the next day.
The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are giggling, and the birds are saying early.
Chu Li's first reaction when she woke up was that when she was sleeping last night, Hiukawa probably folded her whole body up and kicked her like a ball all night, otherwise her waist wouldn't be so painful;
The second reaction is "when I slept last night" what the hell
The third reaction is to grab the phone and take a look, and then I saw more than 20 unread messages sent by the green tea bird in the office at about two o'clock in the middle of the night. The central idea of so many unread messages is: Li, how many fucking authors did you find for the frontispiece project? Don’t think that the matter of using Hiukawa as a shield is really forgotten, you trash!
First ceremony: "..."
If in the future, after the end of life, before being buried in the ground, I want to award myself some "morning award for the worst day" in my life, then I will definitely be able to be included in the top three today with excellent strength.
It was seven thirty in the morning.
Rubbing the center of his brows, Chu Li let out a long breath, and glanced at the half-corrected manuscript on the desktop, which had disappeared... Of course, it couldn't be because of a burglary in the middle of the night, Chu Li stood up calmly, and stretched Waist, stepping on slippers and walking out of the study.
In the corridor, Er Gouzi was cocking his tail and eating canned dog food mixed with dry dog food. Such a perfunctory and creative breakfast... Chu Li patted Er Gouzi's head, and when he looked up, he saw the man lying on the sofa—
The open proofreading book was firmly covered on his face, and his hands were raised high in surrender; the slipper of the foot that was raised high on the back of the sofa disappeared, and the other foot was curled up and bent; Crayon Shin-chan's pajamas were raised high to reveal A large flat and firm belly, a light cyan hair under the belly button spreads all the way to the elastic band of the pajamas; a small piece of black underwear is exposed from the edge of the pajamas...
A protruding, gentle as jade Gong Zichuan.
First ceremony: "..."
Subconsciously glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, Chu Li thought that at this time, he would turn on the camera and click a picture. From then on, "Ri Chuan" could be contracted by Yuanyue Society at various cabbage prices... But because of last night's At any rate, because she was kindly taken in by someone, she didn't do this, walked lightly to Hiukawa, bent down and picked up the proofreading book that was covering the man's face and flipped through it—
About 5% of the rest, the red proofreading marks changed from the round kindergarten typeface to the flying and beautiful characters. The font is strong and powerful, and it is obvious that someone's patience is burning out and becomes a little scribbled later.
Chu Li: "... Huh."
Now, after flipping through the messy handwriting in a hurry, Chu Li really felt that his conscience was condemned for wanting to "hold the photo to impress the fox" just a second ago.
Carefully put down the proofreading book, took out a blanket from the study and covered the man - the man lying on the sofa fell off the back of the sofa with his big feet, he frowned and opened one eye, glanced at it and bent over to himself The person covering the blanket said impatiently in a sleepy voice: "Wake up early in the morning to fight ghosts?"
"It's half past seven, teacher, today Tuesday is a weekday that doesn't exist in the dictionaries of you vagrants." Chu Li's voice was rare and gentle, "I'll go wash up and make you a hot breakfast. Teacher, you can eat when you wake up. , remember to take cold medicine after eating, and go to bed after eating... "
Hirakawa raised his hands to cover his ears.
First ceremony: "..."
Chu Li found that no matter what earth-shattering heart-warming incident happened before, once a normal conversation started, it would be difficult to maintain his love for the teacher in front of him for more than a minute... Chu Li wiped his face and told himself to calm down and follow the trend Squatting down beside the sofa and leaning close to Hiukawa's ear to make sure he could hear him, he said, "Anyway, thank you teacher for finishing the rest of the proofreading for me, and for the blanket that was draped over me."
Hiukawa took his hands away from his ears, and lazily glanced at the little girl squatting beside the sofa: "Actually, according to the normal situation, I should pick you up and put you on the bed and cover you with a quilt."
"Oh," Chu Li nodded, "Then why didn't you do that?"
"You are too heavy." Hiukawa said seriously, "I can't hold you."
First Ritual: "…………………"
After all, how many girls' hearts are not enough in front of this teacher. He can snatch your girl's heart from you, throw it on the ground, and then dance the old people's disco on the scum of your girl's heart.
Chu Li resisted the urge to pull out the pillow under Hiukawa's head and beat him frantically, then covered his face to let him rest in peace, stood up silently, turned around and went into the bathroom—
There are disposable toothbrush sets, paper cups, and white towels that have not been torn off the logo on the washbasin... Chuli took these things and took a shower at Hikawa's house, and after the shower, he dried his hair and was still on the sink. I found a series of various bottles and jars represented by fairy water—
Of course, these things can't be used by Ergou.
Chu Li stopped looking at those bottles and cans, and calmly wiped his big treasure sod honey in front of the mirror: "Well, who is not the little prince who brought it?"
Refreshed, he pushed open the bathroom door and walked out. Chu Li turned around and went into the kitchen to warm up Hiukawa's breakfast. He brought it out and put it on the dining table, and put the cold medicine and a glass of water beside him... Chu Li turned and looked A corpse-like man with a blanket covering his head on the sofa: "Teacher, I got breakfast and medicine. Thank you for taking me in and helping me at work last night. I'm going to work now?"
The person on the sofa under the blanket was motionless.
It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that Shi Li doubted whether he was still alive, and then a big hand stretched out from under the blanket, waving it as if to repel flies: Get out of here.
First ceremony: "..."
Unexpectedly, this fox occasionally looks a little cute.
Chu Li stared at the big hands that were weak and impatient, and put the proofreading book carefully into the cloth bag with a sneer, put on his shoes, and left. Just two steps out of Hiukawa's house, the phone screen suddenly lit up —
[Hikawa: It's a bit difficult to say in person, remember to take your personal belongings away, otherwise I will send it to the editorial department in a transparent plastic bag by SF express, and note: it must be delivered on weekdays.]
[Hikawa: Yes, the vagrant unfortunately knows what a "working day" is.]
[Hikawa: It is a good day when a person makes a fool of himself and the whole world can watch.]
First Ritual: "………………"
Proofread this get.
Wallet phone key big treasure sod honey get.
people here.
Nothing was pulled down.
And take back the previous positive comments.
Cute ass!
The devil!
…
after an hour.
Chu Li returned to the editorial office on time during working hours in the morning and handed in the results of the "Luohe Divine Book". Amidst Yao's praise, Chu Li calmly accepted Xiao Niao's sarcasm at the same time. Passing the chair, he said with a smile, "Chu Li, after Mr. Hiukawa's manuscript is handed over, you should return to the project of the next volume. I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night. Have you received my WeChat?" , what are you doing?"
Chu Li: "I was rushing to proofread the last point of "Luohe Divine Book"..."
Xiaoniao: "I'm also doing proofreading for Mr. Niannian, why aren't you as busy as you are?"
Chu Li bent down and sat down for a moment, raised his eyelids and glanced at Xiaoniao: "Maybe it's because Mr. Niannian's manuscripts have fewer mistakes, right? He's really a caring teacher, unlike our Mr. Hiukawa, who has typos and sales volumes." In direct proportion, there is no way."
The little bird was choked, the smile on his face froze, and he said in a random and half-joking voice: "It's really tiring to work on a project with you, and you have to be a father and a mother... both are newcomers." , I also don’t understand a lot, so you can come here a little bit more, and help find an author? Really.”
In the end, he downplayed the word "really", and the tone was enough to annoy people so that the veins on the forehead twitched.
"Really, I'm sorry, I really can't find it."
As Chu Li was talking, he pulled out the "Childhood Fun Story" that A Gui handed in the day before yesterday on the computer, checked the typos and sent it to Lao Miao with Q... By the way, it is a bonus in the work group where Yao and everyone else are. Link to Agui's Weibo: At least judging from the number of Weibo fans, Agui did not lose to Niannian and the others.
——This is Chu Li doing the last respect for Ah Gui's page.
Just like Xiaoniao said to Ah Xiang in the toilet before, either four authors handed in this damn thing, or the four authors equally divided the three P frontispiece pages—all the jokes written by the authors will be handed over to the old man first. Miao took a look, and then Lao Miao decided the division of the three Ps according to the popularity and godhead of these authors. The more popular authors occupied a larger area, and the less popular authors were crowded in the corner...
The difference in popularity between authors is generally not known to the US editor, so the text editor will make a rough plan, and finally the US editor will be responsible for the detailed typesetting. The blog link is posted in the work group where everyone can see it.
I can't wait to stick the banner "Our ghost is not worse than you" on my forehead!
Lao Miao clicked on the link on A Gui’s Weibo, was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and smiled at Chu Li: "Hey, this author seems to be not very transparent, why don't you try to make an appointment with her for a short story?"
Chu Li nodded expressionlessly: "Oh."
—Appoint a short manuscript? If you squeeze her into a corner this time, try to see if she is willing to write a manuscript for you.
So far, Chu Li firmly believes that although he is very angry, he has to admit that Xiaoniao wins in the first round of planning this round.
... ... ... This kind of aggrieved continued until noon that day.
There was a shocking reversal.
When Chu Li staggered back to his seat with the heated bento takeaway from the supermarket and opened his chopsticks to enjoy his lunch, suddenly the Q in the lower right corner flickered. —
How could this person take the initiative to talk to himself
Until she held the chopsticks in her mouth, stretched out her hand to hold the mouse, double-clicked to open the flashing portrait, and a familiar dialog box appeared on the computer desktop—
[Jiang Yucheng: Little Monkey, how are you doing in Yuanyue Club? Is there anything I can help you with? There are no manuscripts and people, so feel free to speak up:)]
bang.
The chopsticks in Chu Li's mouth fell to the ground, and she opened her mouth halfway, unable to react from the shock and ecstasy all at once.