Yushuidong, comic studio.

Young apprentice Park Shengxiu is answering phone calls to his family in the room.

Because he had been crazy about posting advertisements for Star You among his friends and relatives before, his family and friends took it for granted that he played a non-negligible role in the production of the comic Star You.

But the conscience of heaven and earth, his greatest contribution to this comic is the publishing of a bunch of advertisements. The serious production process of the comic has nothing to do with him.

"Mom, it's not that I'm being modest... and of course it's not that the writer is trying to squeeze me," Park Shengxiu lowered his voice for fear of being heard by people in the living room: "It's because I really didn't participate in the production, so that's why I wasn't signed."

"Okay, okay, I will work hard."

Finally, he persuaded his parents not to put up a banner for him in his store. Park Shengxiu breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking that he had not yet established a firm foothold in the studio, and he must not behave like that at this time.

A scandal that raises the flag.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he opened the door and came to the living room.

As soon as he sat back at his work station, he heard the imaginary enemy and competitor opposite said.

"Yes, yes, I played a decisive role in the production and release of these two chapters of comics. Without me, you would not have seen such an excellent comic."

Park Sung-soo:???

"That's right, I told you that my eyesight has improved. Mom, I'll take a photo with our writer later, and you and dad will print it out and hang it in our living room."

Park Sung-soo:???

Park Shengxiu looked at Han Zidong who was lying on the swivel chair with his eyes closed, and then at the stinky Jin Minxiu, and he felt extremely regretful.

Since the writer did not criticize Kim Min-soo, it means that the writer is not so serious about this kind of thing.

Even from a certain perspective, his refusal to tie himself to a writer is a sign of extreme immaturity.

He clearly doesn’t consider himself a part of the studio yet,

Alas, after all, he still has little social experience!

Immediately afterwards, he saw Jin Minxiu walking up to Han Zidong.

"Writer nim, can we take a photo together?" Jin Minxiu asked in a low voice.

Han Zidong opened his eyes.

Although Jin Minxiu didn't help much in the production, he completed the chores he usually asked better, and he also recognized Jin Minxiu more.

Moreover, when Jin Minxiu chose to be his comic assistant, he was often lectured by the seniors in the school who were not optimistic about him. Now that Xingyou is famous, he doesn't mind letting Jin Minxiu be famous.

"It's okay, but you remember to tell your uncle and aunt that the photo can be placed in the living room, but don't show it out."

"Hehe, I knew you were the best writer."

"Tch, if you ask me for anything, call me a writer, and if you have nothing else, call me boss!" Han Zidong rolled his eyes at Jin Minxiu angrily.

Jin Minxiu stood next to Han Zidong, turned her head, and took several photos in a row, which made Park Shengxiu look envious.

After taking the group photo, Jin Minxiu checked the photos and asked: "Writer Nim, do you want to invite Suli to our party tomorrow?"

"Suli, I'll call you later to let you know. After you finish your work, you can get off work. Remember to come on time for the barbecue party tomorrow evening."

"Okay, remember to buy more pork belly and beef. I didn't even enjoy it last time."

Han Zidong's mouth twitched when he heard it. After a long while, he took out a card from the drawer: "Then the task of buying ingredients tomorrow will be left to you. Then you can contact Shengxiu and the two of you will work hard."
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"No hard work, no hard work."

Jin Minxiu took the bank card with both hands respectfully: "How can it be so hard to buy food?"

Han Zidong smiled. Sometimes, he admired Jin Minxiu.

Although he, an open-minded boss, has decided that the atmosphere in the studio is relatively relaxed, without an optimist and foodie like Kim Min-soo around, his work would be a lot less fun.

Especially the other young apprentice Park Shengxiu is really bored. It seems that he will have to talk to him tomorrow.

After waving his hand and driving away the annoying Jin Minxiu, Han Zidong turned his swivel chair, slid to the window, and dialed Cui Xueli's number.

When she received a call from Han Zidong, Cui Shirley was chatting with a few girls about her thoughts after watching "The Star."

After seeing the caller's name, a smile spread across her lips.

I walked to the corner of the box and answered the phone. A familiar and reassuring voice came from the receiver.

"Suli, you also know that Minxiu, a foodie, always wants to have a dinner party, so I am planning to hold a barbecue party on the rooftop tomorrow evening. Do you want to come? By the way, Seulgi will also come by then."

Hmm?

Something's wrong!

As sensitive as she is, she immediately heard the unnaturalness in Han Zidong's words.

Han Zidong has always been straightforward in his speech, and will not use others as a cover. Even if Minxiu wants to have a dinner, Seulqi will go there.

If it were normal, Han Zidong would invite her to a dinner party, and he would probably say directly: "Suli, we are having a barbecue party on Sunday, remember to come."

At most, I would ask more, "Do you have time?" so that I won't be as coy as I am now.

Thinking of her disappointment that night when she used "OH" to express her feelings to Han Zidong, but the other party was indifferent, at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a bit of comfort.

It seems that our oppa finally no longer treats me like a child, and he finally accepts my feelings.

"suli, are you listening?"

"Oppa, I may have something to do tomorrow."

"..."

There was silence for a while, and then a voice came over: "Well, then we can only meet again next time."

Touching the end of her hair just above her ears, Cui Shirley replied: "Oppa, I'm about to graduate from high school, so things have been quite complicated recently, and I guess I won't be able to see you for a long time.

Maybe when we meet again next time, I will have long hair hanging down my shoulders."

On the other end of the phone, Han Zidong sighed silently in his heart.

From the previous "OH" to the current "long hair hanging down shoulders", to this point, if he still doesn't understand Cui Xueli's thoughts, then he is a bit stupid.

"Okay, even if you are busy, you still need to take good care of your body. The seasons have changed recently, so keep warm and don't get sick."

"Well, Oppa, goodbye!"

Cui Xueli hung up the phone and returned to her seat with a brisk smile.

At this time, IU and Goo Hara are performing the classic scene of your star.

IU folds her arms across her chest, showing a slightly arrogant posture.

Goo Hara smiled and said in a calm tone: "Sir, I have something to say. In fact, I... admire you. I really want to grow up quickly and let you see me grow up."

Beautiful look."

Oppa, I also want you to see my long hair flowing as soon as possible! Cui Shirley thought.
Chapter completed!