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"Sister, the sun is shining on your ass, it's time to get up!"
The cousin grabbed Zheng Yimian's quilt, and stubbornly turned her face against the wall to her side.
Zheng Yimian turned over, stretched out her hand to grab her cousin's little face: "Understood, sister get up immediately."
Mother stood at the door with a spatula: "You played so late last night, I knew you wouldn't be able to get up again this morning."
"It's twelve o'clock, I'm sorry I have no food to eat!"
The bedroom door was closed, Zheng Yimian took out her phone and looked at it - half past nine.
That's right, the three big lies of mothers all over the world: "If you sleep any longer, it will get dark", "I'll make a hygienic sound so you can continue to sleep", "Drink, this water is not hot at all".
Zheng Yimian coughed lightly, put on her clothes and prepared to wash up.
It was said that it was very late to play, but in fact it was not that late, but Liang Yu and Liang Yu set off a hand-held firework downstairs.
She stood up, and there happened to be a mirror in front of her. As soon as she took off her pajamas, she found that Liang Yu's masterpiece on the neck had faded a lot, and it was almost invisible.
However the collarbone goes down
Zheng Yimian pinched her nose angrily, wanting to cry but not crying.
? How on earth was he so fascinated by him last night, I promised him that I added a new one
Still too uncertain, Zheng Yimian buttoned up the last red heart-shaped shirt button, and checked.
Forget it, anyway, I can't see it here.
When we met later, Liang Yu smiled and weighed her light blue inner shirt, licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, squinted her eyes, and said with a proud look: "I have made great progress, right?"
Zheng Yimian: ""
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Not long after the Chinese New Year, W University started school quickly.
? At the beginning of March, Zheng Yimian handed in the serial draft of "Wan Yaosheng", waiting for the manga to be officially launched.
Now that the Internet is officially developed, fewer people read comics on the web, and instead, these readers merge into one group and drill into the app.
Xi Qing¡¯s main mobile phone terminal is the client terminal. The experience of the app is not bad. There are various types of detailed classifications in the top column. You can filter comics according to the needs of users. You can also filter them based on popularity, comments, Readers reward rankings to make different arrangements.
The big picture on the homepage is a slidable module, which is basically the most popular comics in the current issue, and there are five in total.
The app of Xiqing Manga is updated every Monday, and different recommendations have different requirements and types.
Zheng Yimian and the others belonged to the contracted authors, Xi Qing signed theirs, and the other authors belonged to the contract of comic works.
Therefore, the recommended positions of signed authors are generally better than those of ordinary authors.
Editor Chengcheng received Zheng Yimian's file, and sent a message: [I got it, I will notify you if you are recommended. ¡¿
A few days later, on Monday, Chengcheng hadn't gone to work yet, and she didn't have time to notify Zheng Yimian. It was Li Min who first discovered it.
"Mianmian! I saw your new novel! It's up with Ke Yao!"
It was early in the morning at that time, they had professional classes at 8 o'clock, and they had to get up at 6:50.
It was almost seven o'clock and Li Minhao's voice woke everyone up.
Zheng Yimian opened the curtains, her mind was not very clear, but she still answered: "Yes, today is Monday, it should be changed."
"Click in and take a look!" Li Min creaked the bed, "Let me see how the two of you are doing now."
Zheng Yimian: "Let's look at it later, come down to wash first, and I will leave later."
Li Min turned a deaf ear and immersed herself in her own world: "You are more popular than her, and you have more clicks, ranking ahead of her."
"Maybe because I said it in the column and Weibo before," Zheng Yimian climbed off the bed ladder, and went to the sink to boil water with his slippers on. Because he just woke up, his voice was still waxy, "Minmin, if you don't come down again, we really want to late."
Li Min poked out a round head from the bed: "Why are you so calm?"
Zheng Yimian couldn't help laughing: "What's so exciting about this, it's not the first time we have a competitive relationship. There will be no problems, don't worry."
"That's right," Li Min got off the bed, "I still have great confidence in you."
When the professional class was over that morning, Li Min was still discussing this matter with Zheng Yimian.
She pointed to a column of comics and asked Zheng Yimian: "This star rating,??I have encountered many such troubles, but in the end I still did not lose myself. So now she is getting better and better, and she will hold a book signing next week, and invite me to see it. "
"Where are you going?"
"City y," Zheng Yimian said, "City y's comic industry is relatively developed, there are more comic companies, and signings are often held there."
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After "Wan Yaosheng" officially started serialization, Zheng Yimian will update a chapter every Wednesday and Saturday.
Fortunately, there are fewer classes in the second half of the semester. Zheng Yimian will spend a few hours every day drawing the serialization and saving manuscripts. In addition, she had already drawn the seventeenth chapter when the manuscript was handed in, so the serialization task is not heavy, and she does not need to worry.
On weekends, they said they wanted to relax her tense life, so Li Min and the others specially rented that kind of single-family villa specially used for social gatherings, in the pretense of experiencing a luxurious life.
It was already noon when we arrived at the villa. Those who should take pictures went to take pictures, and those who should play board games went to play board games. Zhao Yuan, who was paralyzed on the sofa, seemed boneless and muddy.
Zheng Yimian rested for a while, and asked Liang Yu: "Can you cook?"
He frowned: "Only some basic ones."
"Except for the two of us," Zheng Yimian pointed to Li Min who was playing foosball excitedly, "the rest of us don't know how to cook."
She blinked: "Then you can come into the kitchen and help me. It's easy to start."
Liang Yu said happily, "OK."
Entering the kitchen, Zheng Yimian began to search for the vegetables and meat they had bought before.
The purchase volume was too large, so she slowly took out the varieties one by one, and then screened them.
Her hair is long, and when she hangs her head, the strands of hair behind her shoulders often slide down the coat, blocking her cheeks and sight.
Liang Yu stretched out his index finger and gently brushed the hanging hair behind her ears.
However, it didn't take long for the hair to return to its original position.
Zheng Yimian murmured: "I knew I should have taken a hair tie to go out, it's too inconvenient."
Liang Yu stood behind her, put his hands on her sides, tightened them inwards, fixed her hair, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I will help you with my hands."
She was washing the vegetables in front, and his hands replaced the hair rope, helping her hold her hair in the back, so that the hair would no longer obstruct her view.
When she lifted her hair up, she could see her beautiful and well-proportioned neck. The long hair is often loose, blocking the sunlight, and of course, it is a bit dazzlingly white.
The darkness snaking into the collar is a mess, but it carries a soul-stirring sense of mission.
With her hair raised, he could smell the light, fruity lychee fragrance from her body mixed with the scent of shower gel.
The lychee pulp is round, the color is white, the flesh is delicious, and it can be broken by blowing.
Liang Yu couldn't help lowering his head and sniffing lightly.
Zheng Yimian froze, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and asked him: "What are youdoing?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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