Dense Fog

Lin Wu now sees the comments of these pink bubbles, and has calmed down.

Taking a screenshot of the chat between Wang Ye and Flamingo, Lin Wu cut out the Weibo and sent the picture directly to Wang Ye's WeChat, knowing that the other party must have not slept yet at this time.

Lin Wu: [Screenshot]

Lin Wu: Have you painted someone's head?

Sure enough, Wang Ye quickly replied: Yes.

Lin Wu lay on his side holding the quilt, frowning and typing: Why didn't you tell me.

Wang Ye: Not much money.

Lin Wu: It's not a question of money. This is a grand opening, you tell me I can still be happy with you.

WeChat was quiet for a while before returning to the message.

Wang Ye: I originally wanted to say, but I forgot when I got angry later.

Lin Wu wondered: angry?

Wang Ye: The network cable saved him.

Lin Wu:...

There is no need to ask more. Since knowing that Wang Ye wants to draw pictures to make money, Lin Wu went online to learn about the daily work of the painters, which can completely compensate for classmate Wang's irritability.

Lin Wu: Anyway, you still successfully handed in the picture.

Lin Wu: [Touching my head, it's hard work.jpg]

Wang Ye: Just a little bit of self-regulation, it's not too difficult.

Lin Wu went back and took a look at the screenshot of Classmate Wang's "Flamingo"...... Isn't it difficult?

Lin Wu: How did you adjust it?

Wang Ye: Miss you.

Lin Wu: ...you don't need CP to do business if we talk privately!

Wang Ye: Feeling annoying?

Lin Wu: That's not it

Wang Ye: That's fine.

Lin Wu's brows were knotted, and he always felt a subtle feeling of falling into the hole.

Habitually switched back to Weibo and swiped it twice, and found that in just such a short time, Wang Ye's number of fans increased by more than 20, and the comments under the latest work continued to increase.

Lin Wu suddenly felt a little proud, just like the gold of his own home, it was finally found gleaming.

In 509, Wang Ye just put down his cell phone, ready to wash his face and turn on the fan.

Unexpectedly, there was another "hum".

Lin Wu: You can draw me a picture if you have time. You can draw anything you like. You are free to play. I don’t want it in vain, this is considered to be asking you for a draft, otherwise it will be expensive if you wait for you to become popular in the future [Crackling.jpg]

Wang Ye raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his mouth.

The morning breeze blows in 509, dissipating the sultry heat and bringing a burst of coolness.

Wang Ye leaned against the window and replied: How much do you plan to pay?

Lin Wu: You said, I will definitely not bargain [Golden Master's Confidence.jpg]

Wang Ye: Find a place where there is no one, and let me rub it for an hour after waking up.

Lin Wu:...

Wang Ye: No

Lin Wu: You also know it's impossible!

Wang Ye: At least three hours.

As the school celebration approaches, the temperature is rising day by day. Walking on the road without shade at noon, the distance is slightly blurred. It is the water vapor from the ground that shakes the vision.

Fortunately, Lin Wu mostly went out in the evening, and the class's drama rehearsal came to an end. There was no program list for the school evening party, but the college said that the show was excellent from stage to performance, from connotation to style, and it was a waste of it. , It was decided to be included in the next semester's welcome party program of the Environment Institute in advance.

In any case, the hard work of the whole class can be regarded as a satisfactory result. As one of the screenwriters, Lin Wu is very happy.

He is free here, but Wang Ye is getting busier, and he has asked for one after another. Although they are still "small" works such as portraits or simple materials, "you can't reach thousands of miles without accumulating steps"-these words It was quoted by Li Junchi. When it comes to making money, Li has endless reserves of knowledge.

This weekend, the sunset is like fire.

Lin Wu got up an hour early, went to the cafeteria to finish his meal, and received the message as soon as he returned to the dormitory.

Wang Ye: Have you eaten yet?

Lin Wu: ...just finished eating.

Wang Ye: Oh.

Lin Wu: I thought you still eat in the dormitory.

Wang Ye: I just finished painting one, and I just went out to get some air.

Lin Wu: That's right. I wanted to say a long time ago that Rome was not built in a day, and painting is not finished in a day. You should rest and rest, don't put too much pressure on yourself.

Wang Ye: I wanted to say it a long time ago, why didn't you say it?

Lin Wu:...

Lin Wu: Aren't you afraid of affecting your creative enthusiasm!

Wang Ye: In the future, I will feel sorry for this kind of thing. Tell me in time, and then delay the deduction.

Lin Wu: Deduct money? Do I have a passbook at your place, or I have a bank card bound to you [嘁, just blow it.jpg]

Wang Ye: Manuscript fee.

Lin Wu: What?

Wang Ye: The drafting fee.

Lin Wu: What does your contribution fee have to do with me?

Wang Ye: It will be yours from now on.

Wang Ye:?

Wang Ye: What about people?

Lin Wu: [Can you speak seriously.jpg]

Wang Ye: [Am I serious?.jpg]

Lin Wu: [Where are the people who fry CP? .jpg]

Wang Ye: Do you know who sent this emoji last?

Lin Wu: Can this kind of emoji still hit?

Wang Ye: You are an iron fan. In your comment area, you say that I am not serious and affect your study.

Lin Wu: ...and then?

Wang Ye: It smells really good now.

That night, Lin Wu only reacted when he was lying in bed and reading Weibo. He was worried that Wang Ye was "stressed", a person who could even find out what his iron fan said under his Weibo, he had to use his phone to scan. How often? No matter how much the pressure is, it will be relieved, okay!

Now, as long as Lin Wu posts Weibo, the following comments will inevitably be divided into two groups. One group eagerly waits for Fat Tang to focus on CP, and the other group is distressed and first learns God to fall on the road of no return to love.

No, when he was 20 years old, how could he fall in love with him?

Hey? Wait a minute, he and Wang Ye have no love at all!

This day, the comments were fascinated by the comments, and he himself almost believed it.

Lin Wu decisively withdrew from Weibo, replaced it with an intramural forum, and decided to empty his brain in campus gossip.

Subject: I like a boy, I really want to confess, but I am worried that he does not like a girl who is too active...

Subject: In those years when I was a goddess spare tire, remind my brothers later...

Subject: I have been with someone I have always had a crush on, please bless me...

When the homepage is swiped down, the topic of a post has nothing to do with the love of the poster.

Subject: The CP I knocked on is real...

Is it because of the hot weather recently that everyone is restless? Lin Wu stared blankly at the fan above his head, letting the whistling wind blow the hair on his forehead. Why is the whole world a pink bubble!

But being stuffed with dog food all over the world is better than knocking out his own fake candy, Lin Wu finally decided to stay in the school forum.

But he didn't expect that he saw the familiar ID in the first post.

Subject: I like a boy, I really want to confess, but I am worried...

[23rd floor]

Wang Ye-509: If you like it, go after it.

Then the second post-

Subject: The years when I was a goddess spare tire...

[31st floor]

Wang Ye-509: You will meet better.

The third post-

Subject: I have been with someone I have always had a crush on, please bless me...

[75th floor]

Wang Ye-509: A hundred years of harmony.

I don’t know how many posts——

Subject: The CP I knocked on is real...

[16th floor]

Wang Ye-509: Tongxi.

Lin Wu: "..." How free are you, classmate!

This semester, because too many things happened one after another, Lin Wu hardly went to the forum. After this time, he discovered that Wang Ye-509 was active in the forum like a high copy number.

As a result, this helped him gain a lot of popularity, or he got a lot of familiar faces, so that in a certain post, when there were so many replies to the floor that everyone was not interested in discussing the issue of the poster, he even started to discuss Wang Ye. .

111th floor: Have you met any happy events recently? @王爷-509

Reply from the 112th floor to the 111th floor: Don’t @了, you @三回人家 did not care about you.

Reply from the 113th floor to the 111th floor: I will answer for him, it must be, otherwise, can the style of painting change suddenly?

Reply from the 114th floor to the 111th floor: What are you talking about, why don't I understand?

Reply from the 115th floor to the 114th floor: Wang Ye-509, a cute pet sticker on this plate all the year round, known as the thumb of the devil, love ghosts are sad.

Reply from the 116th floor to the 115th floor: I’m 114, I'm even more confused by you...

Reply from the 117th floor to the 116th floor: Because he has searched through all the cute pet posts in the forum (no matter how old), and replied one by one [thumb.jpg], as if to brand every post with the devil's mark.

Reply from the 118th floor to the 117th floor: What does that have to do with love?

From the 119th floor to the 117th floor: Afterwards, there was no cute pet stickers but it was a disaster. He switched to emotional stickers. He has always persuaded everyone to live away from him. It is better to love cats and dogs if you are in love.

Reply from the 120th floor to the 119th floor: I saw him in several posts just now. It doesn't seem to be this style of painting. It's heartwarming and positive. ?

From the 121st floor to the 120th floor: So he must be in love, but I don’t know who fell into his clutches.

Lin Wu brushed the post to the end in one breath.

Originally, I was holding the mentality of watching the excitement, but at the end, I felt a little flustered inexplicably. Because these people were justified and well-founded, and the pictures had the truth, they intercepted a bunch of Wang Ye's previous replies, and Lin Wu wanted to beat him up for Cupid when he saw it.

So, Wang Ye is really in love?

How can it be!

Not to mention that Wang Ye didn't have time for a while, but throughout the entire semester, he spent most of the time with Wang Ye, and he didn't notice such signs at all.

Moreover, when he thought that Wang Ye might be in love... Lin Wu touched his own heart, making him feel a little bored.

"Lin Wu, what's wrong with you?" Ren Feiyu, who had been working on his homework at the table all night, asked strangely.

Lin Wu propped up his upper body, poking out his head from the bed to look at him: "What's the matter?"

Xia Yang, who was also on the bed and swiping his phone, glanced over, "Brother, you've been rolling around on the bed like pancakes all night, and the earthquake hasn't been as big as you, don't you feel yourself?"

Lin Wu blinked blankly: "Is there?"

Ren Feiyu and Xia Yang nodded together.

Lin Wu had no impression at all, but the witness was eloquent.

"Maybe it's too hot?" He couldn't think of another reason.

Xia Yang looked at him thoughtfully for a long while, and shook his head: "No, I don't think you are the fire of your heart."

Lin Wu: "..."

There are some things that you can’t think about. Once you think about it, it’s endless, and even when you don’t want to care about it, it will come to your eyes.

For example, when the night came and the 333 brothers were asleep, Lin Wu, who temporarily gave up Weibo and then gave up the forum, was reading academic discussion posts in a well-known Q&A app and saw a term that he didn’t understand, and wanted to open a web search. Back to the phone desktop, I clicked on the "Book Mountain Shabby Room" icon inexplicably, and the action went smoothly and smoothly.

In this way, the school forum interface once again dominates the phone screen.

It took only three seconds for Lin Wu to quit decisively, but a new post on the homepage was already printed in his mind——

Topic: I have a friend who is going to fall in love with his best brother. As a koo-tau sergeant, should I do my best to come up with ideas and enthusiasm?