Chapter 27

Although Martin's research was so bizarre in every way, it was indeed because of this that he was absorbed into the secret laboratory of the Holy Spirit Medicine Society. After all, some things are waste if used in the wrong place, but treasures if used in the right place.

Therefore, Jiang Zhulang planned to take advantage of his opportunity and follow in.

After he agreed with Martin's idea, Andre said to him in a daze: "Lan Nuo, don't agree to him just because you are embarrassed to refuse. He is really..." He hesitated for a long time and couldn't find an exact adjective.

Jiang Zhulang shook his head slightly: "No, I really think his idea is very interesting."

Andre had a look on his face that said "as long as you're happy", as if he had already seen the bleak future of his going astray.

After the banquet, Martin said reluctantly: "Lan Nuo, I will wait for you at the pharmacy! I can't wait to do research with you to make the world full of mushrooms! Long live mushrooms!"

Jiang Zhulang: "Ahahaha..."

He left the comic world exhaustedly. Time instantly changed from early morning to noon. The sudden change from night to day made him feel dazed for a moment.

Jiang Zhulang decided to take a nap first.

In his dreams, he dreamed that he was surrounded by mutated mushroom people who forced him to share their food; in another dream, he dreamed that he was trapped in an endlessly repeated social banquet, listening to the people next to him bragging for the thirty-seventh time that he could recite a twelve-line poem when he was three years old.

All in all, I had a very restless sleep and after waking up I felt more tired than before going to bed.

Sighing silently, Jiang Zhulang decided that from now on, "Lan Nuo" would never attend any banquets, any!

Anyway, the occasions where he needs to socialize are gone, so he just needs to be quiet and do his job well.

After getting the new phone from the express station, he immediately migrated the data and then sold the old phone to the recycling shop at the entrance of the community. Because the model was old and it was a generic brand phone, and the screen was broken and the memory was not much, he only sold the old phone that he had used for several years for fifty yuan.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Although there is not much, Jiang Zhulang is still very happy.

With the new phone, even the app startup speed is much faster. Jiang Zhulang browsed the Penguin Space and saw Brother Li used his private account to post a few complaints about his parents being addicted to playing mahjong.

It was a surprise that he had the editor’s private social media account as a friend.

Normally, an editor would never share his or her private life with his or her contracted authors, but Jiang Zhulang and Brother Li knew each other before he signed the contract with Manhuamao.

Jiang Zhulang is a warrior who does not separate the second and third dimensions. Whether they are classmates or netizens, they are all added together on the Penguin account, and he never blocks them in groups.

He and Brother Li met at a comic convention. At that time, Brother Li saw a piece of peripheral he liked and was about to pay for it, but his phone was out of battery, so he asked Jiang Zhulang, who was passing by, to help him scan a shared power bank.

Jiang Zhulang can still recall the "shocking" conversation at that time:

Brother Li: "Brother, my phone is out of battery, please help me scan a power bank!"

Jiang Zhulang glanced at the crowded power bank rental place a hundred meters away and said lazily, "I'm too lazy to leave. I'll give you the phone, go scan it yourself."

Brother Li: "Emmm, that's ok? I'll leave my ID here with you, wait for me."

Just like that, I don't know where the two of them got the trust from each other, one dared to give, the other dared to take, and they successfully became lying netizens who lost their online names. They made appointments with each other to attend comic conventions several times, but they all canceled because the other one happened to have something to do.

It was not until Jiang Zhulang successfully signed a contract with Comic Cat and added the editor's contact information that the dialogue box remained blank for several years. Suddenly, Li Ge's private account, which only appeared in the likes list, popped up and sent a shocked emoticon. Jiang Zhulang realized that there were such coincidences in the world.

Pulling away from his memories, Jiang Zhulang spent some time on his phone to slack off before drawing his experiences in Nidos. There wasn't much content, far from enough for one update, but he didn't plan to enter the comic world right away.

Jiang Zhulang felt his scalp tingling just by recalling the boring experience of the whole night. Maybe it was because the venue was too warm, or maybe it was because he was slightly drunk on the fruit wine, he just felt that he was about to melt into the soft and fuzzy atmosphere, chaotic and hazy.

He thought: He needs to slow down.

When he is not drawing comics or sleeping, Jiang Zhulang's life is regular and boring. The large amount of free time between meals and sleep is used to catch up on anime.

No matter whether it is a classic old anime or a well-received new work, Jiang Zhulang accepts all of them. He records the wonderful parts in his book and uses them as learning materials.

One day, he had just opened a bowl of instant noodles to eat with his meal when his cell phone rang with a text message, telling him that he had a package waiting to be picked up.

Jiang Zhulang carefully recalled and opened the shopping software. He was sure that he had not bought anything else except the mobile phone recently. He couldn't help but feel curious:

Is this some new type of fraud?

He decided to go down and take a look.

After arriving at the post station, Jiang Zhulang reported the express number and carefully opened the package under video recording. He found that it was a thank-you gift from the charity foundation to which he had donated before - a little rabbit made of straw.

There was also a handwritten thank-you letter in it. The handwriting was very neat, but there was a lot of space between the words and there were some typos.

How much has he donated?

Oh, more than fifty thousand.

This is a large sum of money in real life, but it is not enough in the field of charity donations. How can such a sum of money be used to receive a handmade thank-you gift?

He was a little surprised.

Jiang Zhulang opened the foundation's website homepage and checked the charity event log. After thinking about it, he donated half of the cash withdrawal from the Comic Cat reward.

To be fair, although he spent money like water when he was in Needles, in reality, he attached great importance to money. Even though he has earned a lot of money now due to the popularity of comics, he still saves money wherever possible.

Frugality seemed to be ingrained in his bones.

But somehow, every time he saw the shocking photos and extremely heavy texts on the official website of the Charity Foundation, he would think of the netizen who left a deep impression on him.

Jiang Zhulang didn't understand. He had never met an online friend before, but he remembered her for so long and so deeply. Perhaps it was because the separation came so suddenly and so heavy.

He thought that if the netizen had simply changed her phone or cancelled her account, he would not have had such a deep impression. Even if her painting skills were outstanding, under the erosion of time, it would only become a vague and dissipated memory.

Perhaps now, many years later, when he opens the Penguin List and sees her name, he will still wonder: Who is this person and how do they know each other?

Or maybe he was trying to make up for an inevitable flaw, trying to help those in need with his little strength.

Jiang Zhulang smiled and thought: If his thoughts were posted on the Internet, he would probably be criticized as a "holy father".

Shaking his head to dispel the inappropriate thoughts, Jiang Zhulang opened the comic cat forum and began to peek at the screen as usual.

Title: [Why is the forum so smoky now? Every time I open a post, everyone is talking about CP. Didn’t the author say this is a gay work? So they just keep talking about it] (explosion)

[(Huangdou wipes sweat jpg) You really can't bear it a little bit, can't you give us who are just watching the plot quietly a little space for discussion? No matter what the post is about, there are people who ky, it's so annoying]

[+1, a bunch of people were eating broccoli, it made me speechless...it was obviously a normal interaction]

[There are still many people who take fan videos as the original plot, which makes me feel embarrassed]

[Just swear, you don't care about the world, you still care about whether others swear or not? You live by the sea, so why do you care so much? If you don't like it, just don't click in.]

[(rolling eyes) This is so funny, the author drew it like this, and he still doesn't let us swear? Who is this straight man who flatters his brother and commits suicide to save his brother? I don't believe it's not intentional]

[To be honest, the author himself doesn’t seem very straight either…]

[? ? No, why is Lan Nuo not straight? Aren't these actions common between good friends? Don't be a lesbian and just watch people get gay, okay? ! ]

[And why is Ranma-kun not straight? ? Just talking about the characters is just talking about the characters, but isn't it too much to raise the issue to the author? ]

[Speechless, I am completely mad]

Jiang Buzhi Zhulang: ...He couldn't understand it, but was greatly shocked.

I never expected that the plot party and the CP party in the forum would argue for thousands of floors and even extend it to him.

Jiang Zhulang, who had never experienced such a big scene before, first reacted by sharing the link.

"[Link] Brother Li, help!"