What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that his mediocre interview would cause such a big response. He even gained a small group of fans, and some even went to the coffee shop to take a photo with him.

Someone analyzed it in the previous life, and he has a natural powder-absorbing physique.

At noon, when the people in the coffee shop got together for dinner, Li Lu analyzed it for him, "Handsome, capable, caring, humorous, handsome is the first 1, and everything after that is added later. 0."

Zhou Qingluo didn't want to think about why he suddenly became popular, but he knew that after becoming popular, it was a good time to make a small amount of money.

As a well-known comic blogger in the previous life, Zhou Qingluo certainly knows what kind of peripherals fans like.

This coffee shop is the theme coffee shop of the oath manga. He made up for all the manga of the oath. He sorted the characters in the manga according to the popularity of fans, and then summarized some famous scenes, and prepared to draw these characters and scenes. on the mug.

Just do it, Zhou Qingluo and Cui Zi communicated this idea.

Cui Zi: "It's not that I haven't considered this plan, but..."

Cui Zi seemed to have something hard to say, Zhou Qingluo said with a smile: "The comics of the oath are in an ancient fantasy style, with bright colors and complex composition, and the coffee cup is too small, it is difficult to fully present the whole scene, and the requirements for the artist are relatively high, right?"

Cui Zi smiled in relief: "I don't know how to say it yet."

Zhou Qingluo confidently took out a cup from his bag and handed it to Cui Zi, "See if this works?"

Cui Zi took the cup, her eyes widened involuntarily. She turned the cup and looked at it several times. The painting on the cup was the scene of the hero's ascension in the manga "Cultivation of Immortals".

The strokes are clear and the scene is complete, just like vector printing.

She was so excited that she was a little incoherent, "This... This is printed... Ah no, this is what you drew?"

Zhou Qingluo nodded.

Cui Zi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and gave him a thumbs up.

She saw Zhou Qingluo's profound painting skills from the last poster, but she did not expect to be so skillful.

Even if I swear to draw it myself, I may not be able to present this scene so completely on the coffee cup.

What kind of god was invited to the coffee shop?

Cui Zi sighed: "No wonder the boss wants to give you a monthly salary of [-] yuan."

Zhou Qingluo was startled: "Who? Boss? Which boss?"

Realizing that she had slipped her tongue, Cui Zi immediately laughed to divert her attention, "Qing Luo, you draw so well, I'll take a picture and put it on the official blog, plus accepting private orders and lottery draws, it will definitely become popular. It's time to send you a bonus."

Zhou Qingluo: "Okay."

I just like this kind of boss who knows people and doesn't talk dark words.

During this period of time, he had to work overtime to paint this batch of cups. If he persisted in painting, he would definitely gain something.

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect the harvest to come so quickly.

Jiao Zuo actually came to the coffee shop to look for him with a small box of money, and put it on his workbench with great wealth.

"This is 10 yuan."

10 yuan in cash is not much, but it is damn tempting.

Zhou Qingluo recalled the ending of Jiao Zuo in the original text.

After Song Ling killed his father and brother and destroyed the Song family, Jiao Zuo swung his knife and slashed Jiang Shiyan three times without saying a word.

Why do the friends around Song Ling seem to be abnormal...

But thinking about these abnormal behaviors seems to make sense.

Zhou Qingluo looked at Jiao Zuo. Under his domineering appearance, he looked a little naive.

He straightened his expression, put down the paintbrush in his hand and asked respectfully, "Are you going to recharge our store's VIP membership?"

Could it be that Song Ling was so interesting that he really helped him promote it?

Jiao Zuo was a little dazed, and shook his head stiffly, "What? Of course not, and I don't like to drink this kind of stupid stuff."

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help laughing.

Jiao Zuo: "What are you laughing at?"

"Oh, nothing, I don't like to drink either."

Jiao Zuo whispered: "Only dogs like this stuff."

"What did you say?"

"Oh, nothing."

Last time he scolded Song Ling for being an idiot, but Song Ling didn't answer the phone, didn't reply to text messages, and didn't help him pass the message.

But the new girlfriend is a small Internet celebrity, and she finally caught up with him. She also likes [Sange] so much that she insisted on painting his book "Broken Cocoon" on the wall of the underground garage.

Jiao Zuo: "I want you to do me a favor."

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, could there be some kind of impure relationship between him and Song Ling?Song Ling is his white moonlight or something.

So, Jiao Zuo took 10 yuan to let him leave Song Ling?

That's how novels are written.

It's only [-], isn't Song Ling too cheap?

Zhou Qingluo closed the metal box containing the money, and pushed it in front of Jiao Zuo: "Take the money back, Song Ling and I are innocent."

Jiao Zuo became anxious: "What the hell? You and him are innocent? Then why is he ignoring me?"

Jiao Zuo was a little angry.

If Song Ling hadn't been flustered and cautious that day, would he have misunderstood what he meant to Zhou Qingluo?

After saying a few words, why didn't you pay attention to him?

I am becoming more and more careful.

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that things were really as he thought, "I may not be so clear about this."

Jiao Zuo immediately put on a smiling face, opened the money box again, and pushed it in front of Zhou Qingluo, "Let's not talk about him, I'm here to ask you to help me paint the wall."

"?" Isn't it money to tell him to stay away from Song Ling?

"My girlfriend likes a manga author named [Sange], and she wants to draw his "Broken Cocoon" in my garage."

Zhou Qingluo: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Jiao Zuo frowned, "What do you mean, of course I have! And it's very beautiful!"

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help laughing, what kind of nonsense was he imagining just now.

"I didn't mean that, I mean your girlfriend has a good eye."

Although Zhou Qingluo didn't know the logical relationship between this sentence and his question just now, Jiao Zuo believed it and thanked him sincerely.

He proudly said: "Thank you for the compliment."

Zhou Qingluo: "You're welcome." I also praised myself.

Jiao Zuo was in a better mood, and said, "I heard from Song Ling that you also signed a contract with Chenxing Comic Network. Do you know who [Sange] is? Do you know if you can introduce me? The [-] is considered an introduction fee. "

Zhou Qingluo clicked his tongue in his heart, it turned out that Jiao Zuo's persona was a boss who spoiled his wife too much.

Zhou Qingluo tentatively asked: "If it is Sangehua, how much do you plan to pay?"

"Original painting, let him bid."

"Where does he drive 50 yuan?"

"Here, little money."

Zhou Qingluo is just a little transparent on Chenxing.com, is he worth such a big show now? Is he a fool with a lot of money or a spoiled wife?

Zhou Qingluo thought that Jiao Zuo was a little cute.

Zhou Qingluo just wanted to promise him, but someone agreed for him, "Okay, then 50."

The two turned their heads, and Song Ling walked in with no expression on his face.

Zhou Qingluo has long been used to the elusiveness of certain people, and after taking a look at him, he treats him as air.

Jiao Zuo sneered and rolled his eyes to show dissatisfaction.

Song Ling walked to the painting table, closed the money box, pushed it in front of Zhou Qingluo, and said to Jiaozuo, "These are deposits, and the rest will be made up tomorrow."

Jiao Zuo: "..." Something with an elbow turned outward.

Zhou Qingluo: "Mr. Jiao and I are talking about business, don't make trouble."

Song Ling: "He is rich, 50 is nothing."

Zhou Qingluo was about to explain that he was joking, but he underestimated the world of the rich. Unexpectedly, Jiao Zuo readily agreed, "It's agreed, 50, help me draw."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Song Ling: "Then you don't leave yet."

Jiao Zuo clicked his tongue, stood up, and before turning around to leave, he did not forget to give Song Ling a middle finger.

Zhou Qingluo: "Mr. Jiao, go slowly."

Jiao Zuo: "Stop, don't see off, you two talk slowly, and make it clear."

As he spoke, he gave Song Ling crazy winks.

As soon as he left, Zhou Qingluo asked, "What happened to your friend's eyes?"

Song Ling: "He's going blind."

"..."

Jiao left to send a message to Zhou Qingluo.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison, and Zhou Qingluo is too easy to talk, funny and polite.

I especially remember that when I was in college, Jiao Zuo chased a girl who liked a cartoon character. We were all friends. He asked Jiang Shiyan to help draw it, but Jiang Shiyan refused.

Next, big and small things, as long as Jiang Shiyan is needed to help draw a picture, as small as a piece of paper, so big that even the opening of Song Ling Cafe at that time, he refused. inspiration.

Although it is affection to help, and it is duty not to help, Jiao Zuo couldn't help complaining.

Fuck your creative inspiration, it's not about letting him create new works, and repeating his works consumes fart creative inspiration!

They are all businessmen full of copper smell, as far as he is noble, he is an artist!

Song Ling was sick, so he held one of these things.

[Jiao Zuo]: Brother, let me tell you, he is much stronger than Jiang Shiyan. I am blind, so I will introduce him to you as Jiang Shiyan.

[Jiao Zuo]: They just told me that you two are innocent, and wish you could be far away from you. If you don't make it clear, you two will really say goodbye.

After reading the text message, Song Ling silently put away the phone.

He looked at Zhou Qingluo, Zhou Qingluo looked at Qian, his eyes were shining.

Zhou Qingluo smiled and asked: "It's not good to blackmail your friend like this."

Song Ling: "He himself said that he would pay 50 for Sangehua."

"I was joking with him."

"In the future, if you become popular, there will be plenty of advantages for him to take advantage of."

Zhou Qingluo was immersed in the joy of earning 50 yuan, only to realize something was wrong after a while.

He frowned and looked at Song Ling inquiringly.

Song Ling's eyes flickered for a moment, then he looked away and coughed.

"How did you know?"

Song Ling was taken aback, "Know...know what?"

Seeing his guilty look, Zhou Qingluo remained silent, waiting for someone to confess.

Song Ling was silent: "I don't have the Black Star Network."

Zhou Qingluo said 'hmm' very carelessly.

"Sange is Luo, it's easy to guess."

"Oh."

Song Ling: "It's really not dark."

Zhou Qingluo turned his head and looked at him motionless.

Song Ling smiled helplessly, "It's really not dark."

"Then how do you know?"

"..." He couldn't tell Zhou Qingluo that he was a shareholder of Chenxing.com and had management authority, so he could see it when he went to the backstage.

Song Ling waited for the trial, broke the can and said, "Okay, it's black."

The trial didn't come, but Zhou Qingluo said quietly, "The next time the review locks me up for no reason, can you hack in and unlock it for me?"

"?"

"If I see the boss of Xingchen.com, I have to tell him about their review system."

"..."

At this time, Jiao Zuo's message came again.

[Jiao Zuo]: Remember to explain, just say it, don't let people think you take him for Jiang.

The reason why Song Ling invested in Chenxing.com at that time was very simple, it was for Jiang Shiyan.

Even this coffee shop is for Jiang Shiyan.

Even this inexplicable tattoo could be related to Jiang Shiyan.

Jiao Zuo was right, every detail of his previous life was Jiang Shiyan.

Even in the beginning, when Zhou Qingluo suffered from alcoholism, he sent him to the hospital because he and Jiang Shiyan looked three points alike.

And when he was drunk that day, he treated Zhou Qingluo like...

All kinds of things, just because he said that Zhou Qingluo was not a stand-in, who would believe it.

Little by little, Zhou Qingluo was pushed far away, as far as the sun.

He was a little flustered.

But he didn't know where to start.

"Then after you hacked, did you finish the subscription?"

Song Ling came back to his senses, "Huh?"

"Have you fully booked? Have you given a good review?"

Seeing Song Ling's lost soul, Zhou Qingluo stopped teasing him, "I'm just kidding, don't panic, call Lou Yang and the others if you have anything to do these days, I want to concentrate on painting."

Zhou Qingluo smiled, not caring about the fact that Song Ling already knew his pen name.

Song Ling has the ability to reach the sky, the world seems to be under his control, and it is easy to know his pen name.

"By the way, your friend, did you earn the money yourself or spend it at home?"

"I earned it myself."

Zhou Qingluo was silent, "You said last time that you want to leave the Song family, and when you leave, you can earn money yourself."

"..."

"Forget it, you are busy with your work, I have to draw."

Zhou Qingluo had already typed out the characters and scene colors of the oath comics, a thick stack, and he was facing the drawing paper, drawing the patterns on the cup bit by bit.

He paints with concentration and ecstasy, with a pious and clean expression, which is different from Jiang Shiyan's anxiety and conceit when he paints. He is very calm and confident, and his love for painting from the heart is different from Jiang Shiyan.

These scenes in the paintings were all painted by Song Ling by accompanying Jiang Shiyan, helping him to color, and watching him draw them stroke by stroke. Now Song Ling is watching Zhou Qingluo draw these, and each stroke is like inserting a stroke into his heart. one knife.

He was a little annoyed, "Zhou Qingluo, who told you to draw these?"

"Scared me. I wanted to draw it myself. I discussed it with Sister Cui. Sister Cui posted a picture on the official blog. The response was very good. Go and have a look."

Cui Zi has always been in charge of the operation of the coffee shop, Song Ling never asked.

He was a little irritable, "Don't draw these things."

"?"

"He is him, you are you, and you are not his substitute. What do you draw his things for? Draw your own things."

Zhou Qingluo dislikes others interfering with his painting, especially when it comes to what to paint.

So only the second half of Song Ling's words entered his heart.

"Are you kidding me? This is the Oath Manga themed cafe. Can I make money by painting my own stuff?"

"?"

"If you have nothing to do, you can come and help me mix the paint, and half of the bonus will be shared with you."

"……"Hold.This guy really lost his money.

Song Ling felt that he was lonely.