Chapter 485 Sour Plum Secret Love 22

Chapter 485 Sour Plum Secret Love 22

Editor Tangyuan: [It’s almost time for the announcement. If Wuyun stops updating again, the headquarters will kill me…]

The next few posts were some crazy crying emojis.

In the quiet room, the sound of keyboard tapping could be heard.

Wuyun: [Yes, I haven't stopped updating. I have something to do today, so I will update later. ]

The other party seemed to be online and replied immediately.

Editor Tangyuan: [That's good, that's good. Wuyun, keep up the good work! If you need any help, just let me know. ]

Seeing Wuyun’s reply, editor Tangyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As an editor, Tangyuan rarely takes the initiative to contact illustrators.

Basically there are official notifications, so please contact us.

But she had to contact this big dark cloud.

When his first book was signed, it immediately became a hit.

It was originally planned to be published, but later Wuyun himself disagreed with an offline signing event.

And it ended in nothing.

A subsequent book was released, which was also a huge hit, even more so than the previous one.

However, just when the comics were at their best, Wuyun suddenly stopped updating.

Can't get in touch at all.

At that time, there were countless fans waiting for updates every day and saying they wanted to send razor blades to the "Lanwei" fan.

Tangyuan was so anxious that he was at his wit's end but there was nothing he could do.

It wasn't until almost three months later that the dark clouds came back online.

I replied to her with "I have something to do" and didn't say anything more.

But I'm back.

The comics also continue to be updated.

It’s just that the previous suspension of updates was a bit too long, which still affected the best data.

After nearly two months of continuous and stable updates, the data gradually returned to its previous state.

Tangyuan was frightened by the interruption of the update before Wuyun.

Today, it is already far past the scheduled update time but there is still no movement.

He immediately started wailing at the dark cloud window.

After Zhou Xun replied to the message, he ignored it.

I buried my head and clicked out the previously saved drafts.

After checking and modifying, click Publish.

As the pen tip rolled, I couldn't help but get inspired and drew a small theater.

The comics have been released, and readers who have been eagerly waiting for their turn have pounced on them.

Then I was overwhelmed by the sweetness of the little theater.

Wuyun's thumbs up: [Ahhh, today's little drama is so sweet, please update more! ]

You are the dark cloud, who am I: [My family members are in tears, I know how to draw sweet comics now. 】

Zhou Xun's comic style is sour and sad.

In short, basically all the characters, whether the protagonist or supporting role, whether male or female.

Nothing good happened in the end.

The readers are so anxious and excited about the book, yet they love it so much.

It was so hard to post a super sweet little drama.

The readers who followed the update were wailing.

It turns out that Wuyun is good at drawing sweet comics.

But he just didn't want to do that and insisted on drawing it into a sadistic comic to torture them.

Zhou Xun looked at the comments on his phone without saying a word.

He just raised his hand and pulled the quilt up, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

The air conditioner was already turned on very low.

Even wearing short sleeves indoors can still feel cold.

However, Zhou Xun felt his face burning.

The face that he had sketched in his mind many times flashed through his mind.

So many that he could outline her eyebrows, her eyes, and her lips at any time...

Her lips were shaped like petals, and even without any makeup on they had a faint blush.

It looks very soft and kissable.

Grass......

He was thinking about something.

The quilt that Zhou Xun had originally pulled under his eyes instantly covered his head.

He curled up in the quilt, as if trying to suffocate himself.

In the classroom the next day, Chen Chi looked at the bruises on Zhou Xun's eyes, which were even heavier than yesterday.

She winked and smiled, "Brother Xun, what did you do secretly last night? Young people should take care of their health!"

There was a trace of blood under Zhou Xun's eyes, and he was still holding milk in his hand that he had not yet had time to drink.

There was still a hint of sleepiness on his dark eyebrows.

But he didn't give in: "Take out the dirty stuff in your head, and your mind should be empty, right?"

Chen Chi was instantly angry, but when his eyes swept behind Zhou Xun.

The anger on his face disappeared.

His eyes turned and he suddenly asked, "Brother Xun, who did you give the milk to? Did you give it to your dear deskmate?"

Chen Chi deliberately dragged out the word "dear".

Zhou Xun's heart suddenly moved when he heard this.

However, he still raised his hand, picked up the notebook on the table and patted Chen Chi on the head lightly.

"Are you sick? Don't you know that I have a bottle of milk for breakfast every day?"

Chen Chi was beaten, but he was not angry. Instead, he spoke in a smug tone.

"Oh, I thought you brought milk for your dear deskmate. It seems I thought too much. Brother Xun, why would you bring milk for your deskmate? You are just ordinary classmates."

After saying that, Chen Chi turned his head first and started reading the book seriously.

He looked like he was going to seriously participate in the morning reading.

If the book was not a math textbook, Zhou Xun would have believed it.

Zhou Xun always felt something was strange when listening to Chen Chi's words.

The next second, there was a squeaking sound in my ear.

The sound of a chair being pulled and slid on the ground.

Zhou Xun’s spine stiffened.

The person next to me sat down.

Then came the familiar scene.

A breakfast bag was placed on his desk.

Zhou Xun's limbs tensed up instantly, and he originally thought the seat was just right.

It suddenly became a little narrow.

There is nowhere to put the long legs under the table.

The hands that were originally in his pockets were placed on the table, and then fell down again.

Lingyao felt Zhou Xun moving around beside her.

She glanced at him slightly and raised her lips slightly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Didn’t you catch a cold yesterday?

I remember she had already taken the medicine.

What happened today?

How squeamish.

When asked this by Lingyao, Zhou Xun suddenly stopped moving.

Sit in your seat with your back straight and your hands placed neatly on the table.

Zhang Chi, who was paying attention to what was happening behind him, tried to hold back his laughter.

My whole back was shaking.

I didn't expect that Brother Xun would have such a day.

As expected, love is something that can make people live and die.

Zhou Xun sat in his seat and didn't dare to move.

The tone of reply to Lingyao was also dry: "No."

Lingyao glanced at him and found nothing wrong.

Relax.

"It's ok, hurry up and have breakfast."

Zhou Xun relaxed for a while and was not as nervous as before.

After saying thank you, there were some questions asked back and forth.

"have you eaten?"

Lingyao nodded her chin slightly.

Then his cold gaze fell on Zhou Xun's face, and his tone was hard to tell whether it was criticism or concern.

"You think everyone is as naughty as you."

Zhou Xun subconsciously wanted to refute that there was nothing wrong with him.

School starts early in the morning and many people don’t have time to eat breakfast.

Most of the time, I would go to the canteen to buy some bread during the break of the second class.

Compared to others, he also drinks milk on time every day.

How can I not be obedient?

However, no matter how much Ren Zhouxun thought about it, he couldn't say anything to refute.

Let him say that he is not being naughty or anything.

It’s fucking shameful to think about it.

Moreover, why did her choice of words always make him imagine a lot?

Is it because he likes to think too much?

Zhou Xun couldn't bear it anymore.

The shoulders in front that had been shaking stopped shaking.

Chen Chi relied on the fact that his back was facing Zhou Xun.

His mouth was pouting and his facial features were moving around.

He twisted his shoulders back and forth and silently mouthed the word "naughty" several times.

Chen Chi had heard people label Zhou Xun as unruly, delinquent, and a bad student.

This is the first time I heard the word "not obedient".

Although it seems to mean the same thing as those other bad labels.

But it feels like two completely different extremes.

How to say it, Chen Chi felt it was a bit ambiguous.