Chapter 240

"What else can we misunderstand? We must misunderstand our relationship." Yingli said to Yusheng reluctantly.

"What's wrong? I just came to return something." Yusheng didn't understand each other's meaning and said with some wonder.

"Because no boy has come to my house to find me." Yingli shouted at Yusheng depressed. Then he murmured in a low voice. "Except for that fool."

"What are you talking about?" the feather student who didn't hear clearly asked.

"Anyway, you came back behind my back and then returned my things. In my mother's eyes, you are a rare boy who has something to do with me. Of course, she will have some misunderstandings."

"Well, I think you can explain it to your aunt. Since this is not such a shady thing," Yusheng said shyly to mention the bag to Yingli.

"The problem is that my mother can't explain at all. She will only immerse herself in her fantasy. If only she could explain." then Yingli kicked the next bed leg with a depressed foot. As a result, she accidentally involved the wound and grinned with pain.

"All right." Yusheng saw Yingli's appearance, hurried forward and asked with concern.

"It's all right. Now that you've brought the things, just put them on the table."

"Oh." Yusheng nodded and put the bag down on the desk.

However, when Yusheng came to the desk, he found Yingli's sketches scattered on the desk. Yusheng glances at them carelessly and finds that they are all very skillful paintings, which are more skillful than his sister's paintings.

Yusheng couldn't help but draw from the corners of his mouth. He thought to himself, can girls go in this direction if they can draw. So Yusheng can't help worrying about Zhenbai's future painting direction.

At the same time, Yusheng also saw a signature on the painting, which said cypress Yingli. Suddenly Yusheng felt that the name was very familiar.

"Hey! Don't look." at this time, Yingli also reacted. Her paintings on the desk haven't been cleaned up yet. Yingli, who further exposed her secret, quickly jumped to the desk to pull open the feather, and then was so flustered that she wanted to put away all her paintings.

"I've seen it anyway, and you don't have to be so troublesome." Yusheng has to persuade Yingli to stop doing useless work.

When Yingli heard Yusheng's words, she had to hold her hand on the table. She had a headache and grabbed her hair. Finally, he can only make up for the lost sheep, and some are powerless to say to Yusheng. "Don't say it, you know? Otherwise, you'll be dead. I'll do what I say."

"OK, OK, I promise I won't tell anyone else." Yusheng had to protect his hand in front of him and promised Yingli. "But are you Mr. Baimu Yingli?"

"That's right, it's me." Yingli was in a bad mood when she found so many bad things today. She smelled and answered Yusheng angrily.

"It turned out that you were the one who gave me bad comments. I wanted to be a painter, and I didn't offend you." Yusheng saw that this was a good opportunity and began to change the topic.

"That's your novel too..." Yingli doesn't know how to evaluate the ending of Yusheng's novel. After all, she can't say that the novel can't work in front of herself. "Anyway, I don't like the ending."

"I just wrote the ending according to the reality. After all, most childhood sweethearts can't get to the end." Yusheng had to explain.

"Who says you can't get to the end!" Yingli immediately fried her hair when she heard Yusheng's explanation.

"Why are you suddenly so angry?" Yusheng feels a little strange about Yingli's sudden attitude change.

"Nothing... Nothing. Anyway, you can write a better ending next time." Yingli also realized her gaffe and took the topic with a red face.

At this time, Yusheng noticed that Yingli's legs and hands were wrapped in gauze, so he asked her carefully.

"Well, your injury should be all right."

"Well, it's no big problem. It's just some bruises and sprains. Just take a break." Yingli looked at the gauze wrapped around her and was a little bored and unhappy to respond to Yusheng. "Really, I'm in a lot of trouble. I can't write now because my hand is injured. I don't know if I can catch up with the deadline."

"Deadline? Do you still draw comics?" Yusheng thought the other party was drawing comics when he heard Yingli's words, but he was curious when he remembered that the Gongkou paintings he had just seen were not similar.

"It's not a cartoon. It's just some friends' books, which are similar to the shame in the classroom. They are going to be sold on cm in the summer. Now their hands are hurt and they can't work hard, so they can't draw." Yingli replied with some depression.

"Er..." Yusheng was speechless after hearing the other party's answer. He didn't expect that such a pure and lovely beautiful girl would be a public painter or a painting book. Yusheng thinks the world is broken.

"By the way, since your novel sells so well, I think your ability to make up stories should be good." just when Yu Sheng's egg hurts, Ying Li suddenly thought of something and asked Yu Sheng.

"Eh? It's OK. Why do you suddenly ask?" Yusheng was suddenly asked by Yingli. He didn't react to what the other party wanted to do for a moment.

"I said, can you think of some plots for me?"

"What plot do you want me to think?"

"It's the plot of those books." Yingli Li said to Yusheng carelessly. In her opinion, since Yusheng is also a light novel author, she is also a house circle person. When everyone is the same person, Yingli didn't take Yusheng into account so much, and Yusheng already knows his secret anyway.

"Eh? Are you sure?" Yusheng feels that his brain is going to turn around. He shares a room with blonde girls, lonely men and few women, and then discusses writing a plot for gongkouzi. Yusheng thinks it's the plot of little butter. I can't help looking at Yingli. Her eyes are strange, especially when she accidentally looks at her.

"I'm sure. The books I drew are very popular, but I'm really not good at the plot, so I've been criticized many times. Really, those guys just want to see Gongkou's things when they buy books? How can they ask so much." Yingli Li didn't notice Yusheng's appearance, said complacently, remembering that those who criticized her were still a little angry.

"So, I decided to let you write the plot for me this time. I don't think you will disappoint me now as a best-selling writer. I'll hit them in the face this time."

"Well... Can I refuse?" Yusheng raised his hand carefully and asked.

"No!" Yingli interrupted Yusheng's thought.

"But..."

"If you don't help me, I'll send your photos of women's clothes to the Internet." Yingli threatened Yusheng fiercely. "If you make up the story to my satisfaction, I'll let you go when you suddenly entered the room."

"You remember."

"Asshole, how can you forget!" Yingli threw the draft paper at Yusheng angrily.

"OK, OK. I promise you." Yusheng reluctantly promised Yingli, because the voice of the system rang out.