The reply came quickly.
[Ginger Juice: No wonder my brother came back so early. Turns out their leader was taken away by you.]
[Girl Ji: The point is, I found that after having overly intimate interactions with Han Yiming, beyond neighborly friendship, it severely affected my work progress.]
Jiang Nanfeng was the only one who knew that Wei Zhi’s bank account wasn’t filled by the wind. Faced with her friend’s confession, she stared at her phone, spacing out for at least half a minute, unsure where to start—
[Ginger Juice: …………………………………………]
[Ginger Juice: Please wait while I calm down.]
[Ginger Juice: First question, you and Han Yiming went beyond neighborly friendship?]
[Girl Ji: Almost.]
Even through the screen, one could sense the girl’s gloom and calmness.
[Ginger Juice: So the second question is, almost means it didn’t happen. How did it affect your ghs? Did he take off his pants and pee in the underground parking lot in front of you?]
[Girl Ji: He hugged me.]
[Girl Ji: …Damn, am I unaware of my abnormal sexual orientation? Am I androphobic?]
[Ginger Juice: First of all, I emphasize that my sexual orientation is normal. If one day you become abnormal, remember that rabbits don’t eat the grass around their burrow (hugging myself).]
[Ginger Juice: Secondly, you androphobic? You held hands with a certain gentleman in Chongli for ten days without any issues?]
[Ginger Juice: Lastly, on the last day, you sat between a certain gentleman’s board fixers, with his “ding” above your head, holding his thighs, enjoying a 7km snowboard ride. After returning, you didn’t show any physiological discomfort. You cried because you wouldn’t see him again, and I comforted you all night.]
[Girl Ji: …]
[Girl Ji: You type pretty fast, huh?]
[Ginger Juice: I’m just reminding you not to have double standards. Han Yiming has good hardware conditions. If you don’t want him, many people are lining up to take him.]
[Ginger Juice: Don’t be so tense. Don’t think of him as a fiancé. Relax and try to get closer?]
Even though it was just typing, Wei Zhi could imagine Jiang Nanfeng’s light tone. She had seen many people and always seemed to handle men as if they were just a seasoning—
For example, on the way back, in front of Wei Zhi, she received all the photos and videos, thanked them cheerfully for one second, and deleted the guy she had called “Yan Yan” for ten days on WeChat the next.
The reason was that they wouldn’t meet again.
Who knows what the so-called “Yan Yan,” the number one scumbag in Chongli, thought about his complete downfall… Maybe he hadn’t even realized he was deleted.
Wei Zhi was pondering and comparing, marveling at how right Jiang Nanfeng was. How could she be such a thorough double-standard dog? Did she freeze her brain in Chongli—
At this moment, WeChat lit up again.
[Ginger Juice: If it doesn’t work, no matter how good the hardware conditions are, if you don’t want him, don’t. If just a hug makes you so physiologically uncomfortable that you can’t ghs, how will you handle sleeping next to him every day in the future? Won’t you go crazy?]
[Ginger Juice: Your readers’ “bedtime stories for girls” will be ruined. How tragic!]
[Ginger Juice: It’s the modern age. You won’t be drowned for refusing an arranged marriage.]
Wei Zhi felt enlightened by Jiang Nanfeng’s words.
[Girl Ji: Before Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai eloped, there must have been someone like you, an evil instigator, by their side.]
[Ginger Juice: Rest assured, butterflies symbolize pure love. The King of Hell has read Otaku Lady’s works and will never let you turn into a butterfly…]
[Ginger Juice: A dung beetle is more likely.]
[Girl Ji: …]
[Ginger Juice: Have you updated? Hurry up. Can you let the guard named “A Mo” who always watches over the female lead join in? I’ve been waiting for him to take off his pants for a long time.]
[Girl Ji: …]
[Girl Ji: Dung beetle +1?]
[Ginger Juice: Yes, even in death, it will compete with you to see who rolls the bigger, rounder dung.]
[Ginger Juice: Good night.]
The coffee was ready. Wei Zhi took a sip to calm her nerves, holding the cup as she returned to her workstation. It was already 3 a.m. Glancing at the completed sketches, she had at least 5 pages, solving the immediate crisis and temporarily easing her awkwardness… She saved the file, satisfied, and prepared to call it a night.
Before she could turn off her computer, Wei Zhi, still wide awake, casually picked up her phone and started browsing. She accidentally stumbled upon a photo she hadn’t deleted.
The photo was taken in portrait mode.
The man wore a face mask and snow goggles, making it impossible to discern his height or appearance. Only his ski suit with the “AK” logo and his snowboard covered in sponsor stickers gave him any recognition.
He stood in the middle of a crowd.
Around him were blurry figures of people coming and going.
Hanging from his elbow was a small turtle-shaped ski protector, with a patch on the turtle’s butt.
Everyone passing by would glance back at this high-end ski suit-wearing, top-tier snowboard-using guy and his newbie turtle butt pad, such a mismatched combination.
The charm hanging from her phone swayed, and Wei Zhi smiled, placing her phone under the display screen. She reopened her drawing software.
That early morning, fans of “Ji Zei’s Otaku” habitually checked the website to see if the missing author had returned. To their surprise, they found that the shameless author had indeed returned and updated two posts—
The first post: “I’m drawing, I’m drawing!”
The second post was a picture, of a blurry crowd with a man dressed in black, standing with a snowboard beside him, and a green turtle with a pink bow patch on its butt hanging from his thigh.