"Do you really have full responsibility?" Kim So-hee propped her chin and looked at him seriously.

Song Jong-ki placed the first book cover in front of her and smiled at her. Kim So-hee let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "Okay, since you are so determined, then don't regret it." ”

After saying that, Kim So-hee entered the room, found something and handed it to Song Jong-ki.

He subconsciously looked at the hard, cold thing in his hand, and after a closer look, he realized that it was a seal.

"The previous autograph book was signed by me, and she stamped it like this, since you are fully responsible, then it is up to you to stamp it." After speaking, Kim So-hee blinked and smiled proudly: "I can't regret it anymore~"

Song Zhongji calmly took the ink on the side, suddenly stared at her and said seriously: "I have never regretted the decision I made." ”

Kim So-hee was stunned by his strict face, and he couldn't react for a long time.

Suddenly, his approaching face made her even more avoidable, and when she was about to fall down, he stopped.

Kim So-hee felt his hand grab him and put a pen in it. Seeing her stunned appearance, Song Jong-ki hooked his lips and smiled triumphantly: "timetowork!" ”

Kim So-hee won't admit that she was so fascinated by him just now that she didn't know anything, but it was so obvious that she dared to guarantee that he must have done it on purpose!

She held the pen tightly, pulled out the cap of the pen vigorously, and glared at him viciously as she put down the pen.

This uncle is really getting more and more hateful, and he doesn't blush and his heart beats when he molests the little girl.

The night deepened, and only one lamp was left in the living room, except for the sound of Kim So-hee's pen tip scratching the paper, it was the slight sound of Song Jong-ki's seal, and the two cooperated, the rhythm was neither fast nor slow.

It's just that I thought I had signed a lot, but Kim So-hee rubbed his wrist and looked desperately at the contrasting posture of a small hill and a big mountain that had been signed and unsigned, and quietly stacked them on the side.

“OMO！ Why are there so many~" She hugged her head and wailed.

At this time, she will feel how good the printing age is.

"Won't I be with you?" On the side, Song Jong-ki kept stamping.

Jin Suxi grabbed her hair irritably, and said angrily: "You just press it, I have to write for a long time!" How can it be the same? My wrists are sore! ”

Song Zhongji was helpless, looked up and counted the stack of signed book covers: "There are no 100 books." That's fine, for every hundred copies you sign, you'll be rewarded and given a ten-minute break. ”

"Really?" Kim So-hee's eyes lit up, and he immediately continued to sign like chicken blood.

It's just that this time there are more conversations between the two in the signature.

"When you have an autograph session, you have to sign your name many times a day, right? Celebrity signatures, will they practice that time-saving and labor-saving way of writing? I knew I would have gone to someone to design it for me. ”

"Not only do you have to sign your name, but you also have to shake hands, and you need a warm compress on your wrist all morning."

Kim So-hee was surprised: "Sure enough, there is no easy industry in this world~ Can I make a small request?" ”

"No, you can't." Song Jong-ki instantly changed into a cold man without any pressure.

"Why? You didn't listen to me! ”

"You have to work hard."

"But I'm tired today, I need some other help to make me forget about my tiredness!"

"Why are you so tired?"

"I went to run a marathon, and I haven't rested much, so I said I want to sign more than 1,000 copies!" As she spoke, Kim So-hee threw her pillow onto the floor.

Before he could fall down, he was pulled up by his cold uncle Song Jong-ki: "Then why are you going to run a marathon?" ”

"Because my boyfriend's candidate Park Jung-min asked me to go!"

"Candidates? That's what you're preparing, and it's not a quasi-candidate. Sunshine men need to bask in the sun, what are you running to do? It's all self-inflicted when you're so tired, get up and get the job done! ”

Uncle the owner is so cruel! Jin Suxi picked up the pen unwillingly, and used his afterglow to throw the knife while writing hard: "Fortunately, you are not my editor-in-charge, otherwise I would have no way to live, you better go to be an actor!" ”

"Even if I'm not your editor-in-charge, I can still make you have no way to live." On the side, Song Zhongji said coolly.

Although Kim So-hee didn't know what the meaning behind it was, she had an instinct to tell her that it was better not to ask.

In this way, while gagging and being forced to cheat, Kim So-hee finally completed a hundred autographs. Putting down the pen that consumed a lot of ink, Kim So-hee rubbed his wrist, raised his eyebrows and said, "One hundred copies are over, please give me a reward!" ”

Song Jong-ki pressed a seal on the book cover in front of him, then stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

After eating a steak and a bowl of pasta for dinner, Kim So-hee was already hungry. Seeing him go to the kitchen again, Kim So-hee happily followed him.

"What are you going to do?"

Song Jong-ki took out eggs and rice from the refrigerator, and Kim So-hee's eyes lit up: "Do you want to make omelet rice for me?" ”

During the broadcast of "House Tower House", Kim So-hee was obsessed with omelet rice for a long time, but it was not her forte, and the omelet rice made every time was far from her ideal.

Kim So-hee turned around and went to the refrigerator to find ketchup, looking ready.

What she saw was that under the dim light of the kitchen, the man beat the eggs neatly, stirred the egg mixture, sprinkled a little salt to taste, and poured the egg mixture into a pan and spread it into a round shape.

Especially the action of shaking the pot, it is almost handsome and bloody.

Kim So-hee kept his face calm and frantically swiped the screen in his heart.

In any case, she never thought that there would be a man who would cook omelet rice for her late at night!

When the two omelet rice servings were served, Kim So-hee sat on a chair and used ketchup as a pen in his hand to draw on the golden egg skin.

Song Jong-ki saw her focused, and he didn't urge, but just sat on the side with the tableware of the two of them and watched her draw seriously.

"This is my first work when I was 16 years old, and the first work I put on the Internet for everyone to see after I went to college." Kim So-hee painted the Q version of the male and female protagonists.

Compared with the previous painting style, the current characters are naturally much more exquisite.

"At that time, my painting style was extremely bad! But fortunately, at that time, the comics were still developing, and everyone was a novice, so even if my painting style was bad, it wasn't so bad that everyone couldn't accept it. Kim So-hee didn't notice his smug tone.

Song Zhongji looked at her little happy, and his heart was also filled with joy with her.

"Do you remember when you were a newcomer?" Kim So-hee suddenly looked up and asked him.

"Yes."

"Although we have different careers, the feeling of being a newcomer should be the same, right? I am full of fantasies and expectations for this profession, and I am extremely enthusiastic! ”

"The level of drawing is the same as that of your actors, if the comic characters are ugly, it is the original sin! Not to mention people who read comics, even cartoonists themselves can't accept it. ”

"In my first comic, someone sent me a letter saying that the characters were ugly, and I was sad for a while."

Kim So-hee's face was full of sadness, and Song Jong-ki felt a little funny: "Everyone has grown up slowly, everyone is the same newcomer at the beginning, and only by accepting criticism can they become better." ”

"Yes! That's how I comforted myself. Kim So-hee finished painting Song Jong-ki's omelet rice, handed her the plate, and turned around to draw her own share.

Song Jong-ki took the plate and didn't move to eat, just waited for her.

"Later, my character became beautiful. Someone came out again and said that my character resembles someone's comic book character, okay! I'll admit that I was referencing other people's manga characters, but I made sure I designed a lot of different things myself! ”

"And then?"

"Later? Publicly apologize and say that he will revise it again until it is not like it. Kim So-hee remembered that experience, and her expression became very sad.

"At that time, I still had a lot of classes to take, all kinds of homework, essays to write, and social practice. During the break, I had to be busy changing the character design, which was a dark day comparable to hell. ”

"Later, I finally had my own style and a certain amount of meals, and some people pointed out that the characters of my comics in a row were not innovative at all."

"I'm just improving my comics while being sprayed.,Suddenly one day.,Yo hey,I found out that I actually became a pretty popular cartoonist!" Kim So-hee reproduced the surprise when he learned the news to Song Jong-ki: "At that time, my thoughts were, why did I become popular? ”

Song Jong-ki glanced at the tomato painting she had already formed, and said with a smile: "The hard work will always pay off." ”

"Yes! But at the time, I wondered if I was lucky with shit! Kim So-hee put the pen away: "Qiang Qiang Qiang ~ It's done!" Is it pretty? ”

She looked at him inquiringly, and Song Jong-ki gave a thumbs up: "Very good!" ”

For a while, Kim So-hee was a little stunned. It seemed like the first time in so many years that someone had said to her that it was great.

"I will continue to work hard in the future!" He clenched his fist and lightly touched her forehead: "Let's move now, you will have to continue to sign in a while." ”

Kim So-hee woke up from her emotion, and her sad feelings came up again, and she wailed: "I must spend a lot of money to hire someone to learn my signature, and then sign for me!" ”

As he spoke, he scooped food into his mouth and ate it.

Kim So-hee's signature of more than 1,000 copies was completed when the sky was slightly bright, and there were still five or six hours before Park Yahui came to pick up the book covers.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Song Zhongji woke up first, looked at the little girl who had fallen asleep on the coffee table, and smiled and covered her with a thin blanket.