You are too naive to think that you can delay the manuscript if you change the editor in charge

four

From that night on, Flamebird's life, which was once chaotic due to depression, got back on track.While revising the romance novel, he finally started writing the new light novel that he proposed to Du nearly two months ago.It's hard to say whether the latter development was because Du's personality charm slightly influenced Yanque, or it was purely because Du moved across from Yanque's house.The editor lives across from home, and for every writer, it is probably one of the top ten nightmares in life, but Yanque's nightmare is even more troublesome...

"Teacher, what soup did you cook today?"

"nothing dealing with you."

"Teacher, late at night is a good time to write a manuscript. Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it!"

"Teacher... tsk tsk, look at you, you haven't logged in to the game for so many days, how about your sense of responsibility to the guild?"

"It's not because of you, pervert!"

"Teacher, this chocolate milk is delicious~"

"Hahaha, right, this is me... No, stop! Put it down! Damn it, that's my chocolate milk!"

Since Du moved here, conversations like this have become Yanque's daily routine.Moreover, no matter what he talked about at the beginning, Du always has the ability to lead the topic to the same conclusion within three sentences-you should write the manuscript.

"Teacher, I'll just drink the soup for you, so I don't need to bother you. Alright, go write your manuscript."

"Teacher, it's so late, it's not safe for you to walk alone on the road. Well, go and write."

"Teacher, the members of the guild don't want to see you anyway, so don't make yourself sad. Alright, let's write the manuscript."

"Teacher, is there any more chocolate milk?"

"...Don't always think about my chocolate milk!"

Gradually, the flamboyants who didn’t play games developed a new hobby (touching) fun (fish) love (method) and good (style)—open the website that publishes rental information when you have nothing to do, and face the rows of spacious and bright , Convenience... The most important thing is that there is no room for rent to drool over.

However, thanks to Du's siege and interception, Yanque's new draft progressed very quickly, and it took only two-thirds of his previous time to complete it.On the day when the ending was written overnight, Yanque knocked on Du's door early in the morning, threw the printed manuscript to him, yawned and turned around to go back to sleep, but Du called him back and returned the manuscript to him.

"The teacher's original manuscript, I will receive it in a cafe near the company just like a real editor."

"You are already a real editor?"

Du rubbed his fluffy hair, sighed, "Teacher, do I have to say it? How hard did I go to force you to write such a small manuscript, just reach out and grab it, and when it's done, I feel very disadvantaged. No, I want to prolong the enjoyment."

What kind of logic is this, Yanque really can't understand, but under his exhaustion, he inadvertently reasoned with the neuropathy, waved his hand to signal "whatever you want", went home with the manuscript, fell asleep on the bed.

At six o'clock in the evening, Yanque saw that it was almost the time agreed with Du, packed the manuscript and planned to go out, but received a call from Du temporarily, saying that there was a problem at the printing factory and he had to go to see it, and it might not be resolved in a while. , rescheduled at eight o'clock.Yanque had nothing to do, and she didn't see Mr. Lian's review reply when she checked her mailbox, so she simply opened the long-lost "World Reorganization".Thinking about it, even Du couldn't go online and bomb him while fighting with the printing workers, right?

When the friends of the guild saw Yanque, they were afraid to approach Yanque at first. It wasn't until Yanque repeatedly stated that he had submitted the manuscript and that the car repairman would never show up, that they dubiously formed a team with him.Soon, the warm atmosphere of the past returned.After so many days, the game seemed very interesting, Yanque was addicted to it, completely forgot the time, and when he came to his senses, it was past eight o'clock.

He immediately picked up the manuscript and rushed out of the house. On the way, he realized that he should call Du to explain the situation first, but he found that he had forgotten his mobile phone at home.In desperation, he ran into the gloomy park at night and took a shortcut. All the people passing by from the corner of his eye were suspicious people no matter how they looked, and there were even some people wearing sunglasses at night, leaning on the motorcycle and puffing clouds. group.Flame Sparrow gave them a quick glance out of writer's curiosity, but one of the gang just happened to look up at him.

Oops, caught sight!

A cold sweat welled up all over his body, and Yanque immediately accelerated and ran wildly.He vaguely heard the noise, questioning, cursing and the roar of the locomotive engine coming from behind him. He dared not turn his head, and ran faster and faster. After running a few steps, his shoulder suddenly felt a sharp pain.He let out a cry of pain, and the file bag containing the manuscript fell to the ground.

"Why are you running?" The young gangster who grabbed him angrily pushed him forward.Yanque endured the pain and looked around, only to find that he was surrounded by men in sunglasses.They all looked at him silently, neither making a sound nor approaching him, their eyes covered by sunglasses were like pairs of cold black holes.Flame Sparrow was hairy all over, trembling uncontrollably, took a lot of effort to take out the wallet from his pocket, and said in a trembling voice, "That... I only brought these."

no respond.The men in sunglasses were eerily silent.

Stared at by those invisible eyes, the fear in Yanque's heart began to multiply, and all kinds of wild thoughts couldn't stop churning.These people don't look at their wallets, but keep looking at him. Could it be... Could it be... Could it be...

"...Wow, absolutely not!" Yanque was frightened by his own association and screamed, with a burst of strength out of nowhere, he pushed away the man in the sunglasses in front of him, and ran wildly.The rough shouts of those people came from behind, and soon, there were bursts of loud engine noise.Yanque lowered his head and ran for his life regardless.

The cold wind was bitter, and the cheeks, trachea, and lungs ached like being cut by razor blades.

The heart pounded against the chest cavity "thumping", almost jumping out of the body.

The roar of the engine was getting closer.

Tears of despair welled up in the corners of Yanque's eyes.

As if mocking his effort, the sound of the engine approached him easily, wrapping an arm around his chest.The moment his body flew into the air, Yanque closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the impact and pain.

However, he was just held firmly by the motorcycle rider, and a familiar whisper came from his ears——

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Flame Sparrow looked up at the rider in disbelief, and what caught his eyes—of course, was only the black helmet.However, he knew what the face under the helmet looked like even with his eyes closed.Because that face was so annoying, in the past month, whether he wanted it or not, that face was swaying in front of his eyes every day, and it almost became his nightmare.

"You, you, you, why are you here...Wow!!"

The rider makes a sharp turn on the locomotive, and gallops forward straight and steadily.Flame Sparrow's stomach churns, and Venus pops up in front of his eyes... No, it's not Venus, but dense car headlights.

The gangsters blocked in front.

"Don't go there to die!" Yanque shouted.Before he could stop crying, the locomotive stopped in front of the gangster, Yanque could even see his own face reflected in those sunglasses.He closed his eyes in despair.

There was the sound of a rider stopping and taking off his helmet.

Immediately afterwards, there was a cry of awe and surprise from the young gangsters.

"...Brother?"

……What! ?

Yanque opened his eyes in disbelief and turned his head.That's right, the young man standing beside him was undoubtedly Do Black, with that annoying nose, and that annoying mouth. There would never be another such annoying face in the world.

Even that annoying smile was still on his face.

"So, what's going on with a group of guys who have sworn to never disturb my life again and come after my most important writer..."

Du's gaze swept across the people in front of him one by one, his red eyes slightly curved without smiling, and dark anger surged in his frivolous tone.

"...Come on, explain to me."