Chapter 331 [Night Song Fanwai] When will the manuscript you owe me be handed over (4)
Song Youqi received the 300th threatening letter.
The threatening letter is very retro, to be precise, in this era, you can still select the words you need from the newspaper and cut them out and paste them on A4 paper, and you can also use kraft paper envelopes and roll them into the doorknob, and the operation is still very beautiful.
Show off spicy eyes.
Song Youqi knocked on the next room without saying a word.
After all, the recipient on the envelope is Kita Yahara.
"Drink something?" Yehara opened the refrigerator and came out with a can of Coke, and Song Youqi, who had just entered the house and was hesitating to change his shoes, looked up and saw that there was only half a tomato left in the refrigerator.
"Forget it," Song Youqi stopped thinking, "I'll just return the letter to you." ”
Yahara raised his eyebrows, leaned against the open refrigerator door and said, "Didn't you write the letter?" ”
"Why should I write a threatening letter urging the manuscript?"
"Because you're the only one who moved to my house in order to rush the change......"
"That's enough," Song Youqi interrupted Yehara North in a loud voice, "Did I make you owe, I warn you, oh, don't give me tomorrow's manuscript, you don't want to sleep today!" ”
Yahara Kita: "......"
In fact, many of the comments on Yahara Kita's comic "My Demon Master" are urging changes, and later some fans learned about the editor's deeds of urging changes, and the comment area gradually became:
"Thank you to the editor for your great urging of Liangliang."
"Editor, you've done a great job."
"Liangliang will leave it to you."
“……”
Every time Song Youqi reads it, she sighs with emotion, the editing quality of Yeyuan North is really high, unlike someone who can drag the manuscript until the end of the world.
And what else can Yahara Kita say.
The urging is going to be blown up by his own fans, who calls Song Youqi has professional urging skills.
was so angry that Yehara North prescribed himself a pair of Chinese medicine.
One day, I didn't expect that Song Youqi didn't throw away the spare key to Yehara's north house.
Fortunately, Yohara Kita didn't change the lock on the door of his apartment.
Yahara Kita, who had just taken a shower and taken medicine, sat peacefully on the sofa, but the general health moment of the elderly was interrupted by the unexpected sound of unlocking.
Song Youqi shook the key, leaned on the armrest of the sofa with the almost dull gaze of Yehara Bei, took the cup in Yehara Bei's hand and took a sip of the dark coffee-colored liquid.
Then he frowned fiercely.
"Why is your coffee so bad?"
Yahara North muttered, "Magical Oriental Leaves." ”
"Speak human words."
"Chinese medicine."
At this time last year, Song Youqi must have beaten Yeyuan North and didn't run.
But this year's Song Youqi is no longer last year's Song Youqi.
At this time last year, Yeyuan North definitely had no way to refute Song Youqi, so he could only choose to fight again.
I saw her kick on the pillow behind Yahara Kita, and then looked at him condescendingly: "So, what about tonight's draft?" ”
Yahara Kita, who was slammed by her legs, didn't hurry to look at her, because this year's Yahara Kita is no longer last year's Yahara Kita.
I only heard the night plain north set up a sneer: "My computer was only taken for maintenance today, and there is no draft, and it will kill you." ”
The next morning, Yehara North was woken up by a loud noise, and just wanted to get up, but his whole body hurt, his back was numb, and he fell back to the bed with a soft thud.
There was a sound outside, the bedroom door opened, and Song Youqi walked straight to the bed and handed Yehara North an envelope.
"Since all the threatening letters are sent to you, then I'll just move back."
"Hurry up and make breakfast, I'm hungry and don't have the strength to stare at your sketch."
Yahara Kita's face was painful: "What the hell do you have to do to let me go." ”
Song Youqi thought about it seriously and said three words: "Let's pay for the meat"