Chapter 176
Jian Li did not tell her family about the house purchase. She planned to wait until her parents came to visit her and then take them to see her house.
After turning a string of zeros in her savings account into two houses, one would wonder how Jian Li's mentality has changed.
Jian Li would probably just smile slightly - she has accomplished a small goal in her life.jpg
Jian Li, who has accomplished her small life goal, meets her editor Jiang Rou at a teahouse near the university.
It is now the most beautiful season in Beijing. The cool autumn weather has covered the entire city with a bright yellow coat. Set against the blue sky, the capital city is intoxicating.
Jiang Rou sat in a seat by the window, staring out the window without blinking, trying to guess what "Zili" looked like.
Is he addicted to comics and wearing thick glasses, or is he unrestrained and full of artistic temperament?
Her eyes fell on the pedestrians outside the window, and Jiang Rou could not hide her excitement.
In the past five years, from the age of eighteen to now when she is about to usher in her own zodiac year, she has never seen Zhili.
The editor-in-chief hinted at the beginning, and later even urged her to go to Zhili's hometown.
"From the end of the college entrance examination to now, there must be a result, right? Do you know how many readers we lost in the year when she stopped publishing comics? This era does not wait for anyone."
There are geniuses everywhere, but now there are some single books that are living off their old reputation, but no new works have appeared for a long time. This is just another kind of wasting time.
At the editor-in-chief's urging, Jiang Rou picked up the phone many times, but finally put it down.
"Creation requires inspiration. As Zhili said before, she would come to me when she wanted to paint. Besides, she is very tired after three years of high school and needs a rest."
Jiang Rou endured the pressure and did not contact Zhili until September to ask her when she would start a new chapter.
She was surprised by Zhili's answer.
She said she had been admitted to a university in the capital and that they could meet in person during her time at university.
Jiang Rou told the editor-in-chief the good news, but the editor-in-chief did not seem as happy as she had imagined.
The comics market has shrunk in the past two years, and many well-known publications have ceased publication. Meihua has only been living off its old capital to this day.
Even if Zhili starts a new chapter now, it may not be able to save the dismal sales.
Jiang Rou of course knew all this, so she attached more importance to this meeting with Zhili.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, a girl with long hair and a turmeric coat stood in front of Jiang Rou's desk.
"Hello, are you the editor of "Charm"?"
Jiang Rou nodded blankly.
Jian Li smiled and said, "I am a pear."
Jiang Rou's surprise could not be ignored. Jian Li smiled and joked, "What? The editor doesn't recognize me?"
Jiang Rou took a deep breath and said, "...No, it's just that it's a surprise."
Jian Li sat down with a smile: "Then do you want me to sign for you and check your handwriting?"
Jiang Rou looked at the radiant Jian Li in front of her and relaxed: "Okay, I'll have to trouble you to sign a few more books for me later."
Jian Li has never held a book signing, so the number of autographs that have leaked is pitifully small.
Before Jiang Rou came today, the editors in the office all asked her to let Zhili sign a few comic books.
Although they had never met, Jian Li had a very good impression of this editor who had been in charge of her for five years. He did not interfere with her creation, nor did he bother her with many trivial matters. He also always sent her some gifts...
After a few words, the two became familiar with each other.
After learning that Zhili was admitted to Kyoto University, Jiang Rou was filled with admiration beyond words.
Look at her life. She drew a popular comic in middle school, got into a top university in high school, and is pretty...
What worries are there in such a life!
While feeling envious, Jiang Rou started her main editorial work - urging for manuscripts.
"Do you have any ideas for the third work?"
The response to the first two parts was very good, which to a certain extent made Jiang Rou have an extra filter for Jian Li. Under the gloomy environment, she still believed that Jian Li could create a new round of miracles.
Jian Li thought for a moment and said, "I have a prototype... I'll talk to you in detail once I have a draft. This time, I mainly want to learn about the progress of the animation production."
The copyright contract has been signed for more than half a year, and Jian Li is itching to know the progress.
Jiang Rou smiled and said, "You are too impatient. The production cycle of animation is longer. We won't be able to see it until next year at the earliest. As for "The Legend of Star Bamboo", the film and television companies have asked about it many times."
Jian Li asked which companies they were, and after listening, she still said she would not sell.
"Wait a few years."
Jiang Rou: "Okay, let's put the film and television company aside for now. I have an invitation here. You will definitely be willing to go, right?"
Jiang Rou took out an invitation letter from her bag. On it was written "The xth Domestic Comics Exchange Conference".
"I've been inviting you to this for a few years, but you always said you wouldn't go. Now I'm sure you have time, do you want to go?"
In recent years, because Zhili did not participate in offline activities, many rumors have been spread. I don’t know who said Zhili had passed away, and some readers even called the magazine and cried to ask if it was true...
"If you don't show up, I don't know how much gossip will come out."
Jian Li scratched her head and took the invitation: "Okay."
Just participate.
After exchanging contact information with Jiang Rou, Jian Li returned to the dormitory with the invitation letter.
Half a month later, she returned to the address on the invitation letter and casually stuffed the things into her drawer.
When Feng Baobao saw her returning to the dormitory, he chased her to ask for her homework.
"It's due next class."
Jian Li found the finished homework in her bag. Studying history is really interesting, but the workload is also really heavy.
There are so many things to memorize and read that many people lose their filters. The teachers are not very strict, but it is up to you whether you study or not. Anyway, the exams will not show mercy.
Chen Lanyu was one of them. She went to class with a sad face every day and didn’t even want to read when she returned to the dormitory.
There were only a few girls in the class. When Chen Lan failed to complete her homework on time, Feng Baobao felt that she was holding them back and always complained about her in private.
College is different from high school. When entering college, everyone becomes lazy without any prior agreement. Except for a few natural test-takers like Feng Baobao, many people have gone from "80 points still requires effort" to "60 points is great."
Chen Lan was afraid of raising baby Feng, and since her leg was not healed yet, she decided to stay at home more often.
The dormitory became three people again.
Early that morning, Jian Li was awakened by a burst of screams.
She sat up, her hair frizzing out, and looked at the door unhappily.
Such a loud noise came not from their dormitory, but from other dormitories.
Baobao Feng came in from outside carrying a basin of water, and felt gloating when he saw Jian Li's expression.
Jian Li: "…What's the noise outside?"
Feng Baobao: "The heating is on."
"so?"
Feng Baobao: "Do you think the people in other dormitories are all from the north, just like us?"
When people in the south saw heating for the first time, they were shocked.
Everyone gathered around the radiator, as if they had seen something strange, and got up early in the morning to feel the temperature of the radiator with their friends.
Jian Li lay back on the bed.
Feng Baobao was convinced: "You are still sleeping, it's eight o'clock this morning!"
Jian Li covered her head with the quilt: "It's already early, but I have to catch up on my sleep."
Jian Li has kept the habit of checking in from junior high school to high school, and from high school to college.
Following the last ring of the bell, Jian Li walked into the public politics classroom.
Gu Hong gave her a thumbs up under the desk.
Jian Li asked in a low voice: "The teacher is not here?"
This shouldn't be the case. The teacher of this course is Lao Ding, the head of the political science and law department. He has a bald head and stands at the door to count students every time he teaches. He is more serious about checking the sign-in than anything else. If someone is caught not going, then the score will be deducted.
Have you changed your gender today?
Before Gu Hong could answer, she saw the front door move.
A man walked in.
He looked too young, as tall as a pine tree, wearing simple jeans and a black sweater, with gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
There were whispers of discussion coming from the front.
It seemed that someone knew this young substitute teacher and was surprised and excited.
"Wow, it's the senior!"
"Who is this?"
"He's a senior from our School of Political Science and Law."
"Why isn't Old Dingtou here today?"
…
Gu Hong and Feng Baobao were whispering to each other through Jian Li.
Jian Li curled up into a ball in her seat.
The young teacher on the stage glanced around the audience and said, "Professor Ding fell down after get off work yesterday. I will be teaching the remaining weeks of this semester. I am Professor Ding's student and your senior. My last name is Tao."
"Tao Xingjian."
Jian Li didn't want to say anything at this moment.
She feels that life is a huge O. Henry novel, and coincidences come so suddenly and unexpectedly.
Tao Xingjian from the School of Political Science and Law, Tao Xingjian, a senior from the hometown association, Tao Xingjian, Cheng Yu’s brother…
Oh, and now it’s still her Jian Li’s temporary substitute teacher Tao Xingjian.
Tao Xingjian saw Jian Li huddled in the back row on the stage and raised his eyebrows.
It seems that every time I meet Jian Li, it is an unexpected occasion.
First time, second time.
Is this the third time?
"Everyone, open your books and turn to page 69."
"I'm looking for someone to elaborate on my main ideas from the essay I wrote last class."
Tao Xingjian looked around the classroom and pointed to the back row with expectant eyes.
"That classmate, the one wearing the woolen hat."
Jian Li quickly pulled off her hat, trying to take advantage of the situation.
Tao Xingjian almost laughed at her: "The one wearing a brown shirt, with her hair down, the fifth student from the right in the third row from the bottom."
Jian Li: ...
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