"Should I just draw here?" Chao Chang made sure.

The gentle tone in which Yun Chaochao just said "I'll call you if you can eat" disappeared without a trace in an instant: "If you have land there, I won't stop you."

"That's right, where I am..." Chao Changchang went through his dormitory in his mind, "Thank you for sending me the college entrance examination review materials. I will go and do the questions again after I finish the graffiti."

"The manuscript hasn't been drawn yet, how come I know I want you to doodle?" Yun Chaochao choked him with words.

"I..." Chao Changchang seemed to have just realized that he was just an alternative. He hesitated for several seconds in surprise before saying: "You did say that you would take a look at the manuscript before making a decision. I am narcissistic again.

Feel sorry."

For some reason, Yun Chaochao never gave him a [guarantee], but Chao Changchang had an illusion that the dust had settled early, and decided that graffiti on the wall was something he would complete in the next month or so.

It's quite embarrassing to be pointed out directly by the future owner of the brand who has many alternatives.

"Aside from saying thank you and sorry, what else would you say?" The girl who was about to become the MK FairWill brand holder was unhappy again.

The girl's temper is the same as the feeling that the brand MK FairWill gives people now.

There is a style, but it is of a type that is completely incomprehensible.

Thinking of this, the boy who was once again faced with soul questioning decided to change the topic to a topic that would not offend: "I visually inspected the water in your pot and it should be over fifty degrees by now. The temperature is too high. You will know when you wash the big bones later."

Are you feeling hot? Do you want my help?"

Chao Changchang kept in mind the teachings of the ancients "Don't hit the smiling person" and had a good attitude with a smile and goodwill on his face.

"Which girl taught you to be so considerate?"

Yun Chaochao's doubts once again flooded him like a tidal wave.

From his tone to his expression, he was extremely unhappy.

turn out to be.

You step on it or you don’t step on it.

Ray, right there.

It is not based on Chao Changchang's personal will.

Even when he offered to help clean the bones, there was a hidden secret.

Lei, why are you everywhere?

Chao · Master of Mine Clearance · Changchang must be very alert [Mines Clearance]: "I feel a little guilty for not doing anything and just waiting to be eaten."

A certain girl who was covered in thunder was reluctant: "Tell me, who trained you?"

Chao Changchang raised his emotional intelligence, which usually doesn't require full power, to the highest level: "My dad trained me. My dad said that girls should not let girls get involved in anything that may be dangerous."

Yun Chaochao smiled, his eyes bright and shining, completely different from just now, "Then did your father teach you how to clean bones?"

[What kind of character is Yun Chaochao?] Chao Changchang thought in his heart. While thinking, he looked into his glowing eyes and answered Yun Chaochao's question truthfully: "No."

"Then why are you joining in the fun?" Yun Chaochao asked with his lips raised.

The tone is a bit lively.

Lively with a touch of playfulness.

Although he wasn't as cute as when he was talking to Yun Zhilei, it was completely different from when he was talking to Chao Changchang before.

Although he was still scolding, there was no intention of attacking him.

"Then you work first, I'll wait to eat." Chao·Surrender·Changchang is online again.

"Won't you fish out the bones and hold them first?" Yun·Chaochao, who was naughty for only a second, asked again, "How am I going to clean the blood foam inside the bones when it's so hot?"

Chao Changchang, who was already holding a drawing board and preparing to find a place to draw, stopped for a moment: "Then teach me and I'll do it."

This time, Chao Changchang directly used a declarative sentence and did not ask Yun Chaochao's opinion any more to avoid any surprises.

Don't ask anything.

It's wrong to ask.

It’s up to you to figure out where you’re wrong.

Seeing that the girl didn't raise any objection, Chao Changchang opened his palm and took a look. Thinking of what he had to do next, he said to Yun Chaochao, "I'll go back and wash my hands first. Please wait a moment."

"Where can I go back and wash my hands? Warehouse No. 6? Don't I have a sink here?" This is the third question from Yun Chaochao. If you add two more, it can be paired with the five-pack of instant noodles.

Chao Changchang, who just thought everything was fine, immediately went back to move his emotional intelligence: "It shouldn't be convenient for me as a boy to go into your girls' bathroom, right?"

"I just arrived here today. I have been in Warehouse No. 5 for less than half an hour. My luggage has not been unpacked. What inconvenience can there be?" Yun Chaochao's soul question struck again: "I don't even have this bathroom.

I have used it, what do you have to dislike?"

"..."

Hey! Big boy.

You know, it takes a long time to remember?

Never think that you have enough emotional intelligence to chat happily with little girls.

Chao Changchang helped complete the first step of the seven-step instant noodle method in the endless soul questioning.

I went through the remaining six steps in my memory as if searching for my soul, and after confirming that there was no "something that might be dangerous", I went to the side to draw the draft with peace of mind.

The feeling of looking at a sketch pad has not appeared in Chao Changchang's life for a long time.

This feels so good.

It's just me and the drawing board in front of me.

There are no distracting thoughts, and I just conceive the graffiti on the wall very simply.

One mind, one pen.

One world, one me.

The sketch pen that I haven't touched in nearly half a year doesn't feel unfamiliar at all when I pick it up again.

Chao described his inner thoughts in a long stroke.

Everything is just right.

The only problem - his knowledge of MK FairWill is a bit lacking.

One field trip cannot solve all problems.

There is an essential difference between commercial drawings and graffiti creativity based on personal preferences.

It's definitely not possible to do whatever you want.

How to solve this problem?

Want to hear the opinions of the future legal representative of this brand?

This should be the quickest idea.

Thinking of this, Chao Changchang reluctantly moved his eyes away from the drawing board.

Another question arises, what should we call the future owners of the MK FairWill brand?

Chao Changchang, who had experienced many things being called wrong, hesitated before speaking.

A certain classmate named Chao couldn't make up his mind.

Before I could think of a title, I could only look at it dryly.

The warehouse management dormitory in Warehouse No. 5 is much larger than the one in Warehouse No. 6.

In fact, the dormitories in the other five warehouses are several times the size of No. 6.

The one where Chao Chang lived was a "single room", and each of the other warehouse management dormitories originally housed more than four people.

When the warehouse managers of Yunyao Ribbon moved out, they also moved away the furniture inside.

Dormitory No. 5 is now Yun Chaochao's territory.

But it’s just that the space is relatively large, and the furniture inside is all overly minimalist—commonly known as shabby.

It has the same single bed and the same desk as Chaochang Chang dormitory, but there are two more.

Furthermore, the place where Yun Chaochao makes instant noodles, I don’t know if it can be called a [kitchen], is much larger than the [kitchen] on the Chao Changchang side with only one induction cooker.

Chao Changchang enjoyed the feeling of painting so much just now that he typed the manuscript for an estimated forty minutes before he remembered to communicate with Yun Chaochao.

I didn't notice it until I looked over where Yun Chaochao was cooking instant noodles.

At this glance, Yun Chaochao was seen covering his chest and mouth, feeling a bit like Xi Shi's frown.

It's beautiful, but it looks obviously uncomfortable.

Chao Changchang stood up quickly, put down the brush, and walked quickly to Yun Chaochao, who was sitting on the chair and frowning: "What's wrong?"

"Get rid of the tea bottom." Yun Chaochao patted himself a little harder and exhaled slowly.

"Huh?" These three words had no beginning and no end, making Chao Changchang completely confused about the situation.

"Did the tea base of the Zhizhimangmanganlu you ordered not be removed?"
To be continued...