"Whew, stop drawing!" Riki threw the pen on the table at random, spit out a belly of air, and sat down in the chair with his eyes slightly closed.

"What do you mean by not drawing! There's still an hour before the lunch break! Hurry up and draw two more. Wang Bingyu urged Limu.

He only drew 6p comics from 8 o'clock to 11 o'clock in the morning. But to be honest, this kind of painting speed has crossed the limits of human beings, and in terms of speed, there is no one else in the world who can match it. If other manga artists can skip the draft stage and draw directly on the manuscript paper, they will probably be able to draw at this speed without thinking. However, Wang Bingyu is still not greedy, because she has already booked a ticket to fly back to Hong Kong in the afternoon, and it is best to leave with her luggage in advance at noon.

Although he wanted to get two more manuscripts, Riki ended up replacing them with a large piece of paper and drawing a mess of tangled threads.

It is similar to a pattern drawn in a continuous circle on a piece of paper when a ballpoint pen cannot be written.

"What is this? Tangled yarn?! Abstract paintings? Wang Bingyu propped himself on the table with one hand to check it.

The full-open paper used for painting is placed on the table, but the pattern on it is not a twisted ball of twisted lines, and there will be a sense of subtlety when you look at it carefully. But if you keep an eye on it, after a while, you will feel like you are lost in some unknown thorn forest, and you will feel uneasy.

"I'll admit it's worthwhile, but you're going to get up and draw another page!" The woman, who was not the editor in charge of Limu, dutifully urged, and went to Limu with both hands to support him.

"Please stop, Riki is tired, health is the premise of work, you see his tired appearance." When Mo Moxin saw Limu, who was almost paralyzed, she cautiously grabbed Wang Bingyu's hand to stop her from getting close to Limu.

At this time, Riki is like a painter who has not slept for a day and a night, and has worked hard to complete his work. From a state full of energy, he suddenly became depressed, lying shriveled on a wide plastic chair unable to move.

"But what is this painting about?" Wang Bingyu is the most unpleasant to this kind of "not doing business", obviously a professional cartoonist, and the editor is still urging the manuscript next to him, but he still paints these inexplicable things.

A mess of headaches? Ominous abstract paintings? Let's draw it at another time.

"This is my mind map." Riki raised his hand weakly.

It's not that he doesn't know the time, but it's hard to let go of inspiration, which is a special task for his life. Anyway, now I only open the "mapping projection" to draw, and I only painted for three hours in the morning, and I was still very energetic before using the "magic brush". It's really mentally tiring after just one use......

"Aren't you going to draw more manga today?"

"The number of manuscripts is already exceeding your target, right? After reviewing the serialization, the new manuscript will be sent, so please rest assured. Mo Moxin said in place of the completely decadent Limu.

Mo Moxin is two years older than Wang Bingyu, but she is still not as strong as the editor-in-charge, in fact, like Limu, she used to focus on making herself sleek.

Wang Bingyu nodded, and sat aside to review these manuscripts that did not need to be reviewed at all, and each comic and script was packed into a document bag by her.

I said...... Do you think anyone is looking this way? Riki, who was mentally exhausted, received that burning gaze more and more sensitively.

But none of the people present felt it this time. Helplessly, after resting for a while, Limu went back to his house, and Shengnan and Mo Moxin also went home for a lunch break after work.

Above the swimming pool, the telescope lens followed Riki to the balcony.

"Ah, I'm in the house, but unfortunately I can't see the inside of the house." Muzi regretted it.

The Limu family's house sits west and faces east, and the gymnasium is located on the southeast side of the house. The doorway of his house is facing the balcony, and the balcony passage is facing the gymnasium, and the house without air conditioning in the summer is undoubtedly open. However, due to the difference in light between the inside and outside of the house, even with the use of an astronomical telescope, Muzi could not see the details of the inside of the house.

But......

(Shirt!) Trousers! Panties! - Wow, it's all pear wood! ）

The Limu family is a family of three, and it is not difficult to tell who the clothes hanging on the balcony belong to. The boy's small snow-white socks are hanging under the clip and swaying in the wind, and these close-fitting clothes are full of boys' breath.

Ahh......hhh

Muzi's heart was racing, her face was flushed, her saliva was constantly secreting, and her mind was full of thoughts of taking these things for herself.

#哔 - beep - assemble, assemble!

The whistle sounded in the swimming pool, and a sharp whistle pierced through the ceiling, interrupting Muzi's strange thoughts.

(Oh no, it's time, and if you don't go down to the gathering, you'll be discovered.) Muzi quickly packed up his things and slipped back to the locker room from the rooftop, put the binoculars in his sports bag, and rushed back to the pool from the shower.

At noon, she slept beautifully directly in the dormitory of the gymnasium.

The Pingnan Gymnasium has been very famous since it was built, and it is a place where the city's athletes are trained. After the reform and opening up, civilian training classes were opened in the gymnasium, and several dormitories were vacated for athletes to rest.

Classes and lunch breaks are extremely profitable.

The gymnasium, which tasted the sweetness, has built an open-air swimming pool outside the swimming pool, which has doubled in size when there is a constant stream of swimmers, and recently built a luxurious extra-long slide to attract customers.

In addition to the swimming pool, the gymnasium is also equipped with an ice skating hall, a badminton hall, a basketball hall, and even a baseball field, and gateball near the baseball field is the most popular sport for the elderly.

Muzi participated in ballet training in the afternoon.

The ballet hall is definitely not a place to be enjoyed, and the mere splitting and bending is enough to make the girls cry. However, Muzi practiced here willingly, and she tightened her waist with more strength than others, trying to shrink her ribs inward over time. Her lap leg was also gradually corrected under the scientific training of the coach.

The afternoon training was painful for the teenage girls. But the only thing that pained Kiko was that she couldn't find time to see Riki after the intense afternoon of practice. This ballet instructor is the strictest teacher she has ever seen, and as the girls who came to practice ballet together said, she is a devil who specializes in abusing girls!

Probably accustomed to whipping girls, she never let go of her hands when she taught the students. If you are lazy halfway, you will be beaten if you can't stand up straight with your waist and legs, let alone take time to sneak out and set up a telescope.

By the time the contact is completed, almost every girl who goes home will accumulate a body of pain,

Muzi is no exception, the most painful ones are the ankles and ribs, and the pain is so painful that I can barely eat dinner......

Night, Riki's house.

Li Jiahui, who was gambling outside, has not returned home, and there are only Li Xiuli and Li Mu at home. Li Xiuli took a shower and wiped her body and prepared to sleep. Limu seized the time to write down the investment plan for Mo Moxin for the next month.

It's a quiet night.

Jingle bell, jingle bell - the pleasant ringing of the telephone startled Riki.

Jingle Bell ......

Jingle Bell -

Jingle bells-!!

The phone kept ringing in the silence of the night.

"Riki, your phone." Li Xiuli reminded in the bathroom.

Riki stood in front of the phone in a panic, his chest feeling tight due to the constant ringing, and he calmed his breath before picking up the phone.

"Hello, I'm Riki."

“……”

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

“……”

"Who are you? Why do you always call at this time? Please stop playing pranks, or I'll call the police! ”

Click, toot...... The phone was hung up by the other party.

Riki knew it wasn't her own threat that worked.

The person who makes the nuisance calls is a shrewd guy, and his or her phone number is constantly changing. Whether it is through technical means or replacing the phone booth, the police may not be able to find him (her?). Tracks. In fact, Riki has already reported the incident to the police department, but the police department does not seem to have filed a case against the harassment call.

[People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong. Riki, who was disturbed by the phone call, deeply understood the meaning of this sentence. I don't know who the other party is, for what purpose, and what their plans are...... All in all, it's chilling.

-- Is the prophetic faith exposed?

――Is it the Time and Space Authority who is arresting people?

- Or is it just a prank on me?

Riki didn't know, and he didn't even dare to look directly at the phone call that came every night.

The reason why my mother clearly said "Riki, your phone" instead of "Riki will help me answer the phone" is because there is always such a silent phone call every day before going to bed. If someone else in the family answers the phone and hangs up, it will definitely call again after that, and it won't stop until Riki takes the phone herself.

Five minutes after the silent call was hung up.

Wujun Muzi rode a bicycle back home, and under the sound of his mother's questioning, he silently walked into the boudoir full of books, changed into pajamas, took out a notebook, sat at the desk and wrote.

【…… I heard the voice of the pear wood again at night, and I was very happy that I could have a sweet dream again tonight. 】

After writing, she closed the notebook, opened the large locked drawer under the bed, and took out a "pillow" from it.

She had dismantled the winter quilt and sewed it with a colorful canvas coat at the top, trousers of the same color at the bottom, and a sock sewn on the left hem. The socks were also padded with cotton, but for some reason the other leg did not have a sock, and the cuff was simply closed with a needle and thread.

Finally, after checking the locked doorway, Muzi carried it to bed with his tired body, and instantly stepped into a sleep that is usually difficult to enter......

If you can turn the notebook in the sports bag forward, the origin of this pillow will be clear.

[Friday, August 13...... It was so good that his socks were dropped off the balcony...... I finally got his socks and hope to get another one tomorrow. 】

[Sunday, August 8...... It turned out that Li Mujun enrolled in Taoyuan Middle School...... He discussed a special recruitment to high school...... The Academic Affairs Office was too careless.,Actually casually revealed the information of Limu-kun to others.,Fortunately, it's me this time.,What if I reveal it to the bad guys...... Taoyuan High School Year 2 Class ...... Riki-kun is waiting for me. 】

[Thursday, August 5...... Because the phone interview was too annoying, Riki-kun changed her phone number...... No, do you think I'm too annoying? …… (*^__^*) hee hee ...... Only you, Riki-kun - I will never give up......]

[Saturday, July 31...... Riki is on TV! So handsome...... National Children's Summer Vacation Painting Grand Prix? …… He would be happy if I helped him get the painting back......]