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That probing gaze made Ji Duoqing wonder if she had buttoned her clothes incorrectly or if there was a piece of chives stuck in her teeth. She awkwardly brushed back her hair, damp with sweat, revealing her eyes as she looked back at him: "My name is Ji Duoqing, and I have been sent by the editor-in-chief of the anime club to be your assistant."

She expressed her gratitude, removed her shoes, and walked barefoot on the gentle wooden floor

However, I have a part-time job that I can offer you, which not only comes with a salary but also serves as an excellent learning opportunity for a student like you. He had a half-smile that was unsettling to behold, but you must also possess the ability to pass his scrutiny.

She is a judge

The name is truly melodious, as throughout history, many passionate feelings have only left behind regrets, which is quite evocative

Why? After asking, Duqing realized that she had spoken out of turn and stuck out her tongue

Mr. Lin Jia, the editor-in-chief of the anime club, speaks in a tone reminiscent of a pimp, making one feel that he is not recruiting employees, but rather enticing innocent young girls to fall into the world of vice like a mama-san.

Life is like the weather; there are sunny days, but there will also be wind, frost, rain, and snow. Whose life can be so perfect

At that time, Duoqing had quite a few worries, one of which was that she always felt her name was not very well chosen

Is your mother a philosopher

He nodded slightly and looked her up and down

Alright, Ji Duoqing admitted that aside from her troublesome friend Luo Luo shouting her name at the top of her lungs on the street, which would annoy her to the point of wanting to kick him to death, this name is indeed sunny and beautiful.

However, Duo Qing is currently extremely troubled. In addition to worrying that the food she prepares might be deadly, she is even more afraid of facing Senior He Xi's stormy expression at the bar tonight

What does your assistant need to do? I do not have similar experience, but I assure you that I learn very quickly

The moment she saw Fu Yunqing, she was momentarily taken aback. In her imagination, he was a middle-aged man around thirty-five years old. However, the man before her was very young, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were even more serene than obsidian, and his gaze was very reserved, like the moonlight pouring down in a summer night sky

I wonder if the editor-in-chief, who looks like a pretty boy, feels the same way.

There is a significant problem; there is a band rehearsal in the afternoon. If she does not go, Senior He Xi will break her bones

He called out from behind: "Would you like some tea? It seems you are about to suffer from heatstroke."

However, Mother Ji is very fond of her. She said that the day she saw Duo Qing was a sunny day, and the child lay quietly on the hospital bed, sleeping very peacefully. The sunlight outside the window fell on Duo Qing's cheek, resembling a small peach with fine fuzz—God had given her a child like a fairy

Well

"A sacred profession," he laughed, this time lacking the previous ambiguity. Returning to his seat, he picked up her resume again. The girl sat upright in front of him, her eyes fixed on him, filled with innocent aggression, unafraid. What was this like? Lin Jia found her reaction quite interesting. After carefully reviewing the resume, he spoke, "Actually, we do not need interns. Although you are from the art academy, you are only in your third year. What we need are full-time editors who can complete assignments independently." Lin Jia found her reaction quite interesting. After carefully reviewing the resume, he spoke, "Actually, we do not need interns. Although you are from the art academy, you are only in your third year. What we need are full-time editors who can complete assignments independently."

These two words struck heavily into her heart

Duo Qing pressed her lips together, looking at him with a calm demeanor, her brows furrowing tighter and her face scrunching up like a fresh little bun

Can you cook

After five hours, she crossed a large part of Beijing. The mobile television on the bus broadcasted the weather forecast, stating that today marked the highest temperature in Beijing since the onset of summer. The scorching sun had bleached the asphalt road to a glaring white, and feeling dizzy from the heat, she walked into a large residential area outside the Fifth Ring Road, knocking on the door of a penthouse in a high-end apartment building.

Ji Duoqing nodded, raising her head to glance at the time on the wall clock. At this moment, if she returned, she would still be able to make it in time for the afternoon rehearsal

My mother said that she hopes most of my life will be sunny days

At this moment, Lin Jia was taken aback. He suddenly recalled that this expression was clearly reminiscent of a little wolf cub fixated on its prey. He was uncertain whether keeping this child was the right decision; perhaps for that person, having such a child by their side would allow them to let down their guard.

Where is your original assistant

Duo Qing accepted the teacup he handed over, which was adorned with sunlit lotus flowers, feeling somewhat flattered. If classmate Zhu Ping'an knew that her idol personally brewed tea for her, she might want to offer her stomach as a tribute on the incense altar, even praying on the first and fifteenth of the month.

In her life, apart from family, the band, and painting, there is nothing left; yet, in the eyes of others, it appears dull and tedious

Ji Duoqing was taken aback, not expecting such an outcome. Her heart surged with warmth, her eyes widened even more, shining brightly in the darkness, and her lips curled up as she nodded without hesitation

Zhu Ping'an always says, you country bumpkin, don't embarrass our Fine Arts Academy, you don't even know a superstar cartoonist like Fu Yunqing

I am hiring you as an intern editor for our company, but your primary role will be to serve as an assistant to a cartoonist, following his instructions. Please go over to him now. Is there any problem with that?

Left

May I ask if you are Teacher Fu

Fu Yunqing smiled again, and it is undeniable that he looks truly handsome when he smiles. His long, black eyelashes are slightly curled, giving him a gentle appearance. However, it is merely an appearance, for those eyes, which are always alert, do not lie; he is not a warm and hospitable model gentleman of the new century

Fu Yunqing, pen name Yun Se Qing Cheng, is a contracted manga artist at Haitang Animation Club and is quite renowned in the industry. During the school anniversary in his sophomore year, two of his manuscripts were auctioned, and the final transaction price was astonishing. He has a large fan base, especially among female fans, who are fervent in their admiration. Classmate Zhu Ping'an, who sleeps on the upper bunk of a dormitory, has filled her bookshelf with his published volumes, yet she has never read them

He looked for a while longer, remaining impassive, sharing the same peculiar and sarcastic demeanor as Lin Jia, both having a mutual disdain. Just as Duo Qing thought she was about to embarrass herself and faint from the heat, he smiled slightly, a hint of mischief in his eyes, his hair tousled by an unknown breeze: "Please come in"

This is a top-floor duplex, with excellent lighting and an exceptionally bright atmosphere. The background wall of the living room features a deep red base color, hand-painted with a phoenix tree. Against the wall, there is a custom-made circular sofa in an ethnic style. On the wooden coffee table, there is a laptop, a writing pad, and scattered printed sketches.

Excuse me, could you please add milk for me

Ah? Duo Qing is a bit confused, "I can... I can do a little..."

He merely raised an eyebrow, casting her a sidelong glance with a hint of charm, saying nothing at all

To others, these two words are merely a form of politeness or kindness, yet Duoqing cannot help but feel a sense of affection towards everyone who addresses her with these two words

On her way here, she had been thinking of a name, feeling a surge of emotions

He was serious and not joking at all. This left Duoqing feeling a bit overwhelmed; she came to be an assistant, but somehow ended up playing the role of a caretaker. If it were Zhu from hetushu.com, he would definitely jump up in excitement and might even buy a maid outfit to reenact a scene from a thrilling action movie.

In fact, in Duo Qing's eyes, this somewhat effeminate young man named Lin Jia is the editor-in-chief of the Haitang Animation Club, considered a low-profile young talent in the industry

In fact, I am not very skilled at cooking; I can only cook the dishes until they are done, and I can also make instant noodles... However, she cannot guarantee the taste of the food

Lin Jia glanced quickly at the resume and then stood up to walk around her. For some reason, Duo Qing felt that the expression on his face was quite frivolous and ambiguous. To be honest, he was fairly good-looking, but with a brother at home who was a charming yet dangerous man, what she saw before her were the terrifying forms they revealed after showing their true colors.

Why not all? He is very strange

It is fine, I am not picky. There are less than ten days left until the submission deadline, so I will trouble you during this period.

Duo Qing hesitated for half a second, then immediately nodded: "Give me the address, I will go there right away"

Four years ago, during the scorching summer, Duo Qing had just turned twenty, the age when roses bloom.

Duo Qing sat down on the sofa, her gaze sweeping around his house before settling back on him. He walked over to the bar, retrieving an exquisite iron box from the cupboard above, containing green tea, which he prepared by adding freshly brewed tea to milk. His movements were very skilled, a rather complex series of actions executed with elegance and proficiency.

That is good, during my writing period I will not go out, you will be responsible for helping me buy things and also for cooking