the next day.
The sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling foolishly, and the birds are saying good morning.
When Chu Li woke up, her first reaction was that she must have been folded up by Chu Chuan and kicked around like a ball all night, otherwise her waist wouldn't have hurt so much.
The second reaction is “when I was sleeping last night” What the hell, why did I sleep? Where’s the manuscript? The manuscript wasn’t proofread yet. Who approved that I fell asleep? Ahhhhhhh;
The third reaction was to grab the phone and take a look. Then I saw more than 20 unread messages sent by the green tea bird in the office at about 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. The central idea of these unread messages was: Chu Li, how many fucking authors did you find for the frontispiece project? Don't think that you can really let it go by using Zhuchuan as a shield, you useless bastard!
Chu Li: "..."
If I had to give myself the "Worst Day's Plan in the Morning Award" before I die and rest in peace, today would definitely be among the top three based on my solid strength.
It was seven thirty in the morning.
Rubbing his brows, Chu Li let out a long sigh and glanced at the half-proofread manuscript on the desk, which had disappeared... Of course, it was impossible that he was robbed in the middle of the night. Chu Li stood up calmly, stretched his waist, and walked out of the study in slippers.
In the corridor, Er Gouzi was wagging his tail while eating a can of dog food mixed with dry dog food, a perfunctory yet creative breakfast... Chu Li touched Er Gouzi's head, looked up and saw the man lying on the sofa -
The open proofreading book was firmly placed over his face, his hands raised in surrender; the slipper on the foot that was perched high on the sofa back was missing, and the other foot was curled up and bent; Crayon Shin-chan's pajamas were lifted up to reveal a large flat and firm belly, and a light blue hair under his belly button spread all the way to the elastic band of his pajamas; a small piece of the edge of his black underwear was exposed from the edge of his pajamas...
A man lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out, a gentle and gentle man like jade, Mr. Chuan.
Chu Li: "..."
Subconsciously glancing at the phone in her hand, Chu Li thought that if she opened the camera and took a picture now, then "Zhechuan" could be contracted by Yuanyue Society at a very low price... But because she was taken in by someone kindly last night, she did not do so. She walked lightly to the side of Zhuchuan, bent down, picked up the proofreading book covering the man's face and flipped through it -
As for the remaining 5%, the red proofreading marks changed from round kindergarten characters to beautiful characters with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. The characters were strong and powerful, and at the end they became a little sloppy, obviously because someone's patience was burning out.
Chu Li: “…Huh.”
Now, after hastily reading through those messy handwritings, Chu Li really felt that his conscience was being condemned for wanting to "grab the photo to accuse the fox" just a second ago.
Carefully putting down the proofreading book, he took out a blanket from the study and covered the man with it. The man lying on the sofa dropped his big feet from the sofa backrest. He frowned and opened one eye, glancing at the person who was bending over to cover him with the blanket. He said impatiently in a sleepy voice, "Are you getting up so early in the morning to fight ghosts?"
"It's half past seven, teacher. Today is Tuesday, a workday that doesn't exist in the dictionary of you unemployed vagrants." Chu Li's voice was rare and gentle. "I'll go wash up and heat up breakfast for you. You can eat it when you wake up. Remember to take cold medicine after eating, and go to bed..."
Chu Chuan raised his hands to cover his ears.
Chu Li: "..."
Chu Li found that no matter what earth-shattering and heartwarming events had happened before, once a normal conversation began, it would be difficult for her to maintain her love for the teacher in front of her for more than a minute... Chu Li wiped her face, told herself to stay calm, and squatted down beside the sofa and whispered to Chu Chuan to make sure he could hear her: "Anyway, thank you for finishing the rest of the proofreading for me, and for the blanket you put on me."
Zhao Chuan took his hands off his ears and glanced lazily at the little girl squatting next to the sofa: "Actually, under normal circumstances, I should pick you up and put you on the bed and cover you with a blanket."
"Oh," Chu Li nodded, "Why didn't you do that?"
"You're too heavy." Zhu Chuan said seriously, "I can't hold you."
First Li: “…………………………………………”
After all, no matter how many girlish hearts you have, they are not enough in front of this teacher. He can snatch your girlish heart from your hands, throw it on the ground, and then dance old people's disco on the shattered fragments of your girlish heart.
Chu Li resisted the urge to pull out the pillow from under Chu Chuan's head, beat him madly, and then cover his face with his hands to let him rest. She stood up silently and turned to the bathroom.
On the sink were disposable toothbrush covers, paper cups, and white towels with the labels still on them... Chu Li took these things and took a shower at Chu Chuan's house. After taking a shower and blowing her hair, she found a series of bottles and jars, most notably the magic water, by the sink.
Of course these things can't be for Ergou.
Chu Li stopped looking at the bottles and jars, and calmly applied her own Dabao sod honey to the mirror: "Well, who is not a little princess?"
Chu Li pushed open the bathroom door and walked out refreshed. She went into the kitchen and heated up breakfast for Chu Chuan. She brought it out and placed it on the dining table. She also placed cold medicine and a glass of water beside it. Chu Li turned around and looked at the man lying on the sofa with his head covered by a blanket. "Teacher, I have breakfast and medicine. Thank you for taking me in and helping me with my work last night. I'm going to work now, okay?"
The pattern of people covered with blankets on the sofa did not move.
Ten seconds later, when Li Chuli was wondering whether he was still alive, a big hand stretched out from under the blanket and waved as if to drive away flies: Get out.
Chu Li: "..."
Unexpectedly, this fox can be quite cute sometimes.
Chu Li stared at the big hand that was weak and impatient, sneered, carefully put the proofread book into the bag, put on his shoes, and left. Just after he walked two steps out of Zhuochuan's house, the screen of his mobile phone suddenly lit up -
【Zhaochuan: It’s a bit embarrassing to say this in person, please remember to take your personal belongings with you, otherwise I will send them to the editorial department in a transparent plastic bag via SF Express with payment on delivery, and note: must be delivered on a weekday.】
【Zhuchuan: Yes, this unemployed vagrant unfortunately knows what a "working day" is. 】
【Zhuochuan: It’s a good day when a person makes a fool of himself and the whole world can see it. 】
Chuli: “………………………………”
Proofread this get.
Wallet and cell phone keys Dabao sod honey get.
People are here.
Nothing was left behind.
And retract previous positive comments.
What a cute shit!
This devil!
…
An hour later.
Chu Li returned to the editorial office on time at work in the morning and handed in the proofreading results of "The Divine Book of Luo River". Amidst Yu Yao's praise, Chu Li calmly accepted Xiao Niao's sarcasm. The semi-new editor sitting in his seat turned around and said with a smile: "Chu Li, after handing in Teacher Zhechuan's manuscript, you should also return to the planning of the frontispiece. I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. Did you receive my WeChat message? What are you doing?"
Chu Li: "I was finishing the final proofreading of the Luohe Divine Book..."
Xiaoniao: "I am also doing proofreading for Teacher Nian Nian. How come I am not as busy as you?"
Chu Li paused in his sitting position, raised his eyelids and glanced at Xiao Niao: "Maybe it's because Teacher Nian Nian's manuscript has fewer errors? He is such a considerate person, unlike our teacher Zhuo Chuan, whose typos are directly proportional to sales, which is really annoying."
Xiaoniao was sneered, and the smile on her face froze. She casually and half-jokingly said in a low voice: "It's really tiring to work on a project with you. You have to be both a father and a mother... We are both newcomers, and I don't understand a lot. Can you pay a little more attention here and help find an author? Really."
At the end, he casually said "really?", but the tone was enough to make people so angry that veins on their foreheads jumped.
"Really? I'm sorry, I really can't find it."
As Chu Li spoke, he pulled out the "funny childhood stories" piece that Ah Gui had submitted the day before yesterday from his computer, checked for typos, and sent it to Lao Miao via QQ... He also attached a link to Ah Gui's Weibo in the work group where Yu Yao and everyone else were: At least judging from the number of Weibo fans, Ah Gui is not inferior to Nian Nian and the others.
——This is Chu Li’s final attempt to save face for Ah Gui’s page.
Just as Xiaoniao had said to Ah Xiang in the restroom before, it wasn’t that four authors submitted this damn thing, but that the front planning page of the three pages was equally divided among the four authors. All the jokes written by the authors would be submitted to Lao Miao for review first, and then Lao Miao would decide the division of the three pages based on the popularity and godhood of these authors. The authors with high popularity would occupy a large area, while the less popular ones would be squeezed into the corner…
Art editors generally don't know the difference in popularity between authors, so the text editor makes the rough plan, and the art editor is responsible for the detailed layout. In order to prevent Lao Miao and Xiao Niao from bullying others, Chu Li had to post the link to Ah Gui's Weibo in the work group where everyone could see it.
I wish I could stick a sign saying “We, the Ah Guis, are not much worse than you” on my forehead!
Lao Miao clicked on Ah Gui's Weibo link and was stunned for a moment, then turned around and smiled at Chu Li: "Hey, this author doesn't seem to be very transparent, why don't you try to ask her for a short story?"
Chu Li nodded expressionlessly: "Oh."
-Ask her a short article? If you push her into a corner this time, try to see if she is willing to write for you.
At this point, Chu Li still firmly believed: Although he was very angry, he had to admit that in this round of the planning, the little bird won.
……………………This feeling of frustration continued until noon that day.
There was a shocking reversal.
When Chu Li staggered back to his seat carrying the heated takeaway lunch from the supermarket and picked up his chopsticks to enjoy his lunch, suddenly a Q flashed in the lower right corner. Chu Li glanced at it and was stunned. He thought he was dazzled -
How could this person take the initiative to talk to me?
Until she held the chopsticks in her mouth, reached out to grab the mouse, double-clicked the flashing avatar, and a familiar dialogue box appeared on the computer desktop——
[Jiang Yucheng: Little Monkey, how are you doing in Yuanyue Society? Is there anything I can help you with? We are short of manuscripts or people, so feel free to ask :)]
With a clang.
The chopsticks in Chu Li's mouth fell to the ground. She half opened her mouth, unable to react from the shock and ecstasy.