First, a fan on Weibo discovered that the cover looked very much like Wen Xi's handwriting, and the pen name was exactly the same as hers. She hurried to find her to verify it, and after getting a positive answer, she was so happy that she went crazy.
I didn’t win the lucky draw during the Chinese New Year, but now her paintings are on the cover of a magazine, so why not buy a copy to keep and enjoy slowly!
Once it spread on Weibo...
So, unexpectedly, the issue of "Fireworks" in which the gold medal illustrator left was replaced by a newcomer who was temporarily hired, and the sales were still pretty good.
The editor-in-chief was delighted and decided to publish a good commemorative issue in the middle of the year to boost morale.
With unanimous agreement from the editorial department, the task of designing the cover and some interior page illustrations for the commemorative issue fell on Wen Xi.
Although there are still more than two months to the middle of the year, Hao Kaixin has already started calling her every now and then to urge her to submit the manuscript and inquire about the progress, as if he was afraid that she would run away, which made her very worried.
"Didn't I tell you, Editor Hao, that the manuscript must be submitted one month in advance?" Wen Xi said hello and began to comfort him skillfully without waiting for the other side to urge him.
In the past, after hearing this, Hao Kaixin would always be worried and give her many warnings, saying things like it was the 30th anniversary and the life and death of the magazine depended on her... But today was strange. Wen Xi closed her eyes and waited for a long time, but didn't get the nagging she imagined.
Instead, strange noises came from the phone.
Then, she seemed to hear the sound of someone arguing.
"What...what do you want to do?"
Although the voice had changed in tone due to nervousness, she still immediately recognized that the person speaking was Xu Shan.
Wen Xi quickly opened his eyes and looked at the phone.
It was indeed Xu Shan’s number.
But it was obvious that she wasn't yelling at herself.
Did I accidentally hit the call button?
The voice seemed nervous.
Wen Xi raised his eyebrows but didn't speak rashly.
Soon, a man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Shut up, be honest, and follow me obediently..."
"I don't know you. Maybe you got the wrong person. You..."
Just when I was hearing the crucial part, the call was suddenly disconnected.
Did he encounter some gangsters?
No wonder he didn’t come back for a long time after going to buy juice.
After spending so much time together, Wen Xi and this deskmate have become good friends who can talk about anything. It is impossible for her to ignore what happened to Xu Shan.
Wen Xi ran out of the classroom. There was no one in the security room at the school gate. Wen Xi didn't wait any longer and ran straight to the juice shop.
The two of them are regular customers here, and the store clerks are no strangers to her.
"You mean that classmate of yours? She seems to be going over there."
One of the shop assistants thought for a moment and pointed to a small alley in the opposite direction of the school.
She happened to be working the night shift and had a few words with Xu Shan.
"I think she said she was going to buy some wolf-tooth potatoes. I even joked that she wasn't going to lose weight, but she laughed and said that she had to eat a full stomach before she could lose weight."
"OK, thanks."
Wen Xi ran towards the alley the clerk pointed to.
She knew the potato stall. Because they didn't dare to set up their business on the main street, they often hid in this alley to do business. She and Xu Shan discovered it by chance, and they went there together several times.
It was already past dinner time, and there was no one in the alley, it was very quiet.
Not long after she ran into the alley, she saw a mess not far away.
Bright red watermelon juice was spilled all over the floor, and several broken wooden boards of varying lengths were thrown randomly on the floor, one of which was stained with blood.
Wen Xi frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
Watermelon juice is Xu Shan’s favorite, and the cup that fell on the ground is most likely hers.
It looked like there had obviously been a fight here, and there was blood.
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