The enemy of rebirth is always playing tricks on me

After the creaking sound of the door opening, a tall figure walked in.

Classes in the second semester of junior year are busier than before, and Gu Yixiao seems to have been selected by a certain tutor to participate in the research of a subject, and the time spent in the dormitory is less and less, which makes Jian Lingling even develop a kind of self-consciousness. It should be turned into the illusion of "looking at his wife's stone".

At this moment, when she heard the sound of the door opening, she woke up from the deep sleepiness immediately, stood up abruptly from the table where she was lying on her stomach, and the pile of complaints in her mind disappeared instantly when she saw her reflection in Gu Yixiao's black pupils .

Those eyes stared at me so seriously, only myself.

She hurriedly stepped forward to take the large and small bags of documents and computers in Gu Yixiao's hands, and just after putting them away, a slightly warm body leaned against her back.

Gu Yixiao closed her eyes, and hugged the body in front of her that she thought about day and night. She wanted to hug this person tightly a long time ago.

Feeling a little wetness on her neck, Jian Lingling turned her head in surprise, but was held down by the other party.

"Oh, why are you crying?"

The person behind didn't answer, and slowly closed her hands, and then Jian Lingling felt a burst of damp heat on her neck, a soft thing licked her neck, and with lightly brushed teeth, she bit it lightly .

She felt a tremor, goose bumps all over her body, and the legend of the vampire planting blood marks on her lover's neck suddenly popped up in her mind.

She wanted to break free, but was restrained. She felt that Gu Yixiao's fingers were dexterously moving around her body, and every place she touched seemed to stir up a fire from the origin.

"Lingling, I want you..."

She heard Gu Yixiao spit out these words in a devilish hoarse voice behind her.

Dance with the devil, willing to sink with it.

When she woke up the next morning, Jian Lingling was very annoyed to find that Gu Yixiao had left again!again!Walk!up!

Are you so busy every day?

However, she found that she had been wiped clean from top to bottom, and she had also changed into a set of clean pajamas.There is still a hearty breakfast that is still hot on the table.

Gu Yixiao is actually quite careful...

Thinking like this, she completely forgot what she swore to be the active side.

After she had breakfast, she turned on her phone, and there was a message in it: "Have a good rest."

After a night of lingering and lingering, there is only this one sentence. Sometimes Jian Lingling really doubts that Gu Yixiao will become a calm and rigid person like Gu Jingyi when she gets old, but forget it, whoever makes her like this person is this person.

Time flies, and the junior year is almost over in a blink of an eye, and she is about to leave school and enter the society. Jian Lingling often thinks about some ideas about the future.

Probably because she had been alone for a long time, and she couldn't bear to be lonely, so she began... to draw a small manga.

At first, I just drew some daily interactions between myself and Gu Yixiao, and uploaded them to my own space for storage, but later, I don’t know who took them and reposted them, which caused quite a stir in the academy for a while.

But she didn't mind too much, it was just something for painting, and she didn't expect to be famous for it.

until this day.

Zhang Yanmei put her hands behind her back, she smiled like a child, she leaned forward playfully and asked, "Lingling, I'll show you something good~ Do you want to see it?"

While concentrating on coloring, Jian Lingling smiled and said, "Is there anything good about you that I don't know about? It's weird."

"It's different this time." As Zhang Yanmei spoke, she pulled out the tube she was holding behind her, and the smile on her face enlarged a lot.

"Ok?"

Jian Lingling took the tube-shaped thing casually, and slowly unfolded it. Inside, a large page of "Campus News" read: Congratulations to Jian Lingling's work "Compasses" for winning the championship of this year's campus cartoon competition !

She rolled up the campus newspaper calmly, her face unchanged, and said calmly: "Why is my drawing being used to participate in the campus comic competition?"

Zhang Yanmei smiled and said: "I voted for you, isn't this an award?"

Seeing Zhang Yanmei's expression begging for praise, Jian Lingling couldn't say anything to blame, she shook her head helplessly, and said, "Tell me next time."

Zhang Yanmei happily agreed as if she had gotten a good job, her overly happy expression made Jian Lingling feel a little uncomfortable.

After finally sending her back, Jian Lingling took a breath and began to carefully examine the picture she had just created.

This is a picture that she intends to use as the cover, a brain hole that she has been brewing for a long time——

She intends to make it happen.

Yes, she wanted to expand the story of "Compasses" into a long-form serial comic.

[This story tells about a girl who is lonely by nature and has a withdrawn personality, just like the shorter feet of a compasses, who is out of place and out of tune with the world.In a sense, it is also the epitome of Jian Lingling's previous life.

Later, this girl met the longer leg of the compasses—a beautiful girl who was excellent in all aspects and had a good appearance. She could be called almost perfect.

She and that girl unexpectedly talked a lot, so the two became good friends logically, but they never liked each other, which caused the girl who was born with a shortage to gradually feel disgusted, thinking that she was being favored by an excellent person. despise.

In the end, the girl began to work hard to catch up with her suppressed good friend, got good grades, and exercised a perfect body, but drifted away from that friend.

At the beginning of the manga, on the day when the girl and this friend had an obvious dispute, the two tore their faces, and the excellent friend left silently, but said a sentence of unclear meaning: Only with a compass with two legs can you draw Make a full circle.

Many years later, when the girl became famous and failed, she was helped by that friend. Thinking of this sentence, she suddenly woke up, and then put aside the barriers and created a famous enterprise with her friends. 】

Just doing what she said, Jian Lingling immediately began to list the pictures that appeared in her mind one by one, and then sketched them on the white paper... Soon, another afternoon passed.

This can't work, she rubbed her sore eyes, after a whole afternoon of busy work, she barely managed to complete a small proportion.According to this progress, the road to revolution is still very long.

After thinking about it, she typed a line of words on the web search bar.

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The next day, an attractive and beautiful poster appeared in the corner of the entrance of the campus cafeteria.

A huge silver-cornered compass is rendered on it with novel artistic characters and solemn pictures. The legs of the compass are of different lengths but draw a perfect circle. A head with a double-faced face hangs above the compass.One side is smiling gently, while the other side is crying sadly, which symbolizes the brilliance and inferiority of human nature, and the two are perfectly integrated to finally draw a perfect circle, representing the inseparable mode of getting along with each other.

This eye-catching poster attracted crowds of people coming and going, and many people stopped and watched curiously.

"Hey, what the hell is this Jian Lingling doing?" Yin Yin strode forward with her slender legs, put one hand on Fu Shuyao's body, chewing gum in her mouth, her indifferent expression has long since disappeared from the good girl she used to be. The image is a bit like a little girl. "I've heard that it's noisy here since this morning, and I don't know what happened again."

"Compass Studio is committed to attracting all kinds of interesting people who are talented or interested in painting and design."

Fu Shuyao read it to the eyeless lady next to her in a good temper, and she saw that the "missy" narrowed her eyes, as if she was thinking of something.

After a while, Yin Yin raised the corners of her lips and smiled: "How about we go make some trouble for her?"

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Jian Lingling looked at the two old acquaintances who suddenly visited, nodded and said, "Sit down."

Yin Yin smiled "innocently".

"Aren't you asking what we're here for?"

Jian Lingling nodded her head clearly. Although Yin Yin, who is now a veteran of the art troupe, has a slim appearance and has long faded from her original youthfulness, her bad nature has not changed.

What was going on in her heart that others didn't understand, how could Fu Shuyao not understand.

Sister Fu nodded and said, "She wants to help you, don't you plan to set up a studio?"

As soon as these words came out, Jian Lingling couldn't help but covered her mouth and laughed, Yin Yin raised her legs indifferently: "Anyway, I'm in a good mood, so it's not impossible to help you."

"Yes, yes, Miss, please go and print these drawings for me first, and then take a sample and post them on the Internet." Jian Lingling smiled and handed a bunch of drawings to Yin Yin.

Yin Yin nodded triumphantly: "I can still do such a simple thing."

Soon, Yin Yin found that she had unintentionally set up a flag for herself.

Jian Lingling is simply the most skilled capitalist in the world!

At the beginning, I taught her to send and return some very simple tasks, and then slowly began to use various design software, and asked her to do some things that comic assistants do.

Fortunately, she has a relatively quick comprehension, and she has done some basic things well.

As for Fu Shuyao, her family background is also good, so she didn't worry about finding a job at all, so she subsidized them for a semester as if she was helping them.

At the end of the semester, they released the first sample biography of the manga.

That night, several people sat secretly around the Internet, their mobile phones turned up to the loudest, waiting for the response and effect of the first personal blog to be refreshed.

Before the results came out, Jian Lingling received a call from Zhang Yanmei.

"Lingling, why are you still hiding in the bedroom, don't you know what's going on tonight!"

The author has something to say: I really don’t know how to drive, so don’t beat me up (?ò?ó?)

Think of it as a hearse drift