Shi Yin didn't know why the school bully could say the words "My pen name is Sweet Apple Candy" so fluently, so naturally, so calmly and without changing his expression.

It's like she can't figure out why a muscular man would draw a girl's comic, and the drawings are so delicate, so gentle, sweet, and so penetrating.

He also named himself Sweet Apple Candy.

From junior high school to entering society, how many tragic stories and accidents have happened to school bullies in the past eight years.

Shi Yin's expression changed again and again. The school bully didn't seem to notice, and he began to talk endlessly about his opportunity to enter the comics industry.

"I once sent my cousin's child to a cram school. I was too lazy to go back, so I waited for him in a nearby bookstore. There were all comics there. I was bored waiting, so I flipped through a book and read it. The result was ugly.

Damn, I thought I could draw too, so I signed up for a class and studied casually for a year."

Shi Yin: "..."

School bully: "What's the author's name, Shi Yi? What kind of drawings are there? Now anyone can be a cartoonist, haha."

Shi Yin: "...?"

The school bully was smiling mockingly, but then he suddenly thought of something and raised his eyes and asked, "By the way, what's your pen name?"

Shi Yin: "Haha."

Shi Yin felt that her conversation with the sweet apple candy was quite unpleasant, but the food at Jinding restaurant was indeed delicious. Shi Yin was not very good at cooking, and she was very lazy. She usually either ordered takeout or made random meals at home every day.

She ordered something to eat. This meal whetted her appetite and made her feel happy.

Putting aside the school bully’s criticism of Tokiichi, the cartoonist.

"The color is very poor, and the content is average," the school bully held a fork in one hand and tapped the table with his fingertips, "Although I do shojo manga, many things in shounen manga should be similar."

"It's a lot different," Shi Yin said unhappily, "You'll know after you draw a shounen comic once."

The school bully was probably having a good time chatting. He grinned, showing his big white teeth, and the bright smile had a sinister look on his face: "This summer newcomer award, I am going to try the Battle Shonen manga.

, the draft has been drawn, and it’s called "The Love of Peach"."

"..."

Shi Yin didn't see where the name came from "Fighting", "Love Shura Field".

While chatting over a meal, a blind date inexplicably turned into an exchange meeting between two cartoonists. Halfway through the meal, Shi Yin went to the bathroom.

After washing her hands from inside, she took out a piece of paper from under the mirror, walked out, and casually glanced out the window.

It was past seven o'clock, and it was already dark outside. The sky showed a blue and purple color, with no stars visible, and the color was as rich as a velvet curtain.

Looking down from the glass window of the restaurant on the top floor, the world below is bustling with traffic, row upon row of high-rise buildings, brightly lit, the light of car lights and street lights interweaves, and it is as bright as day.

The sky is full of fiery trees and silver flowers.

Shi Yin was born in this city and grew up here. He has seen nights like this countless times, but he still can't help but want to stop every time.

In front of the huge glass of the restaurant, a woman's figure is reflected in a blur. It is stretched a bit, and the black dress almost blends into the background, and the exposed skin is particularly clear.

Shi Yin groaned for a while before he noticed another figure reflected on it.

The man was leaning against the marble pillar at the bathroom exit. He was wearing dark clothes, his shadow was blurry, and his facial features could not be seen clearly.

He was motionless, just standing there looking in her direction, giving people the illusion that he had been standing there for thousands of years.

Shi Yin turned around.

Gu Congli looked at her with his eyes slightly lowered, his eyelashes lightly covering his light pupils with a dark layer.

Cold and gloomy, with a hint of violence hidden inside.

Shi Yin unconsciously shrank his shoulders and couldn't help but want to retreat.

Just being looked at by him like this, it was as if the whole person had been cut open and reassembled. He wanted to move but couldn't, and was nailed to the spot.

She blinked and looked over again, her narrow eyes were filled with anger and indifference.

Shi Yin held the tissue paper that had been wetted by water drops in his hand. He leaned forward slightly and whispered: "Editor Gu?"

Gu Congli didn't answer.

Shi Yin waited for two seconds and walked towards him.

A simple black waisted dress, the skirt fell a few inches above the knees and swayed slightly with the girl's movements.

Slender wrists, thin white arms, round shoulders.

Going up are the lines of the collarbone and the curvature of the neck, which are so thin and fragile that if you pinch them with one hand, they will break like a doll.

Gu Congli looked away calmly.

Shi Yin just walked up to him.

She wore very delicate makeup today, her eyes were slightly raised, and her lipstick must have just been touched up, making it a very rich red.

After a few seconds, the lips moved slightly and uttered the words: "Editor-in-Chief, are you here to eat too?"

Gu Congli raised his eyes.

The girl raised her little head and looked at him with dark almond-shaped eyes, blinking like two long eyelashes.

He glanced at her hand and suddenly said: "Original foreign trade order?"

"Ah?" Shi Yin didn't react.

After two or three seconds, she looked at the bag in her hand.

The two C's are back to back, overlapped and hanging with claws and teeth.

Shi Yin opened his mouth and tried to explain: "No, no, editor-in-chief, I was joking that day. I just hit it casually. In fact, I don't sell any original orders."

Gu Congli nodded with a calm expression: "You lied to me?"

"..."

Shi Yin didn't know how to answer, racking his brains to think of some suitable reason, but he had no choice. Unexpectedly, he had to grin miserably, and after a long time, he said slowly: "You can't say that, either.

At once……"

Gu Congli tilted his head slightly and waited patiently for her answer.

He has narrow swollen eyes and thin eyelids, which makes him look a little cold and unfeeling. With his eyes that are hooked in and out, he seems to be a bit seductive no matter how you look at him.

As he looked at her quietly with his head tilted and expressionless, he somehow felt a little more innocent and childish, as if he was tempting people.

Shi Yin felt like he was being tempted.

This man, I haven’t seen him for several years, is really getting higher and higher.

She swallowed in vain and said honestly: "I want to have a word with you..."

No one spoke anymore, and there was a moment of silence.

Gu Congli lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled.

Shi Yin felt a little hot.

She has been thick-skinned for so many years, but she never thought that one day she would be embarrassed.

Male lust is harmful to people.

Before she could blush, she heard the harmful man say softly: "Are you calling me an idiot?"

Shi Yin: "..."

Shi Yin was shocked.

She suddenly raised her head, eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief, disbelief, and horror.

Gu Congli's tone was calm and did not distinguish between joy and anger: "Shi Yin, I haven't taught you for several years, but now you are so brave."

The girl's face was pale and bloodless, her face was haggard, her eyes were desperate, and she looked like she was about to cry.

She apologized tremblingly: "Teacher Gu, I was wrong. I didn't mean it. I thought-"

——I thought you blocked me and I couldn’t see you scolding you.

She didn't dare to say the next words for fear that she would be beaten to death here.

"Editor..." Shi Yin looked at him pitifully, "I really didn't mean it, don't be angry."

He didn't speak.

Shi Yin wanted to continue his efforts, but Gu Congli suddenly said: "Draw the manuscript of the new serial and give it to me before Monday."

The topic changed so quickly that Shi Yin didn't react and looked confused: "What?"

Gu Congli glanced at her and repeated succinctly: "On Monday morning, I will pick up the manuscript for the new series."

Shi Yin: "..."

Today is already Saturday night, which means that he will have one day tomorrow. He wants her to draw dozens of pages of manuscripts for the new serial. Isn't this nonsense?

Even if she flew home and stayed up all night painting, she still wouldn't be able to finish it.

When Shi Yin returned, Lin Youhe was playing with his mobile phone.

After having a frightening exchange with the cold-faced man with a strong aura, Shi Yin now looked at the expressive face of the school bully and felt unusually friendly.
To be continued...