If we're talking about what marketing effect this comic convention brought to Liang Zhirou, it's probably just that it earned her the title of a socially awkward but beautiful artist.
This immediately touched a chord with many anime fans, and the number of fans has been increasing rapidly in the past few days.
"The topic has gone completely off track..." Liang Zhirou muttered nervously in a low voice. These new fans' attention had all shifted from the painting to her as a person.
"It's okay, you don't really rely on your looks to make a living, and you don't show your face. Sooner or later, their attention will be drawn to your paintings. I feel like you could really make a living by painting in the future," Chen Lu said seriously, completely ignoring the fact that this simpleton majored in accounting. But it didn't matter, since not many people actually end up doing something related to their major after graduation.
Didn't he, a law student, also come out to play games?
Chen Lu's words were like a reassurance, putting Liang Zhirou at ease. She crossed her arms above her head, stretched out her arms, and bent her slender waist in a graceful arc. Her top was pulled up part of the way by the movement, revealing a section of her fair and smooth skin.
"I'm satisfied as long as it's more profitable than the part-time jobs I did before." As if stretching is addictive, Liang Zhirou stretched until her spine cracked before she stopped.
Chen Lu stared for a while before coming to his senses. He cleared his throat and continued, "That won't do. You have to set your sights as high as possible, provided you have a chance of achieving it."
"Why?"
"Aim high and you'll get somewhere in the middle; aim for the middle and you'll get nowhere. Humans are inherently lazy. If you set your goals high and then slack off, you can still get pretty good results." Chen Lu took the opportunity to pat the girl's waist twice. "Don't be too lenient with yourself. Although I know you're just a little insecure."
Liang Zhirou shuddered at the sudden touch, blushing and giving him a reproachful look.
Chen Lu suppressed the throbbing pain in his conscience, his face cold, and his gaze calmly returned the gaze.
Sure enough, Liang Zhirou's pretentious demeanor vanished instantly, and she quickly and timidly averted her gaze, lowering her head with a wronged expression.
"Chen Lu, I didn't bully you, why are you looking at me like that..." she muttered softly, her face practically screaming grievance and injustice.
"It hasn't been used for hundreds of years, how come this trick is still so effective on you?"
Chen Lu gave her a smug kiss, then turned and went into the kitchen.
A while later, while Liang Zhirou was still drawing Chen Lu's pig head, Chen Lu returned to her again.
Liang Zhirou was startled when she saw Chen Lu's red eyes and the way he looked like he was about to cry. She quickly cupped his cheeks and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I feel so wronged, can I touch your leg?"
"Go ahead and touch it, go ahead and touch it..." Liang Zhirou became more and more anxious as she spoke, "Tell me first what's wrong with you?"
Chen Lu suddenly grinned mischievously.
"Although you're easy to fool, if I can fool you, I can fool the vast majority of netizens." He said, handing the phone to the girl.
"Here, record a video for me."
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