In fact, if you think about it carefully, Gu Congli's change in attitude towards her seems to have started after she met Grandma Gu at the gym.

But Shi Yin was indeed tempted.

Gu Congli helped her paint, he really understood her well.

Thinking of her lying on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV series in the future, Gu Congli held the tablet and held a pen like a cow and a horse nest behind the computer to help her draw pictures for serialization and updates.

It's too rebellious.

She likes it.

Shi Yin felt that life was enjoyable, but that was all.

Shi Yin picked up the steamed pork ribs on the plate and stuffed it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged and he spat out the bones: "Let's start painting the fourth episode of "Hongming Longque" today."

Her heart was beating wildly, and her nervous fingers were trembling a little.

Gu Congli: "..."

Shi Yin was very kind: "I can't help but do something, either of us can do half the work?"

Gu Congli gave her a crystal shrimp dumpling: "I'll paint when I get back and fire your assistant."

Shi Yin's eyes widened: "Who?"

"That assistant of yours," Gu Congli paused, then added, "the one who has the key to your house."

Shi Yin didn't get the point: "Editor-in-Chief, please be reasonable, Qiuqiu is a good assistant."

"That's enough for me to draw for you."

"...This is not the same thing."

Gu Congli pushed the peanut smoothie forward: "That's the same thing. I don't want to go to your house one day and just sit down and see a man open the door and come in."

Shi Yin was a little uncomfortable with what he said. He always felt that something was a little strange, so he could only skip this topic and said sincerely: "Editor-in-Chief, you are really talkative today."

Twice as many words.

Gu Congli looked at her and suddenly frowned: "Don't all little girls like this?"

Shi Yin: "What kind?"

"Glib tongue." Gu Congli said seriously.

"..."

Shi Yin suddenly felt that Gu Congli didn't use idioms very well.

She should have discovered it when she was busy last time.

The two had morning tea. During the working day, Gu Congli had to go to work, and Shi Yin went home by himself.

Once you are alone and quiet, all the messy things you just forgot will come back to your mind.

Shi Yin wanted to see what Weibo was saying now, but he didn't dare to read it.

She lay on the bed, pulled the pillow and covered her head, whining and rolling around.

So are she and Gu Congli together?

Did she just silently agree?

When she said that, it should be quite obvious, so it was considered acquiescence, right?

But it doesn’t feel any different from before.

When they get along with each other, there is no difference between Gu Congli's attitude and their conversation...

But in that scene, the tea restaurant, Shi Yin imagined the scene where he was shy, embarrassed, blushing, and said "I do" as if he was being proposed.

"..."

It's too embarrassing.

Can't say it out loud.

Still very ashamed.

Moreover, Shi Yin was also a little concerned about the reason why Gu Congli chased her.

She pulled off the pillow and looked at the snow-white ceiling. Suddenly she raised her hand and patted her face. She raised her hand and stretched out her finger, pointed at the ceiling, and said seriously: "Shi Yin, we are all adults."

It’s just a relationship, we’re not talking about marriage, it doesn’t matter, the reason doesn’t matter, can you act more sophisticated?”

"You're not a little girl. Don't worry about questions like whether you love me or not. Doesn't it matter whether his grandma likes me or he likes me? Besides, maybe you're overthinking it."

After being quiet for a few seconds, she suddenly lost her expression in frustration: "How can you not like falling in love... You must like falling in love..."

The day after the trembling civet cat posted the Weibo, Shi Yin had already taken screenshots of all available chat records in his hand, as well as the time when the document was sent, and the modification time.

She spent an entire afternoon writing a long Weibo post, using up all her literary talent in her life, to clearly describe the ins and outs from the time when the shivering civet cat approached her for cooperation to the present.

If Gu Congli hadn't asked her to wait, she would probably have directly posted a clarification on Weibo.

In the afternoon of the next day, Shi Yin received Lin Youhe's WeChat message.

Sweet Apple Candy-sensei has probably been so busy lately that he is unconscious. His new serialization is in a weekly magazine, which is one episode every week, and this person is completely non-human. There is also another one of his shojo comics serialized in a monthly magazine.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Lin Youhe scrolled through more than a dozen of her WeChat messages.

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: I saw that one on Weibo. 】

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: What’s wrong with you? 】

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: Who is the trembling civet cat? 】

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: The cartoon on your Weibo is pretty good, is he the script? 】

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: I see how he said you changed his plot.]

Barabara, and so on, a lot.

Then a few hours later, several more lines appeared in succession——

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: Oh, I like this reversal. 】

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: I worry about you for nothing, okay, I’m busy. 】

Shi Yin: "..."

Shi Yin looked confused and confused, and first sent him an emoticon: [What's the reversal?]

After a few minutes, Shi Yin came back with a glass of water, and Lin Youhe replied: [?]

[School bully Xiao Tiantian: It’s on Weibo, didn’t you do it? 】

Shi Yin held the water glass, tilted his head, then opened Weibo and clicked on the trembling civet cat's Weibo.

The one that was pinned to the top is the previous one [Please give me an explanation from Teacher Shiyi]. The number of comments below is terrifying.

I can't seem to see anything wrong.

Shi Yin was a little confused. He clicked on the comments with a desire to be insulted and a little curious, and pinned the first one with the most likes to the top——

[Don’t pretend to be silent, okay, little sister, please explain this matter. I really believe your lies and think you are special. Your wife and you two have a very good relationship, haha.]

"..."

Shi Yin: "Huh."

She blinked, not understanding what was going on. She was afraid of being plotted, so she acted faster than she thought. She clicked a screenshot and continued to scroll down.

The content is almost the same, but there is another one at the very front that is about defending him against injustice and moaning when scolding him. It should be published a little earlier.

After scrolling down for a long time, Shi Yin finally managed to sort out the plot.

Of all the works of Shivering Tanuki from his debut to the present, except for the works that did not create any sparks in the first year and were very poorly written, none of them were written by him. Among them, the outlines of several of them in the early years came from the gunman, and the rest,

Every book since his popular mystery book was written for him by his wife.

Shi Yin was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

She really didn't expect this reversal.

The person who broke the news was a former fan of his, a die-hard fan who has been a fan of him since he first started writing articles, and it has been six years now.

It's a terrible thing for a die-hard fan to turn negative, because you never know how much dirty information he has about the author.

Shi Yin clicked on the die-hard fan's Weibo from the portal in the message below. The top post was a long Weibo with many pictures.

It can be seen that she used to really like the trembling raccoon cat.

She started to be a fan more than six years ago. At the beginning, the writing of Shivering Raccoon Cat was not good, the plot was childish, and the content was rubbish. She thought the author's pen name was funny, but she also felt that he had no readers and was a bit pitiful for being so deserted.

I just kept watching.

I wrote a few books about the trembling civet cat, and it gradually became more readable.

The die-hard fans feel that he has accumulated experience and writing skills, and feel that the gold has finally shone. They see him gradually being known by everyone, gradually becoming famous, and gradually increasing his fans from one hundred to one thousand to ten thousand.

The die-hard fan has mixed emotions, and he feels that he has indeed seen the right person. Seeing him getting better and better, and becoming more and more popular, he is really happy, but he can't help but feel like I have a daughter in my family.

The inexplicable and strange sadness that comes with growing up.
To be continued...