Top Scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Zhan Qinghuan was not in a good mood today, and the supervisor even came up to provoke her. Zhan Qinghuan told the supervisor that he would go to the backstage to check how much she had earned, and that the liquidated damages would be handed over to them as scheduled. At that time, they can quickly process the termination process.

The supervisor wanted to say something, but Zhan Qinghuan hung up the phone.

It started to rain faintly outside, with dark clouds, and it seemed that the air pressure was a little low.

Zhan Qinghuan's editor obviously got wind of it, and hurried over to ask Zhan Qinghuan why he wanted to terminate the contract. If he didn't want to sign the author's contract, there was no need to be so extreme.

Tan Qingqing draws Lily comics, but that comic club mainly focuses on Danmei. It can be said that a large part of Lily’s readers in the comic club are brought by Tan Qingqing. If Tan Qingqing doesn’t serialize comics here, That will definitely lose a large part of the traffic, which is definitely not good for both parties.

Zhan Qinghuan didn't read the message from the editor anymore, she turned off the computer, plugged in her ears, went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, ready to start watching the video.

She didn't know what she was looking at, anyway, she just clicked on it and started watching. The main purpose was still not to hear the thunder.

But the thunder seems to be able to reach Zhan Qinghuan's ears through the ears.

Not long after, Zhan Qinghuan's phone rang again, this time from an unfamiliar number, Zhan Qinghuan did not speak after answering the call.

She originally thought it was from the manga club again, but when she heard the voice from the phone, she frowned tightly.

"Student Tan Qingqing, good afternoon, would you like to play a game with me?"

The person on the phone used a voice changer, making his voice extremely harsh. Zhan Qinghuan clicked on the recording, and after listening to what the person said, she laughed, no matter how loud the thunder outside was.

"What is your purpose of playing like this? Lu Minglian is dead, she is your scapegoat, are you not afraid of being caught if you come out rashly now?"

When Zhan Qinghuan said this, the tail tone rose slightly, full of disdain and contempt for the person on the other end of the phone.

"The case is over, they can't find out what's on my head, my goal is you, and you are the only one, I believe we will fall in love with each other after getting to know each other, I'm definitely much better than the woman beside you now times."

After finishing talking over there, he hung up the phone, and Zhan Qinghuan looked down at the blacked-out screen, his eyes were rare and dim.

The other party already knew about her relationship with Huo Xian. Zhan Qinghuan didn't want to hide anything at first, but she was afraid that Huo Xian would be implicated because of her.

A week later, Tan Qingqing's former class at Central America will hold a class reunion. There are more than 20 people present, both men and women. That person wants Zhan Qinghuan to find him.

Tan Qingqing used to dislike attending class reunions very much. No matter who contacted her, she was unsuccessful, but this time it was not Tan Qingqing, but Zhan Qinghuan who was invited.

Zhan Qinghuan can't guarantee that she will be able to recognize that person, but her observation skills are much better than Tan Qingqing's.

Huo Xian hurried home in the evening, and saw Zhan Qinghuan leaning on the sofa, holding a bag of potato chips, watching TV as if nothing had happened.

Zhan Qinghuan turned her head and saw Huo Xian came back and didn't say anything, just changed her posture and lowered her head to start playing.

After Huo Xian took off her shoes, she walked up to Zhan Qinghuan, squatted down and looked up at her, and asked, "It's thundering today. I'm not by your side. Are you afraid?"

Zhan Qinghuan looked down at her: "You really treat me like a child, so I'm not afraid."

Huo Xian stroked Zhan Qinghuan's hair, as if thinking of something, she said, "You're going to do root dyeing."

"I don't want to dye pink anymore." Zhan Qinghuan took a piece of paper and wiped it, and then said to Huo Xian: "I'm going to a class reunion next week, can you help me dye the color back?"

Huo Xian sat next to Zhan Qinghuan, stroked her silky hair, and said with a smile, "I think your hair looks better if you dye it lighter... I quite like the style of a rebellious girl."

Zhan Qinghuan put the potato chips on the coffee table, pretending to be casual and said: "I am a person who likes the new and dislikes the old. I am tired of seeing this color."

Huo Xian paused suddenly as she touched Zhan Qinghuan's hair, the smile on her face remained unchanged: "Okay, then change it."

The next day Huo Xian and Zhan Qinghuan woke up together. It rained yesterday, so today's weather is still very cool and cool. After breakfast, Zhan Qinghuan and Huo Xian moved a stool to the backyard to dye their hair.

Zhan Qinghuan doesn't know where Huo Xian got so many hair dyes, it feels like Zhan Qinghuan has to use every color. Her own long hair is black and beautiful, but she likes to use Zhan Qing Huan's hair was colorful.

Zhan Qinghuan believed in Huo Xian, she was thinking that her black hair should be very common, and no one would stare at her hair when passing by her in the future.

During this process, she never looked in the mirror, and Huo Xian did whatever she wanted for him. After her hair was dry, Huo Xian pulled her to look in front of the mirror with great interest. Zhan Qinghuan was speechless.

The original pale pink has turned into a dirty orange color with relatively low lightness, and Zhan Qinghuan doesn't know how Huo Xian made this color.

"Your color sense is not bad, this color is difficult to adjust."

Although Zhan Qinghuan was speechless, Huo Xian didn't dye her hair too badly anyway. Generally speaking, it was much more serious than the previous pink-toned hair, and it matched well with clothes, and it looked very warm.

When it comes to coloring, Huo Xian's mother is also a top painter, "I have been helping her coloring by my mother's side since I was a child. These are fine for me. Do you want to dye any other colors? I think lavender good."

Zhan Qinghuan sighed softly, knowing that her hair no longer belonged to her, and by then Huo Xian would probably be able to dye it whatever color she wanted.

The people at the comics club are still actively negotiating with Zhan Qinghuan. Zhan Qinghuan has not bothered to draw comics these days. Write the name of each student.

Zhan Qinghuan observed carefully, but did not see any clues.

There were 41 people in that class, and they stood in four rows to take graduation photos. At that time, because of Tan Qingqing's height, she stood in the middle of the last row, smiling shyly at the camera, her delicate face could not hide her youth at all. vitality.

Everyone in the class, Zhan Qinghuan, looked at it carefully, and Lu Minglian smiled innocently at that time.

Zhan Qinghuan didn't see any clues from this graduation photo, but remembered each of their names.

At that time, Tan Qingqing really didn't care about things in school and didn't like socializing. She couldn't even remember the names of her classmates.

Zhan Qinghuan put the group photo back to its original location, suddenly remembered something, and went to find Huo Xian.

But Huo Xian was not in the living room, nor in the bedroom. Zhan Qinghuan went to the backyard to look around. Apart from seeing a few bodyguards who were on patrol, and asked them how they were, and poured them two glasses of water, she still didn't see Huo Xian. .

Zhan Qinghuan thought that Huo Xian should be in her workshop?

That's better...don't bother her.

Zhan Qinghuan didn't know what to think of, her face turned red suddenly, lying on the sofa in the living room, she quietly checked Huo Xian's official account and posted something.

Huo Xian's official account has a total of four columns, such as women's health or physiological knowledge, or emotional chapters. Usually, her toy evaluation will be pushed every Saturday. Zhan Qinghuan read it for a while, then He heard footsteps on the second floor, and the sound of the door closing.

Zhan Qinghuan exited the page, looked up at Huo Xian, Huo Xian just went downstairs, saw Zhan Qinghuan lying on the sofa, and asked her: "Why don't you draw comics?"

In the past, Zhan Qinghuan went back to her room directly after taking a break after lunch, saying that she wanted to draw comics, but Huo Xian didn't bother her, and both of them went to work separately, and then Zhan Qinghuan would come out for dinner on time in the afternoon, and Huo Xian would Lay her next to her.

It's been a long time since I've been lazy here today.

Zhan Qinghuan leaned on the sofa and looked at Huo Xian with serious eyes: "I plan to terminate the contract with the comic agency I am working for now, and I will not serialize comics with them in the future."

Huo Xian frowned slightly, a little confused: "Why? Will you stop drawing in the future? Or change to a comic book club."

"It's just that they don't serialize comics with them. They want to sign an author contract with me and share the advertisements I accept, or let me draw this kind of advertisements. But I disagree, thinking that this is too unfree, and then Suddenly it was mentioned that the contract was about to be terminated, so I can terminate the contract if I want to, I don’t really care about it anyway, the big deal will be serialized on Weibo in the future, and I’m not at a loss.”

advertise?

Huo Xian remembered the advertisement promoted by the official account that Zhan Qinghuan didn't charge her.

I have to say that Zhan Qinghuan's advertisement has indeed attracted a lot of traffic, and many people left messages or private chat feedback under the push, all of which were found from the comic drawn by Tan Tanzi.

That manga club is too greedy, it has to get involved in everything, for fear that it will lose its share.

"Just do what makes you happy."

Zhan Qinghuan nodded, and suddenly remembered what she was looking for Huo Xian for.

"I want to ask you a question, now do you have a friend who can help me find the ip addresses of those characters in the game?"

Huo Xian nodded: "Yes, who do you want to check."

Zhan Qinghuan still told Huo Xian the news that Lu Minglian was dead. Huo Xian was not surprised after hearing it, as if she was waiting for Zhan Qinghuan to say more things, but after Zhan Qinghuan finished talking about Lu Minglian, she didn't Go on and on.

Huo Xian felt something was wrong.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, obviously thinking, she rested on Zhan Qinghuan's lap, and tapped rhythmically.

"You told me before that there is a poisonous sister in the game who threatened you personally. This person is Lu Minglian, but now that Lu Minglian is dead, and you want me to help you check this account, it means that someone is continuing to use this account instead of her. , so you have kept something from me, can you make it clear at once?"

Zhan Qinghuan scratched the back of her head, she didn't dare to tell Huo Xian the real purpose of going to the class reunion, for fear that Huo Xian would pinch the back of her neck and not allow her to go.

"Well... I kept some things from you, but I will find someone to tell you later."

Huo Xian lifted Zhan Qinghuan's cheek slightly angrily: "Then hurry up, I will do a lot of bad things to you if I get impatient."