because i'm pretty

He can be really angry.

Li Yikai thought.

But he's so cute when he's angry.

he thought again.

Before Yuan Zhiming turned his head to turn off the computer, Director Li pulled up a chair and sat down, holding down the hand that was trying to click off on Photoshop.

"Let me see what you drew," Li Yikai said deliberately.

After the first second, Yuan Zhiming regained his senses. He was slow and forgot to eat. Li Yikai can't be blamed, though...

Forget it, don't bother with him.

Yuan Zhiming kicked the legs of the table, raised his head and slid back two steps, giving way to the position in front of the computer screen.

Li Yikai supported the table with his hands, and imitated his laziness by sliding the chair over, but his eyes did not fall on the screen, he kept staring at Yuan Zhiming, and then he bent his eyes and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yuan Zhiming murmured "No", lowered his head to pick up the trash can, and swept down the wrapping paper on the table with his other hand.

"In the microwave oven in the pantry, I brought you something to eat." Li Yikai raised his chin slightly to indicate the direction.

Yuan Zhiming immediately beamed with joy, and his hair was trembling when he ran over.

Beef rice, sashimi platter, miso soup, Japanese dumplings, sushi, seaweed salad, Li Yikai fully considered this person's appetite, Yuan Zhiming made three trips before bringing them one by one, the desk was full like a banquet .

Li Yikai was already moving the mouse and keyboard to change the picture. When he heard Yuan Zhiming sitting down, he couldn't help turning his head, and asked, "Have you washed your hands?"

"Washed", Yuan Zhiming showed him the drops of water on his hands, and Li Yikai felt like he was taking care of a child.

"What are you doing?" Yuan Zhiming was really hungry, he stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth first, his cheeks were bulging.

Li Yikai held Yuan Zhiming's stylus in his hand, turned his gaze to stay for two seconds, and then pointed to the screen and said: "I like these two, first help you convert them into vector graphics."

When an image is drawn on a computer, if it is drawn with a simulated brush, although the details of the resulting image are lifelike, there are size restrictions, and it will be distorted when it is actually printed as a billboard or played on a large screen, so there is basically a conversion in the end this step.

It's a bit like stroking a picture on paper, and the drawn border will become an electronic graphic that can be stored in a computer and resized at will.

Of course, it is more complicated than strokes, and it is a tedious work that requires patience.

Yuan Zhiming said as he ate, "I originally wanted to show you and Mr. Qin to pick out after reading, and then switch."

In this way, there is no need to draw every picture once.

"But you have to consider, for example, this version of the brush strokes looks good now, but the details disappear after conversion, so it may not be the best choice." Li Yikai patiently explained, "Now that I think about this step that is omitted, it is possible It will affect the judgment, and it will be too late to change it after realizing it.”

"I thought..." Yuan Zhiming swallowed and said, "You guys are so experienced that you can predict it in advance."

Li Yikai smiled, and asked back: "You can predict which color matches which color best? Even if you can make a general judgment, you can only see the subtle differences on paper."

"Yeah," Yuan Zhiming nodded, but the artistic creation did not show others the reason for the choice, so many steps were unconsciously digested by themselves.

Li Yikai said: "Aesthetics is too subjective. Everyone will have different feelings when looking at the same picture, let alone let others predict and imagine. Moreover, there are many unprofessional people in this line of work. Don't trust their experience, and don't think They can understand your idea—before they see your finished product."

Yuan Zhiming originally thought of being lazy, so he put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands after listening to it a few times: "Then I'll do it."

"No." Li Yikai turned his head to look at him, "You take your time, I like drawing these."

Yuan Zhiming hates doing this kind of thing: "Why?"

"Unzip", Li Yikai focused on the lines on the computer.

Yuan Zhiming is not very familiar with this kind of operation, so he often finds it troublesome, and if he is not careful, he will make a mistake, and then he will modify the whole body for a long time.

But when looking at Li Yikai's drawing - he smoothly adds points along the edge, drags the direction, and one curve after another fits seamlessly on the original figure, it seems that he doesn't need to use his brain at all, and he can't even see his left hand point clearly. What shortcut keys, half of the lines have already been formed.

This is already the extent of treating PS operations as handicrafts.Just looking at it feels relieved.

Yuan Zhiming continued to eat sashimi slowly, listening quietly to the clicking sound of the keyboard, and the swishing sound of the pen tip sliding on the touchpad.

After a while, he suddenly asked in a low voice, "Do you treat everyone like this?"

"Huh?" Li Yikai replied subconsciously first, but when he realized what Yuan Zhiming said, he suddenly realized that he had drawn a wrong line.

When pressing delete, he asked again: "What is it like?"

"Come here in the middle of the night to help my colleagues change the pictures, and bring food," Yuan Zhiming said.

"Of course...not", Li Yikai couldn't hear the inner tension in his tone, he even asked with a smile: "Do you think we are just colleagues?"

Yuan Zhiming raised his eyelashes and looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.

Li Yikai did not say clearly, and went around a long way to explain: "Work is work. I may be stricter during working hours, in order to have good results, let everyone do their job well, and then make money comfortably. I don't have time and energy to take care of Everyone's emotions."

"Well, it should be," Yuan Zhiming said.

"Then why were you angry just now?" Li Yikai asked.

"Hmm..." Yuan Zhiming propped his chin up with a water glass, leaned on the table, tidied up the finished lunch boxes and small stationery on the table, he would feel sleepy when he was full and relaxed, his voice was hoarse, after a while Ercai said, "I will change it in the future."

"No need." Li Yikai kept moving his hands, staring at the screen, and said contradictoryly: "It doesn't work for me."

Yuan Zhiming was annoyed by the bangs in front of him again, he scratched them habitually, making them even more messy.

"A job is a job, and I can't mix it up," he said.

"It's already past 10 o'clock in the evening, and tomorrow is Saturday." Li Yikai closed the last line, turned his head and said, "There is no need for this time..."

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

He kept the rest of his words in his mouth, and was so frightened by the actions of the people around him that he lost the mouse.

Yuan Zhiming was holding the scissors, the tip of the scissors was only one centimeter away from his eyes, and he was staring at it intently.

Li Yikai's fuss did not disturb the movements of his hands at all. He smoothly pulled out a lock of hair and gestured without moving his eyes: "The hair is too long, it blocks the eyes."

Can you do whatever you want just because you look good?Li Yikai wanted to stop it but didn't dare to touch it, so he could only say: "I know a stylist..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhiming raised the knife and dropped it, and those curly hair fell off.

He said, "It's okay, I cut it myself when I was abroad", and grabbed another pinch and continued to click.

Yuan Zhiming's hair was hard and curly, and the broken hair fell straight down, without the beauty of falling black hair.Some of them fell into the trash can, and some fell on his face and the bridge of the nose. Yuan Zhiming's cuts were almost the same, and he didn't even need to look in the mirror. He shook his head and shook off those hairs, feeling very good about himself.

Li Yikai was dumbfounded.

Yuan Zhiming pointed to his own head and said, "My hair is the same for anyone who cuts it."

"The sense of layering created by sitting in the barber shop for half a day, changed after sleeping, and it is still messy," he said lightly, "It's not as convenient as this."

"That's a barber's technical problem." Li Yikai suddenly began to study it seriously, "If it is longer, it should be ok if you tie the front in half, and you will look more like an artist."

"No, no, I have a psychological shadow." Yuan Zhiming shook his head, "When I was young, my dad tried to make pigtails for me, and I was pulled into tears by him, and then my classmates said I was a girl... I suffered so much for my hair. Don't waste any more time on it."

Li Yikai was amused by his distressed look, and thought of a strange comforting angle: "Is your father also naturally curly? But it looks like a lot of hair, so you don't have to worry about hair loss when you get older, right?"

"He's not naturally curly," Yuan Zhiming thought for a while, "It doesn't seem like he's losing his hair either."

"But it's better than being bald."

It seemed that it wasn't because he didn't care about his appearance at all. Li Yikai saved the documents and planned to leave the work for Monday.

"My mother used to be a hairdresser and taught several apprentices. Now she is a master at making hairstyles for celebrities. I can take you to try it on weekends."

He added jokingly: "It doesn't cost money anyway."

Yuan Zhiming seemed a little moved, but still shook his head: "I have something to do on the weekend, and a friend is coming to Jinghai."

Li Yikai was quite regretful. He wanted to have a date on the weekend, but it seemed that the only thing left on his schedule was to go shopping with Zhao Kaisi.

But he didn't expect that the next day when he and Zhao Kaisi were in the DS outdoor sports supermarket, they were intensely researching which of the row of sunscreen clothes had a higher UV protection factor.

Suddenly, someone patted him behind him.

"What a coincidence!" Yuan Zhiming was wearing a dark orange flannel jacket and a royal blue woolen hat. The contrasting colors were matched in a sunny manner, and his smile was extraordinarily energetic.

Li Yikai stood up straight and saw a black and thin boy with black eyes shining behind him, who somehow resembled Yuan Zhiming.

What caught his attention even more was that the padded jacket the boy was wearing belonged to Yuan Zhiming.

Li Yikai tensed his chin, nodded and said, "What a coincidence, this is your friend from other places?"

"Yes! This is He Luxi", Yuan Zhiming introduced: "This is the Li Yikai I mentioned to you, Kevin. The first friend I made when I came back."

Li Yikai was very relieved by these words, he smiled subduedly, turned his head to greet him, but saw He Luxi looking straight at him with those eyes that seemed to have X-ray transmission.

It wasn't until the two looked at each other for a second that He Luxi restrained himself and said coolly, "Hi Kevin, just call me Lucifer."

Lucifer, Lucifer, the fallen angel in mythology... What a second class.

Zhao Kaisi on the side couldn't help laughing.

Li Yikai withdrew his attention and introduced his friend to the other party: "Zhao Kaisi, my friend, the photographer."

He deliberately emphasized the word "photographer". When he was speaking, he and Yuan Zhiming looked at each other and exchanged a suggestive look.

The other party knew immediately - this is the photographer who wanted to go to Antarctica like Yuan Songqing.

Yuan Zhiming was kind, and greeted Zhao Kaisi cheerfully. Zhao Kaisi felt that what the other party said was different from Zhou Xing-he seemed very friendly and sincere.

The four of them were chatting between the shelves, and Li Yikai knew that Lucifer was also a wandering artist. He had just returned from Morocco and came here to buy because he didn't have winter clothes—the clothes on his body were probably borrowed because of the cold.

Zhao Kaisi usually keeps quiet, but when he sees people of the same kind, he will immediately get excited, ask Lucifer's contact information in two or three sentences, and chat with them about the customs and customs of Africa.

Li Yikai thought he was ashamed, coughed twice and got no response, so he asked Yuan Zhiming: "You haven't finished shopping yet? Do you want to continue shopping?"

"Oh, let's just buy some clothes." Yuan Zhiming showed him the shopping basket, "Just now I was about to check out and go upstairs to eat. Lucifer said that the hot dogs here in DS are delicious."

How good can an outdoor sports brand's hot dog be?Li Yikai just wanted to belittle the former customer, and introduce Jinghai's real food by the way.

Zhao Kaisi seemed to be enlightened, "Oh" and came back to his senses, "Yikai and I are also going to eat, so shall we go together?"

He looked at Li Yikai, and his eyes seemed to say: Look, I am creating opportunities for you.

I really don't want to have dinner with this person who seems to be chattering, who doesn't know if he is a rival in love - Li Yikai thought to himself.

But before he had time to speak, Yuan Zhiming, who was very enthusiastic today, grabbed his arm.

—Okay, all right.

Li Yikai reluctantly went upstairs with Yuan Zhiming, but from the elevator to the seat, he had been vaguely aware of Lucifer's eyes on him.

When Yuan Zhiming took the number to go to the milk smoothie, Zhao Kaisi was looking for a photo of himself on the phone, and Lucifer was looking at his phone while still looking up at himself.

Li Yikai couldn't help but asked directly: "Do you... have anything to say to me?"

Lucifer looked at him without fear, his dark eyes didn't blink.

"Oh I wanted to ask you Kevin", he said—

"Are you gay?"

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gay up alert!