[Comprehensive] Wonderful urban daily life

When the stipulated time came, Tang Qie held a cardboard box and stood downstairs of the unit door of the Paradise Community, and pressed the 902 resident call button.

The electronically synthesized doorbell rang, but no one answered the call.After the ringing ended, Tang Qie pressed the call button again, but there was still no result.

Looks like someone didn't finish the task again today.Tang Qie shook his head regretfully, and pressed the 802 call button.

The resident of 802 quickly got through the phone, "Hello, who is it?"

Tang Qi leaned forward, his expression suddenly brightened, and he replied vividly: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm a resident of 902, and my name is Mr. Jiang. I forgot to bring my keys when I went shopping. Can you do me a favor?"

The other party was a little suspicious, "Oh, there is no one in your house?"

Tang Qi answered kindly: "I live alone."

"Oh." Then, Tang Qi heard a crisp click, he pulled the door, and the door opened in response.When he got to the door of 902, Tang Qie didn't ring the doorbell, but took out a key from the gap between the milk crate and the wall, and opened the door neatly.

The house is neither clean nor dirty, and the living room is empty. Tang Qi, who knows the way, turned right and went to the study room. If it is the first time to come here, you will be amazed that it is filled with all kinds of books. A bookcase the size of a wall. There is a custom-made desk on the wall opposite the bookcase. It is very narrow and long. The owner of this house is leaning over the desk and writing quickly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the other party didn't raise his head, and read a monologue in a wise and vicissitudes of voice: "You are finally here, one of the twelve judges of Atlantis, known as the owner of Enforcer of Thunderlord's Wrath Guardianship. You..."

Before the other party finished his seemingly long line, Tang Qie put the cardboard box in his hand on the table and went straight to the point: "Jiang Jun, it's time to submit the manuscript."

Although it was interrupted by Tang Qie, the man named Jiang Jun continued to say, "So you also came for the Code of Hammurabi, sorry, my duty is to protect it, Even if we fight together for Atlantis, I can't give it to you."

Tang answered blankly: "The Code of Hammurabi is from nearly 4000 years ago. Today is No. 15, which is already the deadline of the deadline. If you don't want to be expelled from "Sweetdream", you will be expelled from the national comics." If the editor of the magazine sends it to the blacklist, please give it to me quickly."

"Ahem..." Jiang Jun coughed twice, his voice changed from a deliberate vicissitudes of life to a normal tone, he turned his head, and greeted Tang Qie with a very enthusiastic and slightly exaggerated acting skills: "Oh, this is not me My dearest editor Tang? Why are you here? Is it hard work, are you tired? Would you like me to pour you a cup of tea?"

Tang Qie glanced at him and remained silent.

Mr. Jiang turned his gaze to the big cardboard box on the table, and quickly changed the subject: "Oh, did you specially deliver the express for me? You are too polite, really, where can I sign for it?"

Tang Qie didn't dump him at all, walked directly to him, picked up a stack of manga manuscripts on the table, flipped through them, counted them, and found that the pages were wrong, "There are three more pages?"

Jiang Jun saw that he couldn't get away with it, and he had a bitter face, "I'm suffering this month..."

Tang Qi asked the question concisely, "Say the key points."

"I just participated in a jihad when I returned to Atlantis this month, so I didn't have time to make up."

"...Mr. Jiang." Tang Qi took a deep breath to calm himself down, "I am your fourth responsible editor."

"Enen, editor Tang, you are the most gentle and kind-hearted editor I have ever met, with gentle manners and no vulgarity." Jiang Jun praised diligently, wishing to praise Tang Qi to the sky.

"I'm also your last editor in charge. If I also refuse to accept you, you will be finished in this magazine. The other editors have a feeling that they want to kill you first, and then throw them from the Huangpu River. strong emotions."

Jiang Jun's expression was vicissitudes and profound, and he looked at the distant scenery through the window silently. "Atlantis has always been misled by their humans, and I'm used to it. But I know, the executor, you only stood on that side for a disguise."

Tang Qie looked at the time, it is now 47:[-] in the morning, "It's [-]:[-] in the morning, and the deadline for the magazine office is [-]:[-] pm, you still have seven hours and [-] minutes to hand in, not counting meals and breaks." Give me the remaining three pages of sketches." Tang Qi patted the cardboard box on the table, "This is the letter and gift that your fans sent to you from the magazine during this period."

Jiang Jun's eyes light up when he hears about fans. One of his greatest hobbies in life is reading letters from fans.

Tang Qi ignored Mr. Jiang's longing eyes, and took out a Swiss army knife from his pocket casually: "If your serialization is open in the magazine (leaving a blank space on the page), I will take care of these letters of yours. Kept in the broom closet of the magazine."

"Although the cartoonist is just a prop for me to hide my true identity, my personality is to do my best! This way I will not disappoint Atlantis' expectations of our twelve judges. My body is already loaded with fighting, but I will insist on fulfilling my due responsibilities within the deadline! This is me, the arbiter protected by angel wings!"

"En." Tang Qie nodded, clapped his hands meaningly twice, "I like you."

"Well, since that's the case, let's call each other as human beings. How did you get in, Editor Tang?"

"Don't leave your keys behind the milk crate next time."

"Actually, I was worried that what if I came back from there with a serious injury one day, and my whole body was already dying, but people outside couldn't come in to save me? So I did this just in case in the past, But don't worry, I have set up an enchantment on the milk crate, and most people can't see it."

"In that case, let's start. There are still seven hours and 45 minutes." Tang Qie reported the remaining time, and Jiang Jun quickly turned around and sat down, took a pen and started to draft.

To Tang Qie, this kind of scene was no surprise, and it would definitely happen every month.

Tang Qi, male, 22 years old, currently works as the editor of the well-known girl comic magazine "Sweetdream".

He is currently working on a draft, and the patient with severe secondary illness is one of the cartoonists he is in charge of. His name is Jiang Jun, his pen name is Jiang Jun, he is male, and his age claims to be only one year less than the second lady (Flanduolu is 495 years old). , actually 20 years old this year.He is a rookie manga artist who dropped out of a popular major in a key university and changed his career to become the king of manga.

He has been serialized in "sweetdream" for a year, and has published a fairly best-selling single volume. The work "lucky～Super Popular Girl" that is currently being serialized in the magazine is the second most popular work in the magazine's monthly ranking.

As we can see, the cartoonist Jiang Jun has a severe secondary illness, and he has been procrastinating drafts, and he does not play cards according to common sense, but his works can be regarded as one of the pillars in the magazine, so the editor of the comic agency only We could bear to follow behind, but we underestimated cartoonist Jiang's ability to kill, he drove all three editors crazy, and asked to leave automatically, unwilling to be the editor in charge of this future comic star, so This seemingly painful and happy job fell to Tang Qi, who had just joined the comic agency.

Tang Qie didn't intend to be a girl manga editor at the beginning. When he applied for the job, he submitted his resume to "TEEN", the largest juvenile manga magazine in the country. With his super personal ability, he was quickly accepted. Yes, but before he joined the magazine, he was directly transferred by the magazine to another magazine of the same company, that is, "Sweetdream". .

The general idea is that I am very optimistic about your ability. A really good editor will not stick to the subject matter of comics. The real focus is to develop the potential of a cartoonist. If you do well, you will be hired in "TEEN". Newcomers need to hone their talents. able to take on heavy responsibilities.

In the end, Tang Qie was attracted by the editor-in-chief's promise to transfer to "TEEN", so he resolutely embarked on the road of discussing with cartoonists how to create excellent girl comics.

According to Tang Qie's rational evaluation, Jiang Jun is a cartoonist with great potential. If he creates a few more works, Tang Qie believes that he can really become a leading figure in domestic girl comics.

Of course, let’s change the bad habit of procrastinating first.

During the few hours when Jun Jiang was rushing to finish the manuscript, Tang Qie would stay here just in case, if he couldn't get the manuscript, the result would be too serious for him.

Tang Qi moved a chair and put it in the study, placed it in front of the box, then cut open the carton with a Swiss knife, helped Mr. Jiang sort it out, and checked the letters.

Most of Jiang Jun's fans are young girls, and the letters they send are always colorful, filled with stickers, and painted with love symbols. The pink letter paper, a confession written in Martian language about expressing his love for Mr. Jiang, was put aside.

His fan letters to Jiang Jun are mainly divided into several categories: letters with suggestions for comics, letters to communicate with Jiang Jun, and letters that are useless except to waste time and resources.

There are also many gifts in the box, such as plush toys, cute pendants, readers' DIY works, and...

Tang Qi took out a cylindrical item wrapped in newspaper from the bottom of the carton. When he peeled off a few newspapers, he suddenly felt a stench, which was very similar to the smell of rotting meat. Stay away from yourself, and then peel off all the newspapers, revealing a rotten bird, feathers and coagulated blood mixed together.

"Fuck, why is it so stinky!" Jiang Jun, who was rushing to draft, also quickly smelled it. He pinched his nose and looked at Tang Qi: "My God! Could this be the legendary dark substance from the devil world!"