The next day.

After Chen Li got up and washed, he simply said goodbye to Lu Yunyao.

But she was still a little reluctant to keep it.

Chen Li had to tell her what she said last night again, so as to comfort her reluctant emotions.

When he went out, he took a taxi from the Academy of Fine Arts.

On the way, the master in the driver's seat asked him jokingly.

"Little brother, you are running back and forth between the music academy and the art academy, you should be an art student, right?"

Chen Li shook his head with a smile and said that he was a tourist from other places.

The taxi driver saw that he didn't want to tell the truth, so he didn't say much.

There is still some distance between the Academy of Fine Arts and the School of Music.

It is also possible that he went out at the wrong time, just in time for the rush hour to work, and there are a lot of vehicles on the road.

When he arrived at his destination, Chen Li looked at the time, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning.

It's an hour and a half by car.

“……”

When Chen Li paid the fare, he looked at the master's harmless face and thought in his heart......

Could it be that because I am here for tourism, I deliberately detoured my way?

But it was all a trivial, and it didn't matter much compared to tonight's dinner, and he didn't think too much about it.

After getting out of the car, Chen Li called An Simeng as soon as possible.

Didn't surprise her like the first time.

The last surprise frequently overturned, and Chen Li knew that some things, no matter how carefully calculated, could not be worth the calculations.

……

At this time, An Simeng didn't get up for long, washed up, and was having breakfast with a few roommates.

At the table, the four of them in the dormitory were discussing the signing of the comics.

"Mengmeng, do you think we can sign it?"

"I heard that signing a contract is very troublesome, or let's find a lawyer to consult, I read those contract documents and my brain hurts......"

Several people were chattering and discussing......

An Simeng didn't say a word the whole time.

Quan Xiaohong noticed her abnormality.

At this time, An Simeng was holding a bun in her hand, putting it to her mouth and nibbling it a little bit, her eyes were not focused, and her mouth made a small smirk of 'hehe' from time to time.

“……”

Quan Xiaohong was speechless for a while.

Since An Simeng received a call from her boyfriend last night, this morning is what she looks like.

It was as if the devil was stunned.

"Moe Moe, Meng Meng ......"

Quan Xiaohong couldn't help but wake her up.

"Ahh......h What's wrong Sister Xiaohong, you say. ”

An Simeng's eyes suddenly cleared, and she asked suspiciously.

"Alas......"

Seeing her confused appearance, Quan Xiaohong sighed, swallowed the words she wanted to ask, and said truthfully:

"Jiayi and Xiaoya are asking you about the comic contract signing."

"Signing?"

An Simeng's face was stunned.

"Didn't I say that the comic has already signed a contract, just wait for the company to send someone to sign the contract......"

“……”

When the three people in the dormitory saw her say this, they all shook their heads helplessly.

Meng Meng is still too simple.

How can it be considered a contract if you say that you have signed a contract?

No matter how bad the other party is, you can send an electronic contract, there is no need to come all the way to Yanjing to sign a contract in person......

Electronic contracts also have legal effect.

Why do people need to spend time and effort?

"Mengmeng, although we don't have any experience in signing contracts, some information can be found on the Internet.

If the other party plays a little trick on the contract, we don't know it, and we can't understand it, so we think it's better to be cautious......"

Quan Xiaohong said the thoughts of the other two in a worried tone.

Since the dormitory started painting with all their efforts that day, they have forgotten about signing the contract.

It wasn't until a few days ago that An Simeng answered a phone call that they remembered about it.

After struggling for days, they asked.

After all, An Simeng has never defaulted on a hundred yuan of sketches, and if someone plays a little trick on the contract, they will not be able to go over.

It can be said that after these months of painting, several people in the dormitory regard this comic as their own 'child' and cannot be defiled.

“……”

Ms. Ann understood their concerns.

She smiled shallowly and explained:

"Don't worry, they won't do it."

As soon as the words fell, Quan Xiaohong immediately said bitterly:

"Meng Meng, the heart of defense is indispensable......"

"Sister Xiaohong, don't worry, the other party is still begging us to sign the contract for the copyright of the last comic, and I don't think Uncle Zhou will play this trick with me for this little profit."

An Simeng's face was still calm.

In fact, she didn't believe in Zhou Dasheng in her heart, but believed in Chen Li. With his influence, the other party will never play these tricks, and they will not dare to play such tricks.

"But...... Wait a minute! ”

Quan Xiaohong also wanted to remind, but as soon as the words came out, she suddenly found that there seemed to be other information hidden in her sentence just now.

Looking for a sign?

The last comic, also the copyright?

This......

Has Meng Meng ever drawn comics before?!

At this time, even Shen Jiayi and Li Ya on the side also noticed this.

"Moe Meng ...... Have you ever drawn comics before? ”

An Simeng nodded.

After half a year, she has become familiar with everyone, and according to what Chen Li said at the beginning, she can show herself appropriately.

"Mean, you signed a contract in the last book?"

Li Ya's eyes widened, and her face was incredulous.

In their dormitory, Li Ya values money the least, because their family is rich, but she values fame and honor......

"Uh-huh."

An Simeng nodded, and didn't say much.

Everyone saw her admit it, and the table was silent for a while.

Everyone is an adult, a college student who is almost 20 years old in 19, and has lived under one roof in the Academy of Fine Arts for half a year......

Why are you so good?

Some painters have been working in a company from their freshman year to graduation.

They deduced from time in their hearts that An Simeng had already completed a comic when she was in high school, and she was also the main writer, otherwise the signing company would not have begged her......

Wait a minute!

And sold the copyright?!

Yes! As an art student, this is not only a matter of money, but also a great honor.

Li Ya began to tremble with excitement.

Quan Xiaohong, who was on the side, cleaned up her mood and asked hesitantly:

"Mengmeng, take the liberty of asking what your pen name is......"

Speaking of this, she secretly scolded herself for being abrupt.

How can you easily ask someone for their pen name, and what is the difference between this and asking directly about someone's income?

Everyone has an inexplicable sense of reverence for the domain god they care about, and An Simeng, who is sitting next to them now, is the great god!

An Simeng didn't have any so-called shelves, and when she saw that they wanted to know her pen name, she first blushed, and then said hesitantly:

"My pen name is ...... Big draw hands. ”

For girls, this pen name is indeed a bit weird.

But there is no way, Chen Li's pen name is a little painter, and when he helped An Simeng register information, he took the name and continued this format.

When Quan Xiaohong heard this, she looked at her in disbelief and said:

"Big Paint?!"

Unable to believe it, she asked again:

"Mengmeng, you're a big painter?!"

“……”

"Sister Xiaohong, what's wrong with the big painter?"

Li Ya and Shen Jiayi on the side looked at her with puzzled expressions.

When they usually read the manuscript or look for materials on the Internet, they only look at who the main writer is.

Are big painters famous?

Li Ya vaguely remembers that in this year's hottest comics, there is a painter whose name is similar to An Simeng's, as if he is called a little painter......

An Simeng can understand the shock in Quan Xiaohong's heart, but this matter has already been said, so let's go straight to the showdown.

"Mmmm, that's me, it was ...... at the time"

Ding, ding, ding......

As she said this, her phone rang suddenly.

An Simeng took it out and looked at the caller ID, and immediately said with a happy face:

"My boyfriend's phone ......"

Anyway, just plug it in.

"Chat with your roommate, Chen Li, when are you here tonight?"

"Huh?! You're at the school gate now, so I'll wait for me, and I'll go to you now......"

After speaking, she hung up the phone directly, hurriedly ran to the closet to find some clothes to come out, and tried them one by one in front of the mirror......

In the end, he was lined with a white sweater, a black coat with a scarf around his neck, simple fleece jeans and black leather boots.

Exquisite and literary.

The whole process was watched by all three people in the dormitory.

"Sister Xiaohong, you talk slowly, I'll go out first, send me a message if you have something~"

After that, An Simeng ran out in a hurry.

Three singles watched it all.

There is heating in the dormitory......

But they don't know why, they always feel cold in their hearts.