Before Chen Lu could speak, Lin Miaomiao murmured, "Zhirou...you didn't save it, did you..."
For an artist, nothing is more devastating than finishing a drawing in half a day only to have the power go out and then discovering that you haven't saved it.
It could mean several hours of drawing going to waste, and just thinking about it is painful.
She had accidentally lost her sketches before, and then hid under the covers and cried all night.
Liang Zhirou was in a daze for a moment, then nodded blankly, her clear eyes immediately welling up with tears.
"Then, I remember you weren't using SAI2, you've always used SAI," Lin Miaomiao added softly. The SAI version is older and doesn't have the function of saving in real time every now and then.
At this moment, Liang Zhirou's tears were already falling. She bit her lower lip to suppress her sobs, and the tears slowly formed a line that kept running down her cheeks.
"Five hours of drawing for nothing..."
She was whimpering and sobbing, perfectly portraying her weakness, pitifulness, and helplessness.
Although it was a bit unethical, Chen Lu thought Liang Zhirou was incredibly cute.
This simpleton is probably a born punching bag.
After realizing what had happened, Lin Miaomiao quickly went over to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay, it's all Chen Lu's fault, why did he come home with nothing better to do!"
"Damn it! Lin Miaomiao, are you out of your mind?! How can a human being say something like that?"
Chen Lu grumbled as he handed over the tissues, then softly asked Liang Zhirou, "What are you two doing?"
Liang Zhirou sniffed, "I'm a little embarrassed to show you the commercial drafts for the mobile game I accepted..."
"It's just a commercial sketch. I thought she was taking you to see a porn movie." Chen Lu said with a hint of regret, then couldn't help but laugh. "What's the big deal? I'd be just as interested in reading your brochures."
He understood now; it was probably the kind of character art that panders to otaku mobile games.
Images of Taiho on certain routes, St. Louis... even those who haven't played the game have likely seen the suggestive content in the pictures.
Those who can create works like this can no longer be called painters; they are practically bodhisattvas in the world.
Upon thinking of this, Chen Lu's eyes lit up. Wouldn't he be able to get Liang Zhirou to paint whatever he liked in the future?
No, instead of wasting time on that, he should have coaxed Liang Zhirou into wearing it for him. This silly girl is much more erotic than those illustrations.
"Damn it, the world of anime is corrupting my Daoist heart," Chen Lu cursed inwardly.
He's living a fulfilling life now.
Lin Miaomiao saw Chen Lu's lips inexplicably curving upwards and rolled her eyes at him, saying, "MacArthur once remarked that in front of Chen Lu, I often felt that I was far from being born."
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
After getting rid of the obstructive light bulb, Chen Lu was about to return to continue comforting Liang Zhirou when he saw her wiping away tears while redrawing the painting.
She held a paintbrush in her right hand and a tissue in her left. Whenever tears welled up, she would wipe them away, sniffle, and continue painting.
Chen Lu was stunned by the scene for a long time.
That's why they say this silly girl is incredibly strong; she cries for a while, then wipes away her tears and continues drawing, while he would have a mental breakdown for quite some time.
He was so upset after losing the last match of the promotion series that he didn't touch the game for a whole day.
Liang Zhirou is different. Even if she cries, she will get up immediately. She won't even complain to herself.
After repeatedly confirming that Liang Zhirou truly didn't need his comfort, Chen Lu walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of iced cola, and leisurely walked to the balcony, taking a sip as if drinking tea.
"Chen Lu..." Liang Zhirou, who had been sitting quietly at the table drawing, called out softly.
"What's wrong?"
Why have you never pinned me against a wall?
"cough!"
Chen Lu had just taken a sip of cola when he choked, and now he felt like his breath was filled with the taste of cola.
He coughed for a long time, then looked at Liang Zhirou as if he had seen a ghost, "What did you say?"
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