That facial paralysis you dropped your book

However, no matter how delayed, the first day of junior high school will always go to the fifteenth day.After playing with the little princess dress-up for an entire hour, Guo Jie felt that he had the urge to vomit when he saw the word "little princess".

Reluctantly, he clicked on the editor's dialog box, and Guo Jie was like a thunderclap.

Langweixian: Guo Jie! ! !Are you there? ! ! !

Lang Weixian: The boss of the manuscript is not satisfied, it must be revised!Did you hear me? !

Lang Weixian: Hey, did you hear that? !

Then the editor sent a long list of "Did you hear?" Guo Jie had no intention of reading it. He just looked at the four words "must be revised" and fell into a long thought.

As a painter, the most annoying sentence is "unsatisfied, rebuild".After all, everyone's aesthetics and requirements are different, and sometimes the revised drawing may be dozens of times uglier than the original.Guo Jie felt that he had put forward his highest standard to complete the draft this time, but he never expected that the boss would throw him such a light "dissatisfied" and ask him to revise the draft.

Guo Jie suddenly had the urge to flip the table, and really wanted to tell the editor that he quit, but... Guo Jie thought about the meal he had just had outside, and then thought about the balance in his card, and finally revealed He made a flattering expression, even though the other party couldn't see how lewd/slutty his smile was through Kou Kou.

Pot cover: good edit!yes edit!Tell me what the boss needs, and I will definitely satisfy it!

Langweixian: You wait.

It hadn't been more than 5 minutes since the editor's message was sent, when Guo Jie's cell phone rang.Seeing the incomparably clear "boss" in big characters on the caller ID, Guo Jie felt a little desperate.Can he only communicate with the editor?He really doesn't want to talk to the boss anymore, the boss's speech style is too easy to make people feel what is despair.

When the phone rang the fifth ring, Guo Jie finally answered the green answer unwillingly, and the boss's deep voice immediately rang in his ears.

"Why so slow?"

The boss was obviously on fire, with a cold tone, every word seemed to be tied to an ice pick, and he stabbed towards the person every minute.And he was the one who got poked.

"Sorry, boss, I was just thinking about how to revise the manuscript, but I didn't hear the phone ringing, hehehe..."

Guo Jie smiled obsequiously, but coupled with the voice of his big man who picked his feet, it made people feel wretched no matter how he heard it, like a gangster who wanted to ruin another family's young girl.

As a voice control, Lu Chen couldn't help frowning, and the already unattractive expression on his face became even more unhappy.However, Guo Jie didn't have the special skill to observe other people's faces through the phone line, so he continued to smile obscenely at the phone: "Boss, why are you calling me?"

"Aren't you going to revise the manuscript? I'll make some requests for you."

Hearing the boss's increasingly displeased voice, Guo Jie couldn't help swallowing saliva quietly, he laughed dryly twice, subconsciously nodded and bowed to the air: "Hey, tell me, why do you say I'll change it, Will it work?"

"First of all, the painting of your first sect is really..."

Guo Jie had no idea that he had simply become the target of his boss's anger. He endured the boss's scolding without tears, and resigned himself to his fate by using the notepad that came with the computer. They were recorded one by one.

Looking at the nearly 20 requests put forward by the boss, Guo Jie felt that the boss must have experienced male menopause [-] years earlier. These ones are either nonsense, or nitpicking, or they are clearly loyal to the original. Setting details changed to Siberia.

Looking at the requirements listed on the screen, Guo Jie suddenly felt like crying.

Mushrooms, blue skinny.

After venting at the little painter, Lu Chen suddenly felt a little bit of guilt in his heart after hanging up the phone. He seemed to regard the little painter whose voice and face didn't match well as a venting sandbag. "After a meal, a bunch of messy revision requests were made.

Lu Chen sighed, and rubbed his temples weakly. He was afraid that he would return to the temperament of losing his temper at innocent people as soon as he was affected by his emotions. He was really afraid of something.

Looking at the phone in his hand in a daze, he turned on the screen again and again, unlocked the screen, and locked the screen again and again. After going back and forth a dozen times, Lu Chen finally came to his senses.He threw the mobile phone on the table, but suddenly remembered that he seemed to have made some strange requests to Xiaohua. He seemed to have made a request to paint Shaolin monks as white-haired shemale, and he seemed to have made a request to draw a Wudang monk. Changing the Taoist priest's elegant Taoist robe into a short cheongsam with slits on the upper body and large long johns with crotch on the lower body? !

Lu Chen's eyes widened in horror, and he couldn't help but make up a little bit in his head, but he was almost disgusted by his own thinking.He hurriedly picked up the mobile phone that was left on the table, and after unlocking it, he found the number of the little painter and dialed it. After the phone rang twice, a sweet female system voice came from his ear: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently On the phone. Sorry..."

Knowing that the little painter might have hung up on his phone, Lu Chen still did not intend to give up. He hung up the phone hastily and dialed again.This time the bell rang three times, and then it was the familiar system tone again.Lu Chen was still not discouraged, he repeated the whole set of actions again, and this time, the bell rang four times!Then……

"Sorry, the number you dialed is on the phone..."

Lu Chen gritted his teeth angrily, hung up the phone angrily, and called the little painter again.There is no way, if the little painter is really asked to change the manuscript according to what he just said, the consequences... will be unimaginable.

This time, what came from the receiver was no longer the familiar system tone that changed after a few rings, but...

"Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off. Sorry..."

Lu Chen had no choice but to hang up the phone, but he still didn't intend to give up, or said he couldn't give up. He called up the button list, only to find that the little painter's head looked gray and gray, obviously not online.But remembering the incident when the little painter was invisible online, Lu Chen still poked him twice hopefully.

Lu: Are you there?

Lu: Don't change it as I just said, let's talk about it again!

Lu: Hello? !

However, the little painter's button has never been answered. Lu Chen can now confirm that the little painter is indeed offline, and he suddenly feels that he is a bit self-inflicted and can't live.After thinking about it, I still opened the editor's dialog box.

Lu: I didn't think clearly just now, and I made some messy requests to him. His mobile phone is turned off now, and I can't contact him.If he submits the manuscript tomorrow, you have to be mentally prepared.

A small editor who was just about to go to bed saw the message from the boss, and felt sleepy. She sent a reply to the boss without tears, and then leaned on the head of the bed like a fool, looking at the pure white ceiling.

She really wants to change her boss.

However, Mr. Lu, the boss who was the instigator, didn't know these things at all. After confirming that Lang Weixian had received his message, he turned off the computer and was about to go to sleep.

However, in the Academy of Fine Arts in the same city, Guo Jie was still lying in front of the table, looking at the manuscript with a look of despair, a Q version of the Wudang Taoist priest wearing a short cheongsam with high slits on the upper body and long johns with slits on the lower body. , This is so...how can he draw it?