Fist of Imagination

When Liang De woke up, it was already nine o'clock the next morning.

Last night he sang from "Glory Days" to "Goodbye Ideal", and at the same time ate up all Li Zhixian's private snacks, cleared out the dessert inventory at Yingxuetang Xiangbei branch, and then jumped on the imitation marble coffee table to dance passionately. The tie he took off was thrown onto the lamp ball, swinging back and forth like Tarzan.

The atmosphere was so lively that even Zhao Yuyue, the father of bookstore girl Zhao Yuhan, was so affected that he couldn't help but shout "Sudden Self" with Mr. Liang when he came to take his daughter home.

Zhao Yuhan, the only high school student who understood the trend of the trend, did not grab the wheat until he was picked up. He could only be pitiful and helpless while holding the rattle until the end.

Yingxue Chun K of Xiangbei City was washed away by the atmosphere around the end of the last century all night long. At three o'clock in the morning, Liang De and Li Zhixian high-fived each other goodbye and stayed alone in the bookstore.

He wouldn't be tired even if he didn't drink, but he suddenly wanted to take a nap.

The bookstore had a rest area for readers. He found a private room, changed into soft cotton pajamas, stopped drinking the Immortal Coffee in his body, and had a natural sleep for the first time in a long time.

If it weren't for the fact that Ying Xuetang Bookstore opened at nine o'clock and there were some rustling sounds outside, maybe he would have slept longer.

Liang De yawned and got up from the quilt on the floor. He was too lazy to clean up, change clothes and wash up, so he just snapped his fingers and changed into a fresh body wearing home clothes.

Opening the door of the single room, the morning sunlight was shining softly. He stood in a piece of warm gold and did two stretching exercises with his hands on his hips.

After doing morning exercises, he moved his neck and walked towards the door of the bookstore, intending to go out and buy some breakfast.

The layout in the hall has been restored to its original state.

The little animals living in the screen were diligent and reliable. After he and Li Zhixian left, they started the arduous cleaning work, working diligently and tirelessly.

When I woke up early in the morning, the bookstore had returned to its usual quiet state, without anything strange... Hey, why is there a Li Zhixian here!

Something's wrong!

Liang De rolled on the spot, took out a light blue decoration electric drill from his arms, knelt on one knee, and pointed the drill directly at the abnormal creature between two rows of bookshelves ten meters away.

"Brother Xian can't get up before nine o'clock in the morning. Who are you!"

Li Zhixian: "You put so much Mortal Cultivation Coffee in the refrigerator. It's not like I haven't drunk it before. Lao Liang, you really love acting."

Liang De stood up and put away the electric drill, "Didn't you say that it's best to sleep until you wake up naturally? You only use the taste of coffee to mix drinks, and you definitely don't need the special effects of cultivating immortals."

"It turns out that Mu Yigui has just joined the job, and I need to help with a lot of things. I sleep until I wake up naturally every day, so how can I have so much time..."

Li Zhixian unfolded a blank material scroll, pulled the suspended automatic brush onto the paper, and said:

"Let's discuss the materials related to the doomsday of Blue Star 37927 on the other side of the world, and try to finalize it and sacrifice it today."

Liang De touched his belly and said:

"Brother Xian, today is Friday. Friday should be like Friday. What's wrong..."

Li Zhixian turned the brush and looked up at him:

"Mr. Liang, we are senior employees of Cthulhu who implement a flexible working system. Weekend breaks are not applicable to us. This is what you told me before."

Hey! Why do you, a woman, have two faces? Didn't you wish me a happy get off work yesterday?

"I bought you breakfast, let's talk while eating."

Li Zhixian flicked the ice blue storage hairband on the back of his head, took out a bowl of noodle paste and a bag of triangular cakes and placed them on the small table next to the bookshelf.

Liang De walked over and picked up the bowl and took two sips of noodles, "Why are there only small intestines without pig red? I like to eat pig red. There is so little vinegar pork. Where did you buy it? You didn't have all the good ingredients. Just pick them out and eat them..."

Li Zhixian tightened his grip on the writing brush, "I asked you to talk about the ingredients while eating, not to comment on the breakfast while eating!"

Liang De continued to suck and suck:

“If there’s anything good to say about the material, just treat it like before.

"You don't have to tell me what I should do, what I shouldn't do, what's so interesting, I don't quite understand, and I don't really want to figure it out.

"Let's just find someone who looks more like a protagonist to be the protagonist.

"Old Wang can do it, Mi Xiang can do it, Master and Disciple of the Savior can do it, just make it up and submit it. Anyway, it's a special task given by Teacher Fengxian. At least you can get three stars, that's all.

"That's what I wanted to tell you yesterday. It's so fast to do something casually. It's not too late to hand it in and then sing K. It's unwise for you to delay it until today, the blasphemous Friday... Well, you can fix it first. I Go out and buy some fried dough sticks to eat."

"Lao Liang, you are the protagonist. I will never choose anyone else to be the protagonist in your story. I won't do what I did before."

Li Zhixian's voice was clear and clear, as if he hadn't drunk yet in the morning.

Liang De was a little puzzled, "What are you doing, Brother Xian, you want to start a true story project? That kind of thing has been out of fashion for a long time. Let me tell you..."

"Tell me the story in your eyes."

"ha?"

"Lao Liang, you also said that no matter what the story is, Taichang will give us three stars, so in fact we no longer have to figure out the preferences above and pursue what is interesting in Taichang's eyes."

Li Zhixian picked up the brush and wrote Liang De's name on the blank scroll, followed by a colon.

"I used to treat your experience as a story, and editing materials as a job task. I complained about you, judged you, and said some nonsense, saying that you looked more like a protagonist and more interesting...

"I'm sorry, Lao Liang."

Liang De took several steps back with the rice noodle soup:

"Brother Xian, why did you suddenly become so emotional? I think you are very abnormal now. Didn't you drink today? Why don't you drink two glasses before talking?"

Li Zhixian: "He He and Mu Yigui told me something about you, I..."

"Stop, buddy, that's enough, that's enough."

Liang De ate the last triangle cake, put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and said:

"Brother Xian, brother Xian, I really can't believe that you are too lazy to make up a story, and even this is pushed to me. Do you really want to get paid for nothing?

"Forget it, we are brothers, so I'll write it."

Liang De took the material scroll and brush in front of her, and without thinking, he wrote tens of thousands of words on it, in a straightforward manner, all in a running account.

"After writing, you can offer it as a sacrifice."

Li Zhixian took the scroll in silence and put it into the evil god altar in the shape of a cardboard box next to the bookshelf.

After a while, a wisp of green smoke rose, and Tai Fengxian, who was sitting cross-legged, emerged from the cardboard box.

He didn't have a scroll in his hand, but only a phantom of a blue star.

"Ade, I have a surprise to tell you."

Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow ('')