

Du Man also had a big impact, her family level is not high, her parents are ordinary wage earners, she occasionally eats lunch and dinner at Su Yiran's house, and the money spent accounts for one-tenth of her parents' annual income.

But she and Aunt Zhao had no inferiority complex, and only accepted Su Yiran's gift with enjoyment and gratitude.Aunt Zhao brought her son He Liao to write at Su Yiran's house on weekends.

So Zhao Mi had an extra task on the weekend—to tutor He Liao's composition.

Zhao Mi first looked at He Liao's previous composition, and found that the other party was so unbelievable that he used non-mainstream sentences in the style of love and love, which made him cover his face, feeling very ashamed.

"Turning around is an understatement of pain."

"It's not me in the mirror, it's my scarred heart."

"The sourness of lemonade is not one ten thousandth of the bitterness in my heart."

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It was too eye-catching, so Zhao Mi simply turned the rest upside down: "He Liao, you can't do this, write Wen Taizhong II."

In Zhao Mi's impression, the last time he was obsessed with non-mainstream sentences was in the second year of junior high school, at an ignorant age, he made a special excerpt book and copied records on it.Later, in the third year of junior high school, I saw more works of masters, and when I looked back at the excerpts, I couldn't bear to look at them.

Secondary to outrageous.

He Liao is 1.8 meters tall, studies science, and is very talented in physics and chemistry. Zhao Mi heard from Aunt Zhao that he won the first prize in national physics in his sophomore year.

"Teacher," Aunt Zhao asked He Liao to come forward and ask him to be more respectful, not to call him by his name directly, but to call Zhao Mi "Teacher Zhao", "Don't call me He Liao, call me He Liao. "

Zhao Mi was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, he repeated, "Why tease?"

"Yes, I'm very flirtatious." He Liao raised his hand and placed it directly on the back of Zhao Mi's chair.

Zhao Mi straightened his back and left the chair.Earlier Su Yiran talked about writing in the studio, but Zhao Mi was afraid of disturbing Du Man's painting, so he stayed downstairs with He Liao and wrote on the dining table.At this moment, Aunt Zhao was busy in the kitchen, so she didn't realize that He Liao started to disrespect the teacher.

Zhao Mi knew that this person had a second-year middle school illness, so he put up the airs of a teacher and unfolded the composition volume to be written today: "You write first, and I will comment after finishing. I need to use these materials."

Progress needs to be made little by little. Zhao Mi stipulated the material and delineated the scope in advance, so that He Liao could grasp the writing skills and not be blind.

He Liao withdrew his hand and murmured to himself: "The teacher is so indifferent, I didn't even touch him."

Zhao Mi: "...be more serious...call me brother."

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"Liu Ying" is roughly divided into three volumes for Nuomi Ci from five to six years old, six to seven years old, and seven to eight years old.Because the content is too much, it is divided into strips and serialized in several volumes. The comic book that Du Man needs to publish is only the first volume.

Su Yiran looked at the first drawing she drew, and was quite satisfied. Po posted the style on Weibo in advance, and the fans of Nuomi Ci screamed, and the cute little buns would appear in the comic book soon, everyone was very excited expect.

A netizen left a message: I can finally sleep with Nuomi Ci in my arms.

Su Yiran stared at this comment and follow-up comment, and smiled: I hold Nuomi Ci in my arms every day.

Du Man worked for three days, and found out the importance of Zhao Mi in Su Yiran's heart. She was cool at work, and she took off her mask during non-working hours. She was just a girl. She looked at Su Yiran smiling at Weibo, and tilted her head: "I also have Weibo, do you want to pay attention?"

"Huh?" Su Yiran raised his eyes, "Painting at night?"

"Yes, in fact..." Du Man spread his hands, "I drew you and Zhao Mi the day before yesterday... But don't worry, my Weibo only has [-] fans, and I'm still a zombie fan. If you don't want to, I'll delete it .”

"I gonna go see."

Su Yiran clicked on the Weibo homepage of Morning Painting and Evening Food, and the profile read: Du Man, a sweet little painter.The total number of Weibo is no more than five.The latest one is a short manga that was updated casually, which depicts Su Yiran and Zhao Mi having dinner.

Aunt Zhao does what she buys. She has been preparing lunch since [-]:[-] in the morning, and can cook it for two and a half hours. The night before, she even made a pot of Buddha jumping over the wall.Zhao Mi looked at the table of dishes dumbfounded: "So much..." It's all money...

Su Yiran was quite satisfied, she pulled him to sit down, served him a bowl of soup: "I'll nourish your body."

Du Man updated the manga the day before yesterday with a simple scene of eating, and no one left a comment. Su Yiran watched it and gave her a thumbs up: "You drew Zhao Mi beautifully."

Du Man captured Zhao Mi's features and drew a resemblance. Although "Liuying" is also based on Zhao Mi, the five- or six-year-old Zhengtai is drawn, which is still somewhat different from the 19-year-old boy.

Su Yiran put down her phone, leaned on the table and asked her, "Are you interested in taking another order?"

"Paint Mr. Su and his lover?" Du Man looked up at Su Yiran's happy expression and guessed.

"No, change your name." Su Yiran took her downstairs for lunch, "God Su and his little monster."

Su Yiran has recently been thinking about writing a goblin article based on himself and Zhao Mi, but the structure of the story has not been clarified yet. If Du Man is willing to serialize it in the form of comics, it will be much easier to write the article—just write the dialogue And scenes, and compared to novels, comics are more suitable for the content of their own ideas.

Du Man was eager to try: "Yes, it just so happens that there are not many classes in the sophomore year, and there will be even fewer classes in the third year in the future. I am sure that I can draw this well."

When the two of them turned the corner, Zhao Mi lowered his voice and hurriedly said, "Hey! Don't fall for me!"

Su Yiran looked down and saw that Zhao Mi's back was straight, He Liao put his hand on his chair, leaned over to support his chin: "Brother, it's too difficult."

Su Yiran's face turned dark, and she walked down three steps at a time, and pulled He Liao's hand from the chair: "Have you finished writing the composition?"

He Liao raised his eyelids and sat up straight in an instant: "Brother Su."

Su Yiran's aura is strong, in He Liao's description, his whole body is full of kingly aura.

So He Liao was a little apprehensive.

"Well, let me take a look at the composition." Su Yiran pulled the paper on the table, and saw the correct font, the content in the pen was empty, and the material was rigidly applied, "Why don't you change your material?"

"It's too difficult." He Liao lay on the table. "Writing essays is even more difficult than chasing girls. I usually write some love stories, and girls catch up with me."

Su Yiran didn't know how Aunt Zhao raised such a son, so she unceremoniously hit him on the head with the paper: "I don't care how you chase after girls, but don't touch Zhao Mi."

"Su Ge, Su Ge," He Liao is still a high school student after all, no matter how tall he is, he is immature, and he has a set of admiration for the gods of Internet literature, "How do you write such beautiful novels? Teach me."

"On your level?" Su Yiran took Zhao Mi's head with one hand, inserted five fingers into the other's hair and rubbed gently, and threw the test paper back with one hand, "Score 42 for the composition first."

He Liao looked suspiciously at Su Yiran rubbing Zhao Mi's head, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Mi's shoulder: "Brother Su, don't move."

Su Yiran's face turned dark, he directly pulled Zhao Mi up, sat across from him and hugged him: "Is he touching you like this this morning?"

Zhao Mi was embarrassed, and looked at He Liao who was stunned and Du Man who was indifferent: "No, I haven't met."

"This kid doesn't study hard, he has a lot of tricks." Su Yiran hugged him effortlessly, and said, "Go to the studio for tutoring in the afternoon."

When it was time to eat, Aunt Zhao put all the dishes on the table, and then Su Yiran let Zhao Mi down, and pulled the chair beside him to ask him to sit down.He Liao was so shocked by the reality that he fell silent, and when he regained his composure, he clapped his hands excitedly: "Brother Su, you're so handsome!"

The second-year boy's thinking was extremely jumpy, and Zhao Mi watched him being hit with chopsticks by Aunt Zhao: "I don't look like eating!"

He sat down listlessly, and winked at Zhao Mi within five seconds. His eyes were full of meaning, and Zhao Mi didn't understand any of them.It was really a headache to teach such a middle school boy, Zhao Mi ate two extra bowls of rice at noon.

Everyone at the table stopped their chopsticks, Zhao Mi was still eating, and He Liao said again, "Brother, will it be hard for you to go to the toilet?"

…… Zhao Mi paused, put down his chopsticks, and said seriously, "It's okay."

"Oh," He Liao answered, stood up, "upstairs?"

He walked in front, Du Man followed, and Su Yiran led Zhao Mi to the end, discussing with him in a low voice: "Why don't you stop teaching? He is very worried."

"It's just a little skinny. There's no reason to give up halfway at the beginning. I can definitely teach it well." Zhao Mi whispered softly, holding Su Yiran's hand very hard, and went upstairs step by step.

The four went to work separately, and He Liao started to let himself go again, asking questions non-stop.He looked down at the test paper, wrote two lines and said, "Brother, tell me how Brother Su chased you before."

"..." Zhao Mi blushed when he asked, thought about it, and said, "Call me for a chat."

"Oh, let's chat." He Liao wrote "chat with someone you like" in the blank space of the test paper, "what do you want to chat with? Love talk?"

"No," Zhao Mi covered his face, "talk about history and literature."

"Oh, talk about what you are good at." He Liao wrote this sentence down in the blank space of the test paper again.

Su Yiran threw a ball of paper from the air and hit He Liao on the head: "Don't think about messy things, you are puppy love."

He Liao caught it with one hand and stood up excitedly: "Brother Su, if Brother Zhao wants to have a puppy love with you, will you agree?"

Zhao Mi's eyes immediately drifted over, and he also wanted to know the answer to this question.

Su Yiran coded without raising her head: "Of course I don't agree."

Zhao Mi's eyes darkened for a moment.

"But," Su Yiran raised his head, "I will keep an eye on him, and pursue him when I grow up."

Zhao Mi blushed a little, lowered his eyelids, and stared at the pen and paper in front of him.

"Wow," He Liao looked back and forth, sat down and took notes very carefully, "Shoot when it's time to do it."

Su Yiran said at the other end: "Don't burden Zhao Mi, learn quickly."

"Oh." He Liao nodded understandingly, and wrote the words "protecting his wife" in the blank space.

Zhao Mi looked at it, feeling a wave of shyness in his heart, and said in a small voice, "I'm writing."

The author has something to say:

You little goblins who are not enough, I will suffer from kidney deficiency!

Hold on, okay? ?Love my kidneys!