Chapter 36

Lu Cheng just finished reading the magazine when the phone rang. When I picked it up, it turned out that it was Li Yuqi, the grandson of the mayor.

Lucheng had guessed why he called: "hello."

Sure enough, Li Yuqi said excitedly, "Hello! Hello! Dr. Lu? Have you seen the latest issue of square? I tell you, there is a new cartoon on it! It's really beautiful!"

"Well, actually, I've just finished reading it. There's really a very good work," Lucheng said. "It's a pity that it's too short to see at all."

"Yes, if only there were a little more. There are two other new works serialized together. I have to put it up and beat the other two works. I believe the author should draw more." Li Yuqi vowed, but he also reminded Lucheng.

"Yes, it's to vote," said Lucheng, opening the official website of weekly square with his office computer. "It's a bad time for this cartoon to end. It's good to wonder what will happen next to Duan Yu."

"Hmm? What are you talking about? Dr. Lu, how is Duan Yu?" at the other end of the phone, Li Yuqi noticed that it was wrong. "Don't you vote for the king of thieves?"

"Ha? The king of thieves? It's very good-looking, but it's still a little worse than the 'dance feeling' teacher. You can see it in detail." Lucheng said in the tone of an old driver teaching a new driver.

But how could Li Yuqi be so persuasive? "What's good about Tianlong Babu? The protagonist is as stupid as a brain cripple. He can only bear to be beaten in the face. It's too cowardly! I don't like that! Bai Kunlun in the king of thieves is much more handsome than Duan Yu."

"This is the beginning of the story. Nothing has started yet. I believe there will be changes behind Duan Yu. Besides, what do you do when you look at comics and stare at men? Look at girls more. They are so cute."

"I'm not interested. Women are in trouble. The monitor of my school is a woman. She urges me to hand in my homework every day. She thinks she can do whatever she wants if she is beautiful. In fact, if my father didn't let her, I would have asked several people to put her sacks and beat her."

"Oh, oh! I can't do it! Young man, if you believe me, you will be lonely." Lu Cheng wiped a cold sweat. This guy has a problem in mind.

"Well, in a word, I must support teacher Yunyan. No one will see the" Tianlong eight books "

"Hey, hey, let's make a bet. If I win, you will..." Lucheng smiled confidently. The boy is still too young. He has been living in the second dimension for nearly 20 years. Can't you see this?

"OK! It's a deal!" at the mayor's house, Li Yuqi, who has been discharged from the hospital, helped him lie in bed with plaster, and he also looked confident. "The king of thieves is so good-looking. How can he lose?"

……

Five days later.

Song Yunwu looked at his mobile phone on the table like a child waiting for a birthday gift and walked around the table three times left and three times right.

Ximen Qing, who had just come down from upstairs, saw him and said, "what cult ceremony are you doing?"

Song Yunwu glared at her: "go away! I'm waiting for the phone! Also, you're still a person? Why don't you even wear a triangle!"

"Oh, I forgot. I washed it last night!" XiMenqing realized that she had forgotten to dress and ran back to the room. A minute later, she came down again.

This time Ximen Qing's waist is surrounded by something like grass, which looks like a native of Hawaii. But people in Hawaii have coconut shells, and she... Well, the coconut shells seem too small.

"What strange and eccentric you are!" Song Yun dance had no way to make complaints about it.

"This is the plastic straw skirt I made up when I taught children to do handicrafts last week. How about it? It's very Hawaiian?" Simon Qing said and twisted his waist, which is not as thick as a coconut.

Song Yunwu was just about to say something when the phone rang. She finished answering and hands-free in 1 second with extraordinary hand speed: "hello?"

"Oh! So fast," the other end of the phone was a little surprised, but he said quickly, "is it the dance teacher? I'm Gou Yue."

"Hello, editor Gou, we are Wuqing," Song Yunwu said, waving to Ximen Qing and motioning her to go over together.

"Er..." Gou Yue was silent for a while and suddenly said, "why don't you call me 'editor', don't take your last name."

Song Yunwu thought about it and realized the problem. He hurriedly said, "OK, editor."

"Well, I'm calling you this time to inform you of the results of the questionnaire."

"Well, you say," Song Yunwu was very excited, but XiMenqing said to her with lips, "you'd better not expect too much."

However, song Yunwu was so happy that he didn't see it at all.

Gou Yue said, "well, there are 23 works published in this issue of weekly square, and the ranking of Tianlong eight is No. 12."

"Just in the middle?" Song Yunwu patted his chest. "It's OK. First, it's good to have this achievement. By the way, what about the other two new works?"

Gou Yue was silent for a while and then said, "I'm really not a big brother" ranked 10th, while "the king of stealing the king"... Ranked 4th. "

In short, it is three new works, "Tianlong Babu" is the penultimate.

He thought Song Yun's dance was very lost, but she unexpectedly accepted it very naturally: "uh huh, it's two good works. It's natural to get such a ranking, but it's all right. I'll catch up soon."

Some unexpected Gou Yue said, "you have a good attitude. Continue to maintain it. I have read the second sentence of Tianlong Babu. I have confidence in you."

"OK, thank you, editor." Song Yunwu subconsciously wanted to call Gou editor, but he gave Gou in time.

After hanging up the phone, she still had some unfinished business: "this is the weekly square. Sure enough, it's not easy to stand firm. We have to come on! It's the last one. It's impossible. The first one will be mine sooner or later, not the first of the three new works, but the first of the whole weekly square!"

Simon Qing quietly took out half a watermelon from the refrigerator and said to her while eating: "then come on."

"Don't say it's none of your business!" Song Yun danced. "It's the dance between us! Also, do you think I can ignore you stealing my watermelon by acting so indifferent?"

"You told me to wear clothes," Simon said in a straight voice. "I'm making a bra. The coconut shell is too small. It's just right. It's natural and pollution-free. How great."

"You're out of blood today."

"Ah! I'm wrong, boss!"