To lure you into the game, Professor Su is cold and flirtatious

Chapter 200
Now that Man Manfei insists on saying something is wrong, it is true, but it has nothing to do with Lingling.

Wu Die is going to be sold. Mr. Yang has already made a decision on this matter. Even the editor-in-chief Zhu can't solve it. The matter of the Su family is just a little faster, so that Mr. Yang has There was a sense of urgency.

But now that the matter is resolved, as predicted by the two chief editors, Mr. Yang will probably keep Wu Die for a while and sell it after the market price stabilizes. Therefore, it has nothing to do with Ding Lingling.

However, if editor-in-chief Zhu hadn't figured out a solution before Wudie was sold, at that time...all the authors and editors of Wudie would not know what to do.

Who knows what Wu Die will look like if the boss is changed?Still not a good platform?
Song Qiao felt that it was unlikely to be good, and she also knew some inside information, because Editor-in-Chief Zhu believed her and revealed to her some facts about Fendai literature.

If Mr. Yang really sells Wu Die to Fendai Literature, then Wu Die may become a processing factory that changes the assembly line. With the big IP of the big author, the plot can't be intervened at all.

If that day really comes, the cartoonist will become a female cartoon worker. If things go on like this, the female cartoonist of Wudie will either change jobs and go to other places, and continue to insist on originality.

Or, you will slowly lose your heart in the creation of the assembly line, and the female-oriented comic market will only decline more and more.

Song Qiao actually doesn't have such lofty ideals as editor-in-chief Zhu. She wants to lead women to make a bloody way to the comics, but she knows the truth.

She also loves comics. If Wudie really becomes this kind of platform, what will Lingling do?As soon as the female-oriented market shrinks, won't the market for Lingling's comics also shrink?

Song Qiao couldn't help but sighed, and could only pray in her heart that Editor-in-Chief Zhu would come up with a solution as soon as possible.

But she can't be discouraged, and she has to turn her head to find a way. Fortunately, the situation on Lingling's side has been resolved, otherwise, the two mountains are pressing down, and she really doesn't know where to focus first.

"Song Qiao, why are you sighing? You still said it's okay."

Ding Lingling was not blind, looked at the expression on Song Qiao's face, asked a question with concern, and then asked worriedly.

"Song Qiao, don't lie to me. Is Manmanfei really okay? Editor Zhu hasn't contacted me recently, but I also know that my family has a lot of things. Is it really not affected?"

Song Qiao quickly raised her head, and said with a forced smile, "I said it's fine. If you really want to help, you can quickly hand in your manuscript to me. Recently, I have been working in the editorial department because of your family's troubles." Say good things, but in two days, the manuscript for the next issue will be handed in, if you don’t hand in your manuscript, Editor Zhu will have to strangle me to death.”

Ding Lingling instantly showed embarrassment and guilt: "I'm sorry, I really forgot the manuscript."

While talking, Ding Lingling took out the digital tablet she put in the drawer.

Glancing at the electronic calendar on the table, Ding Lingling realized that there was only one day until the due date. If it was before, she would definitely go crazy, but now...

She turned to Song Qiao and said, "I'm sorry, Song Qiao, I really forgot about this matter, I was too immature, I got you in trouble, and I also got in trouble with Editor-in-Chief Zhu... If Editor-in-Chief Zhu comes to you again, Just let her come to me, even if she wants to be scolded, scold me, I'm sorry for you."

Seeing that Ding Lingling wanted to apologize, Song Qiao stood up and hurriedly reached out her hand to stop her: "Okay, okay, there is only one day until the manuscript is due, you are really sorry, so hurry up and draw."

"But don't worry, it doesn't matter if you get stuck in the plot for the time being. Everyone has some personal circumstances. What's more, you are on the hot search all day these days, and passers-by must understand you."

Song Qiao racked her brains to say these words. She was also worried that Lingling would not be able to create with peace of mind. Anyway, if it were her, after going through so many troubles, she might not be able to calm down and create quickly.

But who knows, Ding Lingling suddenly laughed.

She picked up the electronic pen, looked at Song Qiao and said, "Song Qiao, you may not believe me when I say this, but this is the most real feeling I have now. Although I have experienced many things, it has finally come to an end. "

"I never thought of creating before, but now sitting here, I have a lot of inspiration in my mind. I know what to draw in the next plot. Don't worry, I will hand in the draft for you in one day!"

When Ding Lingling said this, her tone was very firm, her eyes were extraordinarily calm, and she exuded an aura of trust that could not be restrained.

This feeling overwhelmed Song Qiao.

If it was in the past, Song Qiao might have thought that the other party was trying to comfort her, but seeing Ding Lingling's expression, Song Qiao's heart was a little shaken, maybe... Lingling really realized it?
After Ding Lingling finished speaking, she suddenly focused on the digital board, then picked up the electronic pen and began to draw, without any hesitation in her movements, the lines were very precise, and she was immersed in the creation.

Song Qiao was very familiar with that kind of aura, and she was a little surprised. Lingling entered the mood too quickly today, right?

Just when Song Qiao was feeling relieved, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Song Qiao glanced back suddenly, then quickly turned her head to stare at Ding Lingling, and found that Ding Lingling was still creating, and she didn't seem to be disturbed at all.

Song Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, then rushed out of the bedroom door on tiptoe, but closed the door gently, then stared at Ding Xingyan who was carrying a tray outside and said.

"What are you doing? Don't bother your sister, she is creating comics, and she only has one day to submit the manuscript."

Ding Xingyan was taken aback by Song Qiao who rushed out. He was holding two bowls of noodles in his hands. When Song Qiao said this, he immediately rolled his eyes and said.

"I know, but I have to eat, right? My sister has just done a big job, so she must be hungry. Even if she has to hand in the manuscript, let's wait until she's full."

As Ding Xingyan spoke, he was about to go in.

If it was in the past, Song Qiao would not have stopped her, but today's situation is special, Song Qiao felt that even if Ding Xingyan brought the food in now, Lingling would not eat it.

There was still some tacit understanding between the sisters, so Song Qiao directly grabbed Ding Xingyan's arm and walked downstairs.

"You'd better not disturb your sister and come with me."

Ding Xingyan was holding the tray in his hand, but his attention was all on the touch on his arm, his cheeks were a little hot, but he couldn't help yelling softly.

(End of this chapter)