Chapter 182: You can die but you can’t die socially

Lu Siyin still didn’t realize the seriousness of the matter and really thought Zhou Zipei was talking about the morning wind.

Zhou Zipei turned from Chen Feng’s novel to Li Guang’s comics.

In fact, the ridiculous and outrageous Mary Sue plot is the most insignificant part of Li Guang’s comics. It looks more like a crazy product when her mental state is unstable.

The most unattainable reason for her in the comics world is her style and aesthetics that countless people like and pursue.

There are many types, including suspense, fantasy, ancient words, apocalypse, etc.

But no matter which one, Li Guang always breaks through herself, the plot is fascinating, the rhythm is ups and downs, and the imagination is open. It is hard to imagine that this was drawn by a 19-year-old.

The first thing Zhou Zipei saw was the collection of paintings on Li Guang's homepage. She regarded it as a fan benefit. On average, there were only one or two paintings every few months, and there were only a dozen paintings collected in the past few years.

He clicked it with curiosity, wanting to see what she could draw. He thought it would be like the "Deep Sea" painting in the exhibition, or at least a simple photo.

But when he really saw it, Zhou Zipei's face suddenly darkened.

He fell silent as he looked at the 190cm handsome guy with eight-pack abs filling the screen.

And they were different types. The first one was a sunny and cheerful gym student with a brilliant and healing smile. When playing basketball, the hem of his clothes was accidentally lifted up, revealing his well-defined muscles.

The second one was a gentleman in a suit. He must be stupid to be standing in the bathroom taking a shower in a white shirt. The water wet the thin shirt, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, and it stuck to his body, revealing the clear outline of his abdominal muscles with smooth lines.

Damn green tea...

Zhou Zipei complained harshly.

The more he flipped, the uglier his face became.

Although they were all two-dimensional characters, Zhou Zipei still scolded each of them, as if he was facing a vixen who seduced his girlfriend.

The first one has really dark skin!

The second one has a stupid brain!

The third one is as weak as a chick!

The fourth one doesn't even have a better figure than me!

...

Lu Siyin finally realized that his eyes were getting colder and colder, and he looked at his phone as if he was looking at an enemy.

She quietly moved closer and looked over, and saw a familiar screen at a glance.

Lu Siyin: "..."

At this time, she still didn't realize the root of the matter, and naively thought that Zhou Zipei accidentally clicked it while surfing the Internet.

"Why are you looking at this?" She thought she had hidden it well.

Zhou Zipei said vaguely, "Nothing." Lu

Siyin suddenly had an idea and said in surprise, "You are jealous of them."

Zhou Zipei sneered and looked at her with a smile in his eyes, and said in an absurd tone, "I am jealous of them. What a joke! They can't compare to me even a hair."

Chu Mian: "..."

Lu Jingshu: "..."

Lu Siyin didn't expect his reaction to be so big. She nodded perfunctorily. After a while, she whispered, "Why are you broken?"

Zhou Zipei: "..."

Lu Siyin quickly changed the subject and said, "Oh, what's so good about these? In fact, I know this author too. Her other works are pretty good."

She was crazy about recommending them to him with her little thoughts that she thought no one knew.

Lu Jingshu couldn't bear to watch, but she couldn't bear it, so she gently reminded him: "Why didn't you play with your phone today?"

Lu Siyin said, "I was charging it in the room!" She

also said a cheesy love word with deep affection: "Playing with the phone is not as interesting as being with you guys."

Lu Jingshu: "..." I can't move, I can't move.

Zhou Zipei snorted. If he hadn't seen those messy things just now, he would have almost believed her.

Zhou San, who had been silent beside him, coughed and said, "Siyin, your phone seems to be ringing."

Lu Siyin: "Yeah, you can hear it from such a distance."

"Zhong San you are so awesome! You are so great! I admire you so much, hahaha." Commercial flattery, rainbow farts.

Zhou San shut up.

Chu Mian also spoke at this time: "Do you want to go and see? Maybe there is something urgent."

Lu Siyin was unmoved: "As long as I can't see it, there is no emergency." Zhou Zipei

said leisurely: "Maybe he is here to urge the manuscript."

"The submission date of the Artists Association is still early!" Lu Siyin said this heartlessly at first, and then suddenly thought of something and blinked guiltily.

It seems that there will be a "Xidong" author conference in a while. She can't be there, so the editor asked her to write a few hundred autographs to give to fans.

It's so funny. If the things she wrote were exposed, she would have no face to see people.

Maybe she went to the author conference in the morning and went to the police station in the afternoon.

As a result, there were too many things to do these days and she actually forgot.

Damn, maybe the editor called to scold her.

Lu Siyin prayed for two minutes in self-deception, and finally stood up. Under their complicated gazes, she hurriedly said, "I'll check my phone to see if it's full."

Without noticing the strange looks from others, Lu Siyin went upstairs without looking back.

Zhou Zipei, Chu Mian and Lu Jingshu looked at each other, knowing what was going on.

Three minutes later, a cry of despair and collapse came from upstairs: "Ahhhhhh——"

An extroversion was exchanged for complete introversion...

...

Lu Siyin's fingers trembled as she flipped through the overwhelming news on the Internet. She blocked all the contacts from many classmates.

There was no other reason, she was just too ashamed to see anyone.

Her face flushed with shame, and she recalled the conversation she had just had with Zhou Zipei. It was only then that she realized that she was the only one who had been kept in the dark.

Oh my god!

Lu Siyin was so embarrassed that she was looking for a way out of the room, not wanting to step out of the room.

Where's my face? Where's my face? Why ca n't I find it ? Wuuwu