If the reminder fails, you will be teased

The person who called is a direct senior of Luo Wangshu University. He once served as a class assistant for their class in Luo Wangshu University. He is a student who has attracted attention from the school in the past few years. His planning ability is very strong, and his name can always appear in the list of major events.

And Luo Wangshu is completely opposite to him. At the beginning of his freshman year, he was not encouraged by his seniors and sisters to join many clubs like the freshmen at the same level. The later on, the more clear-headed he is in handling his personal time, he only wants to be himself If you are interested, you have no enthusiasm for activities, and you won't spend energy and time on other things unless you ask him to help in person.

After the call was connected, the senior also skipped unnecessary greetings and directly sent a straight ball.

Every September, there will always be several news about the new students in colleges and universities appearing in important positions on the news page.Whether it is a national key university or an ordinary university, many universities will launch many new ideas, and Luo Wangshu's school is no exception.

This year, I want to turn all the photos on the freshman information into art works, divide the areas according to the departments and classes, and draw a picture scroll of a scale that cannot be underestimated, as a gift for the freshmen.

The amount of work to draw the picture scroll is not low, and the quality must be ensured. Naturally, it will take a lot of time. Most of the participants in the drawing are local students. Luo Wangshu's home is not close to Beijing, so he didn't bother him at first.

However, the students who are in charge of the next direct line in Luo Wangshu's class don't know what's wrong, and the finished products are getting more and more perfunctory. If this kind of work is moved out during the orientation, it may smash the school's signboard, and it's not satisfactory even after several changes , The students themselves feel sorry for themselves and feel guilty.

Now that freshmen are approaching the start of school, it is only natural that Luo Wangshu, whose internship is about to end, comes to mind.To put it simply, the senior called him because he hoped that he could return to school early to save his class.

"No problem." Luo Wangshu agreed without hesitation. "I'll try to get back as soon as possible." After saying this, his heart sank, and he couldn't help casting a glance in the direction of Guo Yi's office.

"It's best to arrive early, you can't and you don't have to force it." The senior's side is probably not clean, and the voice of someone talking comes over from time to time. "I'll pass on your next session's data compression package to you first. Take a quick look at it when you have time. You probably have some ideas. You won't be in a hurry when you officially start writing."

"Okay." After saying goodbye, Luo Wangshu hung up the phone and let out a soft breath.

If Qiao Wei knew that he was going to school early, he would definitely have trouble with him.Luo Wangshu raised his other hand to straighten his collar, feeling a little bit reluctant.He called Luo's mother and told her that he was going to school early.

Luo's mother can't come back now, so she squeezed the time to tell him not to forget to bring something, and she was a little disappointed: "You are only busy with your vacation this year, and you even leave so early for school. If there is time, your dad and I will rush back Prepare something for you."

"It's okay, no need." Luo Wangshu didn't want to cause trouble for his parents, every year he emphasized that he could do it, but every year Luo's mother wanted to help him pack his things and send him to school. "I can do it by myself, and besides, I'll be back on Eleventh. Even if I forget to bring something, I can come back and get it."

"That's right." Mother Luo laughed a few times at the other end before continuing. "Anyway, you have other people around to help you now, so that person won't miss my worries."

Luo Wangshu was blocked all of a sudden, so he could only laugh a few times in embarrassment.

When Luo Wangshu returned to the editorial department, he saw that Qiao Wei had moved another chair from nowhere, occupying the right area of ​​his seat, and was propping up his elbows, not knowing what to write.

Luo Wangshu walked over and looked down, Qiao Wei was actually practicing writing.

"It's been a long time since I've written Chinese with a pen. I'm a little rusty. I'll practice my hand first." Qiao Wei didn't turn around, and didn't wait for Luo Wangshu to ask him, and told him in a soft voice.

Luo Wangshu sat down next to him, and took a closer look. Qiao Wei wrote the word "Jing Xing" on the paper. There were more than a dozen names signed from top to bottom. , Luo Wangshu thought about the font he wrote, and suddenly felt unbalanced.

Why is it that a guy who grew up in Italy can write Chinese better than him? It is obvious that he is the one who has been influenced by oriental culture since he was a child.

"Are you going to sign a new book?" The mouse on the computer was on Qiao Wei's side. After he came back, Qiao Wei closed the pen cap and put his fingers crossed on the table.Luo Wangshu directly crossed his arm, with Qiao Wei's wrist under his forearm, holding the mouse to open his mailbox, the senior had already sent him the compressed package that he had agreed upon.

"En." Qiao Wei replied in a good mood, and the end of the speech rose happily. "Before your internship is over, we'll be sharing the same seat."

Luo Wangshu turned to look at him blankly, blinked his eyes, and pointed his index finger on the table: "Here?"

"Here you are." Qiao Wei nodded affirmatively.

"It's almost not mine anymore." Luo Wangshu didn't know that Qiao Wei and Guo Yi asked to stay in Ruiyi to complete the signing work, and he couldn't think of the reason why Qiao Wei was happy. "Is Guo Yi busy now?"

"I didn't notice." Qiao Wei spoke the truth.

"I have to talk to her about resignation." Luo Wangshu looked at him and said helplessly. "It's embarrassing to have to trouble her."

Qiao Wei let go of his fingers, and pinched the outside of his arm: "By the end of August, your internship will be over. There is only less than a week. Ruiyi must be prepared, so you don't have to worry."

"It turned out that the agreed deadline is the end of August..." Luo Wangshu was only halfway through speaking, when he saw the scratches on the side of Qiao Wei's neck from the corner of his eye, his heart beat soared, and he hurriedly broke away from Qiao Wei's hand pull up.

Qiao Wei was amused by his actions, and raised his chin slightly in cooperation, allowing him to fasten himself an extra button, teasing him in a low voice: "virtuous."

Luo Wangshu raised his eyes to stare at him, and snorted: "But I have something to do, so I have to leave early."

Qiao Wei was stunned, and asked him after a few seconds: "What's the matter?"

"There is a shortage of manpower in the school, and I need to help." Luo Wangshu secretly glanced at Qiao Wei's face and explained. "I would like to go back to school tomorrow if I can."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Wei's eyebrows frowned immediately. Whether it was the sudden change in his eyes or the corners of his mouth that followed, he clearly conveyed a message that he was very dissatisfied.

"Will Guo Yi agree?" Luo Wangshu blinked.

Qiao Wei took a deep breath, it was not good to speak loudly in the editorial department, and it was not good to make big movements, so he could only secretly pinch Luo Wangshu's palm: "Why don't you ask me if I will?" agree."

Did this little guy do it on purpose, or did God play him on purpose.I just told Guo Yi that I would stay in Ruiyi to get the signature done before September, and then Luo Wangshu told him that I wanted to go back to school as soon as possible tomorrow.Knowing that this would happen, Qiao Wei waited for the printing work to be completed before mentioning the signature.

"You will definitely agree." Luo Wangshu had anticipated that Qiao Wei would be unhappy, and coaxed him with a soft smile, but afraid that the editor next door would hear it, he picked up the pen that Qiao Wei had put down and wrote on the draft paper: You are the best, you will definitely support me in whatever I want to do.

Looking at the line of words, Qiao Wei twitched his eyebrows, and the center of his eyebrows parted a little. He took out the pen in his hand and continued to write under that sentence, sighing helplessly: Well, everything depends on you.

Just as Luo Wangshu laughed, a prompt box for a new email popped up on the bottom right of the computer screen, which was sent by Guo Yi.Luo Wangshu immediately put aside the matter of "it's up to you" and touched the mouse to open the email.

The content of the email was only one sentence: [Let Qiao Wei take a look at the design of the bookmarks. If you are satisfied, pick a pair and print them out in the afternoon. 】The following attachment is followed by a picture file.

Luo Wangshu was stunned for a second, not understanding why Guo Yi would send this email to him. If Qiao Wei needed to read it...shouldn't it be sent to Qiao Wei himself?

Qiao Wei put her hand directly on the back of his hand, moved the mouse to download and open the attachment, and explained, "The chair I'm sitting on now was moved out of her office."

In other words, Guo Yi knew that Qiao Wei was sitting next to Luo Wangshu.

Luo Wangshu raised his hands to cover his face, the covered brows and eyes were full of horror.

The bookmarks are designed in pairs, with one upper part and one lower part. There are eight different versions in total, and the small ideas implied are also different.It took so much thought to just a small bookmark with the book, no wonder the culture of sharpness has come to this day.With strength and endurance, you can be famous in any industry.

"How about this pair?" Qiao Wei asked Luo Wangshu for his opinion.

What Qiao Wei showed Luo Wangshu was the third pair. It looks relatively simple in appearance, but after the physical bookmark is made, there will be a small mechanism mentioned in the novel on the front, although it cannot be as detailed as described in the book , is enough to make people's eyes shine.

There is an equally thoughtful note hidden in the organ, which is deliberately designed to look dilapidated, printing a crucial signal in the novel, and the bookmark will also add the protagonist's classic lines, as for the handwriting, it will be authentic.From a certain point of view, it can also be regarded as a miniature novel peripheral item.

"I haven't read your new book yet, so I don't know which one is more suitable." Luo Wangshu said frankly. "It all looks good."

"Does it look pleasing to the eye?" Qiao Wei didn't care whether he had read it or not, he just wanted to hear his opinion.

Luo Wangshu couldn't resist him, and nodded with a smile: "Shun Shun Shun."

Qiao Wei also nodded in satisfaction, and replied to Guo Yi: "The style of the new book is very different from the previous ones, as long as you like it."

"I don't know the style of the previous books you wrote." Luo Wangshu admitted shyly. "I haven't seen it yet."

"Who said before that it's okay to find out all the novels I've written and read them?" Qiao Wei teased him.

Luo Wangshu glanced at him sideways: "Then who has been procrastinating and never giving me much free time?"

"You don't need to read the previous ones, you just need to read this one." Qiao Wei raised his hands to show his surrender. "I wrote it specially for you." After speaking, he felt that this was wrong. Which of his novels was not written for him?

Before Luo Wangshu could react, the editor next door choked on the water and let out a subdued cough.He was originally quite immune to Qiao Wei's love words, so he would inevitably feel embarrassed when someone coughed him up like this.

The editor next door didn't know if he heard Qiao Wei's words clearly, so he took out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at his computer screen and said to himself: "This article has too much brain power."

Compared to Luo Wangshu, Qiao Wei was much calmer: "I won't write new books from next year."

Luo Wangshu immediately ignored the embarrassment, and was startled: "...don't write anymore?" Does this mean...seal the pen?

"Hmm." Qiao Wei's expression remained unchanged.

He has been short of time these years, and he is not suitable for other jobs. Now that Luo Wangshu is by his side, he can relax for a few years.

"What about after that?" Luo Wangshu turned sideways and asked him.

"Do you want to see it?" Qiao Wei asked him back with a smile.

Luo Wangshu met his eyes and hesitated in his heart.He has only read one of Qiao Wei's novels on the Internet, and he is amazed. In recent years, the novels have become more famous, and they must be even better than before.Regardless of whether he wants to read it or not, Qiao Wei's readers will always look forward to his writing.

On the other hand, Luo Wangshu knew that Qiao Wei was very busy, and felt sorry for him taking the time to write.The period after returning to China was not as tense as usual for Qiao Wei, but Luo Wangshu also noticed that Qiao Wei still kept in touch with his uncle from time to time.

"I just want to rest for two years." Qiao Wei's whole body warmed up when he saw him, and his heart felt soft one after another. "Wait to let go of the things in Italy before thinking about the new book."

Qiao Wei is a businessman. He has never regarded himself as a writer. It can only be a good thing for him to suddenly close his pen. However, Ruiyi is relying on him to strengthen himself. Readers have also relied on his works over the years. For his sincere affection and gratitude to the readers, even if he has plans to close the pen, Qiao Wei will slow down the pace and give the other party a period of time to adapt.

"Yesterday, Ruiyi also released a new book promotion on Weibo, bringing the news that it will not release a new work next year." Qiao Wei patted him on the head.

Luo Wangshu laughed: "Then your Weibo will definitely explode again."

"Maybe...it's not just mine." Qiao Wei deepened the corners of his mouth, smiling a bit cunningly.

Seeing him smiling like this, Luo Wangshu suddenly had a bad premonition, took the phone that had been pushed aside and opened Weibo, and the reminders of comments were indeed one after another.

"Someone said that if there is no book next year, can you tell us about the subject of the next book?" Qiao Wei propped his chin and watched him slide the phone screen with a smile. "I said--……"

Needless to say, Luo Wangshu has already seen it.

Qiao Wei rarely replied on Weibo: [What do you think? @洛水三千]

Directly transferred the flames of war to Luo Wangshu's Weibo, and the tone of the comments was similar to that of Qiao Wei.

[Doge face, what do you think of the theme of the court general? 】

[Doge face, what do you think Your Majesty thinks about another future science fiction novel? 】

In addition, there are many other comments about the style of painting: [To be reasonable, I just want to read novels to get a taste of painting, why do I always get stuffed with dog food for no reason, / goodbye manually. 】

Luo Wangshu: "..."

What does he think?He feels like a ghost!