A prompt of 'Successful Transfer' popped up on the interface, and Jian Qing didn't even look at it, so she locked the screen.

It seemed like I was deliberately escaping, and I mustered up the courage to send messages, but I lost the courage to wait for the other party to respond.

This is the first time she has contacted that person in this way, in addition to transferring and repaying money.

Jian Qing could not preset what the other party would react when she saw her message, maybe it was contempt or fun.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am low in the dust.

She grabbed her hair in annoyance, stood up and patted off the dust and grass chips on her clothes, and walked slowly back to the dormitory.

The dormitory was pitch black.

Only the computer on Lin Yi's desk emitted a faint blue light.

Lin Yi and Zhou Shanshan sat side by side in front of the computer, staring at the screen without blinking.

Jian Qing touched the darkness and tripped the painting material in the corridor under her feet, making a sound.

Lin Yi was startled by the movement, shuddered, and looked at the door, "Here I'm back."

She greeted Jian Qing.

"Yeah, turn on the light?"

"Open it." Zhou Shanshan threw the pillow in her arms onto the table and complained dissatisfiedly, "It's so boring. This movie is this. What kind of domestic horror movie is so trash."

"It's a bit bad, but my goddess's appearance is still very good! Such an ugly costume and makeup can't hide her beauty." Lin Yi reached out and pressed the keyboard space, paused the movie, and the picture was frozen on a woman with white black hair and pale face.

Jian Qing put down her bag, pulled up the curtains on the balcony of the dormitory, and asked while changing her clothes: "What are you looking at?"

"Cen Yu's recent horror film is called "Someone Calls You in the Middle of the Night", so don't watch it." Zhou Shanshan was full of resentment and felt that she had wasted a precious night.

"No wonder everyone laughed at her opening high and closing low on the Internet. There is indeed a reason. I can't believe that this movie was performed by myself as well as "Farewell" I watched in the afternoon."

Lin Yi raised his hand to stop her, "Don't mention "Farewell", I'm about to cry again when I remember."

Zhou Shanshan rolled her eyes and said disgustedly: "Can you not let me chirp like that? Jian Qing, you don't know how bad she cried in the afternoon, which made me unable to squeeze out a single tear, and I just wanted to laugh."

Jian Qing caught a glimpse of the tissue that had already overflowed from the trash can and imagined it.

"Is "Farewell" so good? I haven't watched it yet." When the movie was released, she took a year off to go back to her hometown and almost cut off contact with the outside world, so she didn't know that when Cen Yu was so popular.

"Very! Good! Look! A masterpiece!" Lin Yi's eyes flashed with stars, "You must go and see. If you don't look at it, you will not be my good brother."

“…”

Jian Qing stood on tiptoe and took the towel hanging from a high place, casually perfunctorily, "Okay, okay."

Zhou Shanshan lowered her head and browsed her phone, "Oh, Cen Yu's studio has responded to the incident of secret marriage and having children."

"What did you say?" Lin Yi leaned over curiously.

Zhou Shanshan frowned, read the lawyer's statement in black text on white background, grabbed the key points for a long time, and finally sneered, "Who believes it is the daughter of a relative in the family? This is a fool who is a netizen."

She raised her head and happened to see Jian Qing change her clothes and go to the bathroom with her toiletries. She seemed to have endured it for a long time, "Can you not change clothes outside?"

Jian Qing didn't understand why, "What are you doing? Haven't you all changed it outside?"

Zhou Shanshan stared at her shirt that was only wearing a buttock-like shirt, with her cuffs rolled up, revealing her white arms like lotus roots, shaking her slender legs, slender and excellent figure.

The eyes moved from down to top, and then looked at the face. The hair that passed through the ears flickered across the porcelain-white neck. The almond eyes were clearly black and white, clean and thorough, like the spring water.

He has delicate facial features, fair skin and beautiful appearance, like a beauty on earth.

"I'm sour." Zhou Shanshan spit out two words in a blunt manner. She turned around from the chair, supported her elbows with her backrest, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Ask you a question, have you done it?"

“…”

"Zhou Shanshan, are you sick?" Before Jian Qing could respond, Lin Yi had already protected the calf and scolded him.

"Ask what's wrong, they are all adults." Zhou Shanshan shrugged indifferently. She glanced at Jian Qing meaningfully, "I just think that after a man makes a model like you, he will definitely not forget it."

Jian Qing frowned, feeling offended.

Her roommate Zhou Shanshan is from a wealthy family and is the only daughter of the family. She was raised in a honey pot and was spoiled.

She is a arrogant and willful lady who speaks straightforwardly and doesn't think about other people's feelings, but she is essentially not bad-hearted.

So Jian Qing was too lazy to care about her, so she just glanced at her lightly, didn't say anything, and turned around and closed the bathroom door.

She stood behind the door for a long time, and it was impossible not to be affected by Zhou Shanshan's words. She lowered her eyelashes and didn't know what she was thinking.

It took a long time to unlock the phone screen, and there was no new message notification.

“…”

Deep down, I felt a little bored and hugged myself, who was looking forward to me, so Jian Qing held the lock screen key on the right and turned off the phone.

Outside the dormitory, Lin Yi didn't have such a good temper, so he shook Zhou Shanshan's face and stretched out his feet to kick her, "Go back to your seat, don't sit here."

Zhou Shanshan saw that Jian Qing was unhappy and blinked her innocent eyes, "What are you doing? Am I praising her?"

"Is there anyone who praises people like this? They are not as open as you can, so don't take the kids badly?" After Lin Yi cleaned up the toilet paper with his nose on the desk, he took out the shelf and played with it, and no longer paid attention to her.

Zhou Shanshan stared at the closed bathroom door and tweeted, pretending to be good.

Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom. She felt bored and crawled back to the bed to pull up the curtain.

The curtain was pulled quickly and urgently, as if venting dissatisfaction. After a while, he made a video call with his boyfriend and soon laughed so hard that he trembled.

After Jian Qing took a shower, the atmosphere in the dormitory was a little heavy. She carried the changed clothes and went to the laundry room downstairs of the dormitory.

Several washing machines operate at the same time, making a sound of stirring the water flow.

She found an empty washing machine, set up the mode, sat on a wooden chair and waited. Her wet black hair was hanging on her shoulders, the warm light was dim, reflecting her skin that was almost transparent.

The sound of the "knock" of the wall clock pointer walking on the wall is annoying.

For the first time, Jian Qing felt that it would be so slow to wait for the washing machine to wash clothes.

She put her hands in her sweatshirt's pocket, holding the warm phone, and tossing and turning.

Finally, I couldn't help but take out my phone and turned on it.

The phone vibrated twice, and her eyelids slightly raised and quickly hung down.

It was Zhou Shanshan who sent her a WeChat message.

Zhou Shanshan: [I’m sorry just now.]

Zhou Shanshan: [Weibo Share: Menghualu Game Art Original Painting Design Competition...]

Zhou Shanshan: [This is a recent event held by my boyfriend's company. I asked about the prize money, and the first prize is 150,000, you can take a look.]

“…”

Jian Qing lowered her head, typed and replied thank you, clicking on the Weibo link.

This Weibo post is very popular, and has been reposted tens of thousands of times and has more than 100,000 likes.

Although she doesn't play games very much, there are many painters she likes who are involved in this circle, and she also knows a little about it.

Jian Qing flipped through the topic of "Menghualu" on Weibo and gradually got to know this game.

"Menghualu" is a Chinese-style mmorpg PC game that has become popular in the past two years. Even the overseas game market has been divided into a large amount of cake.

Last year, he was also nominated for the most important Game of the Year award in the Golden Rocker Awards.

The Golden Rocker Award is known as an Oscar in the gaming industry, and its attention can be imagined.

Although "Menghualu" missed the award in the end, it really inspired the domestic gaming industry and allowed people to see the dawn and ceiling of domestic games.

The game focuses on an immersive plot experience, shaping many classic characters and derives countless fan works.

The original painting design competition is divided into two groups: the original painting of the game scene and the original painting of the game character. Because it is a live painting and results are produced on the spot, you can only participate in one.

The registration deadline is exactly twelve o'clock in the morning tonight, and the competition is from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. on Friday, with a total of eight hours of drawing time, which is not sufficient.

To be honest, Jian Qing was a little unconfident, especially when she found that many of the painters who looked familiar to her seemed eager to try and were preparing to participate in the competition.

She rubbed her fingertips repeatedly on the back of the phone case, and she couldn't think of any other way, so she could only try it.

drop--

The washing machine completed the work and issued a urging prompt. Jian Qing stepped on the deadline and submitted her registration application on the game official website.

She opened the Nanlin Bank app again, but there was still no new news.

Suddenly I regret the transfer information I sent out on the playground just now.

After pursing his lips and thinking for a moment, Jian Qing clicked on the transfer entrance again.

Enter the transfer amount: 1

Write a sentence in [Transfer Pinyin] and resend it.

The night is deep.

After Lu Huaiyu coaxed the child to sleep, he read the latest international stomatology literature in the study for a long time, and before he knew it, it was early morning.

He reached out and took off the silver thin-edged glasses that were placed on the bridge of his nose, twisted his beautiful eyebrows, his eyelids drooped, revealing a lazy and tiredness.

The phone was muted. When he unlocked the screen and looked at the time, he realized that he had received two text messages.
To be continued...