Qin Yi had nothing to do on the second day of school, Lin Zhibai went to the school in the morning to get some textbooks, and then the counselor organized everyone to run for class cadres.

Lin Zhibai had little interest in the cadres on duty, so he did not participate in the election.

In the end, the squad leader was Zhu Yating, the girl who took the initiative to come over to greet Lin Zhibai yesterday and add friends to pull him into the freshman group.

School was fine in the afternoon.

Lin Zhibai returned to Shuiyunju and thought about whether to find a lawyer to draft an employment contract, but he didn't expect Crimson to take the initiative to say: "In order to protect the interests of the host, the system can provide the host with a free employment contract template, and all the contracts that the host needs in the future can be handed over to the system for drafting." ”

"The contract is ready?"

Lin Zhibai asked unexpectedly: "What other functions of the system do I not know?" ”

Crimson's voice was emotionless: "The specific function needs to be explored by yourself, if the host needs it, Crimson can accompany you to play idiom solitaire." ”

Lin Zhibai: "......"

Anyway, Crimson still provided convenience after all, and Lin Zhibai didn't need to find an additional lawyer.

Exporting and printing the contract provided by the system, Lin Zhibai contacted Jiang Cheng and asked the other party to take time to come to his residence in the afternoon to sign the contract.

As a result, Jiang Cheng came at one o'clock in the afternoon.

Aunt Liu, the nanny, opened the door and took Jiang Cheng into the living room.

Lin Zhibai was reading the contract provided by the system at the tea table in the living room at this time.

Looking up and seeing that Jiangcheng had arrived, Lin Zhibai smiled and said, "You come over and see if there is a problem with this employment contract, if there is no problem, we will sign it." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng stepped forward to take the contract and read it carefully.

Lin Zhibai poured Jiang Cheng a cup of tea, and found that the other party was standing there looking at the contract, and subconsciously said: "Don't be restrained, sit down and watch slowly." ”

"Ahem."

Jiang Cheng looked at the chair next to the tea table, his expression was a little strange: "I just finished lunch, I want to stand for a while to eliminate food, the boss doesn't have to care." ”

Lin Zhibai was stunned for a moment, then seemed to think of something, and said with a smile:

"Please take care of yourself."

Jiang Cheng read the contract and said to Lin Zhibai: "I have no problem." ”

The contract is a regular duplicate, Lin Zhibai first signed one of his own, and then exchanged signatures with Jiang Cheng, and when both parties signed their names, the contract officially took effect.

Sign it.

Lin Zhibai groaned: "We may work together for a long time in the future, you are older than me, I will call you Brother Cheng in the future." ”

"The boss is gracious."

Jiang Cheng said: "It's okay to call me Ah Cheng." ”

I don't know why, Lin Zhibai felt that Brother Cheng was still imposing, and he said, "Brother Cheng should have read my novel, right?" ”

"Looked."

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't hold back, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "The boss's novel is very exciting, although it is only a short story, it still makes me ......"

Jiang Cheng didn't find a suitable adjective for a while.

It wasn't until he looked at the chair in front of him that he continued, "Makes me cast a shadow on the chair. ”

After speaking.

Jiang Cheng finally sat down, but his butt twisted a few times, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.

Coughed again.

Jiang Cheng said: "According to the boss's request, after I finished reading the novel in the morning, I put it into Nathan's "Mystery and Suspense", and then we need to set up a studio, please ask the boss to think of a name for the studio." ”

"Kunpeng."

"Kunpeng?"

"Dapeng rises with the wind one day, soaring 90,000 miles, it is better to call it Kunpeng Studio."

Lin Zhibai spoke.

This sentence is from "Shang Li Yong", which was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai when he was young in his previous life, and there are some contents in the back, such as "Xuan's father can still be afraid of the next generation, and the husband can not be young".

Jiang Cheng was slightly stunned.

His mysterious and young boss seems to have inadvertently revealed an amazing talent.

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng said with emotion: "The ancients often used Kunpeng as a metaphor for themselves, and the boss has lofty ambitions, and I hope I can also encourage you." ”

After speaking.

Jiang Cheng got up and said, "Then I'll go through the formalities of the studio first." ”

Lin Zhibai smiled: "Then next time Brother Cheng comes over, do I want to replace the chair with a bench?" ”

Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Not really, it's just that I thought that the editor of Nathan Bookstore probably needs to stand up to eat today." ”

……

The flowers bloom in two, one on each branch.

Nathan Books publishes a monthly issue of Mystery and Suspense, and the magazine's editors usually decide by the 20th what short stories to publish in the magazine early next month.

I had just finished lunch at this time.

Editor Pan Yi began to review the manuscript.

The manuscript he was reading at this time was "The Human Chair".

People will be sleepy after lunch, Pan Yi is also a little groggy at this time, he thinks about taking a lunch break after reviewing this manuscript.

At the beginning of the manuscript.

There is nothing special about it, just a brief explanation of the character scenes: [Every morning at ten o'clock, Jiazimu sends her husband to work at the government office......]

Well?

Kako?

Like the naming style of Chuzhou, but this is not surprising, the background of the novels of the writers of Blue Star has always been to use which continent they want, although the culture is different, but the official language of each continent is the same.

Don't say that Pan Yi is used to it.

Bluestar readers have long been accustomed to novels with various styles and backgrounds, and there is no problem with the sense of substitution.

It's not the same as the earth.

The cultures of the countries of the earth are very constrained and influenced by different languages, and each has a hard time understanding it.

Keep watching.

[Kako is a beautiful female writer, and her fame has risen for a while, and her edge even overshadows her husband who is an official. She receives several letters from strangers and admirers almost every day......]

As the text gradually unfolds.

Pan Yi sketched out the story line in his mind——

The main character, Yoshiko, is a writer who usually receives letters from all kinds of readers.

However, Yoshiko found that one of the letters from readers she received today was a bit strange, and the envelope was extraordinarily heavy, as if it was a manuscript?

Of course, this is also normal.

Occasionally, Yoshiko would receive manuscripts of novels that were sent without a note.

Most of these manuscripts were long and dreary, but she wanted to get a glimpse of it, so she opened the envelope and took out the letter.

As expected, it was a stack of bound manuscript papers, but somehow there was neither a title nor a signature on the manuscript paper, and the sender began with the title of "Madame."

Kako was puzzled, but her gaze had already swept down two or three lines.

This look at Kako's heart was vaguely a terrifying premonition, and then she couldn't help but be driven by curiosity, and couldn't help but read down......

Meanwhile.

Pan Yi, who was reviewing the manuscript, raised his eyebrows slightly, and suddenly a strange sense of substitution suddenly appeared in his heart.

At this time, isn't he also reading this manuscript like Kako in the novel?

But what kind of letter content will make Kako feel a terrifying premonition in her heart?

Pan Yi was intrigued and continued to look down.

The writer refers to himself as "I".

[I am a natural ugly man, please keep this in mind. Otherwise, if you grant me a brazen request to meet, I can't bear to be surprised to see my increasingly unbearable ugliness in my erosive life, and to be so surprised that you won't overreact. 】

It turned out that the letter writer was a chairmaker who was good at making all kinds of chairs.

The finished chairs he makes are satisfying even for the most discerning customers!

Therefore, he is very respected by his boss, and customizes high-end seats for some wealthy people in high society.

Like a devout artist.

The chairmaker felt that the chairs he had built were his "works of art".

Every time a high-end custom chair is made, the chairmaker will personally sit on it and experience it, imagining in his mind which big names will sit on this chair in the future-

Will he be a noble gentleman?

Will she be a beautiful lady?

These are the unattainable big names in the hearts of chair craftsmen.

The homes of these big men must have been extravagant, with paintings of famous artists hanging on the walls, magnificent crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling, expensive carpets on the floor, and fragrant flowers and plants blooming on the tables that match the chairs......

The chairmaker is often immersed in these imaginations.

Sometimes he even imagined himself as the owner of those luxurious rooms.

But these are just imaginations after all, in reality he is still an ugly looking bottom of society, so he gradually got a little tired of this life, and even had an extremely pessimistic thought: "Instead of living this life like an ant, it is better to die." ”

Exactly then.

He received an order for a large leather armchair.

It is said that the chairs were to be delivered to a restaurant run by a wealthy man in the same city.

He made the chair that met the client's requirements, sat down again, and began his wonderful fantasies.

It's just that when he returned to reality, he was still at the bottom of the society, and he suddenly felt empty, and then a demonic thought appeared in his mind-

He's going to put himself in a chair!

……

Crazy!

Editor Pan Yi was taken aback by the chairmaker's idea!

It is no exaggeration to say that he was really a little frightened by this terrifying thought, how can people fit into chairs!?

However, Pan Yi underestimated the hands-on ability of a chair maker, and even underestimated the madness of a chair maker!

The chairmaker actually got into action, unpacking the perfect chair and expertly adjusting it.

For example, in order to breathe and hear outside sounds, create imperceptible gaps in the corners of the leather;

On the inside of the backrest and next to the head, there is a small storage shelf with a water bottle and dry food, as well as a large rubber bag in case of emergency.

In addition, the chair maker also spent a lot of work, and as long as Zhang Luo had food, even if he stayed in it for two or three days, he would never pose any threat to his life.

After a transformation.

This chair is in a sense the equivalent of a single room!

Although it is cramped and dark, there is absolutely no problem with accommodating one person!

That's it.

The chairmaker really hid himself in the chair, or rather, he had become a part of the chair!

After the order is handed over.

The chair where the chairmaker was hiding was transported to a high-end hotel.

No one noticed anything unusual, and even if the workers transporting the goods thought the chair was particularly heavy, it was only because the material of the chair was too high-end.

[Madame may have discovered that the primary purpose of my strange operation was to sneak out of my chair and wander around the hotel to steal while no one was around.] 】

Oh, yes.

Who would have thought that there was such a ridiculous thing in the world-

There's a guy hiding in the chair?

In the dead of night, the chairmaker was free to enter and leave every room like a shadow, and when there was a commotion, he simply fled back to the secret base in the chair and watched with bated breath as the group watched their stupid search.

Like a hermit crab.

The hotel at night is the beach where he plays unscrupulously!

And during the day, he hides in a chair so that he can spy on the privacy of his guests in the dark.

[That day, I heard a heavy male snort approaching, and then a huge body landed on my lap and flicked it lightly two or three times. Through a thin layer of leather, my thighs and the man's muscular, muscular buttocks were almost in perfect harmony. His broad shoulders rested right on my chest, his heavy palms overlapping mine through the leather armrests. Then he smoked his cigar, and a plump masculine scent wafted into the leather. 】

The chair maker told the story in the letter!

A strong sense of the picture almost hits the face!

Imagining this absurd and bizarre scene, Pan Yi's scalp suddenly tightened, goosebumps all over his body were densely packed, and even the afternoon sleepiness disappeared in an instant!

And this story that gradually began to be terrifying continues.

Perhaps the desire to snoop was satisfied, and the chairmaker gradually began to indulge in the world of touch.

Men......

Chubby skinny ......

Young and old......

His skin touched countless people through the leather, and the weight of the other party, the curves of his body, and even the slight movement of his hips; His ears could hear all kinds of voices and conversations, and he could feel their joys and sorrows, no matter who they were in reality, how unattainable they were for the former chairmaker!

Of course.

Staying in a small space 24 hours a day, with his arms bent and his knees bent for a long time, the chairmaker gradually felt paralyzed and could not even stand completely upright.

Night.

The chairmaker came out again, but he could only crawl like a paralyzed man, going back and forth between the kitchen and the powder room, but despite all the hard work, he still did not want to give up the mysterious world of touch.

"It's a pervert!"

Pan Yi's expression was slightly distorted because of shock, this chairmaker is simply psychopathic, but his logic can be established-

It's obviously perverted like this!

Pan Yi couldn't find the distortion of this character!

In the darkest depths of his heart, Pan Yi even subconsciously imagined:

What kind of touch and body temperature would it be to hide in that chair and feel the body of a beautiful girl and herself through a layer of skin, tightly fitting together......

"Shhh

Pan Yi gasped and shook his head frantically to shake off this perverted idea.

The story doesn't end there.

The restaurant was later sold and the chairs were auctioned.

The chair in which the chairmaker was hiding was eventually bought by an official and shipped home.

The official's wife seemed to be very fond of this chair, and whenever she was tired of writing, she would lie down on it to rest.

In his letter, the chairmaker described it this way:

[When she threw herself at me, I always tried to catch it as gently as possible.] When she's tired, I quietly move my knees to adjust her posture. When I met her groggy nap, I shook my knees very slightly, and took on the task of cradle, her body fragrance was particularly charming, and her body was so perfect! 】

Time goes by.

Maybe it's the loneliness of the heart.

Maybe it's the charm of beauty.

This chairmaker is actually in love with the hostess!

[This is the first time in my life that I have felt true love, and the experience in the hotel is nothing compared to this. The proof is that only for this hostess did I have an unprecedented thought. I was not willing to limit myself to just stroking secretly, and I tried in every possible way to make her aware of my existence. 】

Wait a minute!

The man is an official, and the lady is a writer, and she often writes in the study!?

Combined with several key information, Pan Yi suddenly thought of the foreshadowing above, only to feel that the temperature of the room had dropped suddenly, and the cold air of Sen Sen almost jumped up to his backbone!

Won't it ......

Pan Yi's face turned pale.

And the next words in my heart turned out to be as Pan Yi expected-

The letter that Yoshiko is reading in her hand is exactly the one written by the perverted chairman herself!

Other words:

In the letter, the chairmaker mentions that the hostess whom he loved so much is the same as Yoshiko who is sitting in the chair reading the letter at this moment!

Crash!

Yoshiko in the book stood up suddenly!

Pan Yi outside the book also stood up suddenly!

The horrible reversal almost made him unable to sit in his chair again!

Thinking that Jiazi was sitting on that chair just now to read the letter, Pan Yi's ears were buzzing, and he almost didn't dare to think deeply!

Yoshiko rushed into the bedroom.

She fled far away from the desk where the disgusting armchair sit, feeling sick to her stomach and dizzy.

Inspect the chair?

Such a terrible thing that Kako would never dare to do, even if it was empty, there must be food and his filth left!

And at this very moment.

When Yoshiko's servant entered the door, she brought another letter.

[Tang suddenly sent a letter, and looked at Haihan. I usually like the teacher's work very much, and the manuscript I sent before is my jerky creation, if the teacher can read it and give advice and criticism, it is really a great honor. For some reason, the manuscript was submitted before this letter was written, and the teacher may have read it, but I don't know how it feels? If the clumsy work can move the teacher one or two, I will be infinitely happy, and the manuscript is deliberately omitted and not written, but the title is scheduled to be named "The Human Chair". 】

This is where the story comes to an abrupt end.

Pan Yi's face gradually regained its bloody color, and he sat back on the chair in a daze, only to suddenly bounce up after less than half a second, as if there was someone hidden in the chair.

"It turned out to be an oolong......"

It turns out that the so-called first letter is actually just a novel, and the second is the real letter, and this reversal of the ending, from the level of creative art, is undoubtedly very wonderful.

It's just that Pan Yi has just completely substituted for Jiazi's perspective, so he, who is also reading the novel, still has lingering apprehensions about the chair.

God Creative!

God reversed!

Writing a novel within a novel gives the reader a sense of confusion and can't distinguish between a novel and a letter......

Although he didn't dare to sit back in his chair, Pan Yi was still shocked by the exquisite design of this novel, and then look at the signature of the contributor:

"Never sleep?"

Seems to be a rookie writer?

Pan Yi let out a sigh, but before he could spit out, he suddenly thought of something, his face changed again, his body leaned forward slightly, and his eyes were staring at the front of the manuscript-

Is this really just an oolong?