Taking selfies and changing my avatar.
Qi Cong followed Zhao Zhenxun out of Teacher Yuan Yuan’s studio and got into the car parked at the door. After getting on the car, he took out his cell phone and frowned slightly. This is the second time that Zhao Zhenxun has mentioned this matter.
Previously, when he was in Nancheng, Zhao Zhenxun told him to practice taking selfies and changing his WeChat avatar in his spare time, but since then, he had been too busy with various things, and his cell phone had to be turned off for a while because of Lin Xiaozhi, so he never had the chance to do it.
During that time, he was pulled by Shen Jia to take several selfies with Shen Jia’s mobile phone, but in three years, the mobile phone photo app was much more developed than three years ago. Although Shen Jia patiently promoted a lot of knowledge about photo software and beauty filters to him, the truth is . . . He did quite understand it.
The effect of some beauty filters seemed to be too exaggerated. How about . . . just use the original camera that came with the phone to take a picture?
“By the way, don’t take pictures with the front camera of your phone. The original camera of this brand of mobile phone you use is too bad, and people who are good-looking will look very lethargic. Remember to take pictures with a special software.” Zhao Zhenxun, who was in the front seat, suddenly turned around and told him.
Qi Cong froze then said yes.
When the car started, Zhao Zhenxun withdrew his gaze.
In the meantime, Qi Cong relaxed and then frowned again. He pressed his mobile phone, and his eyes gazed at the WeChat icon on the interface. Then he remembered that he had not replied to Gu Xun and hurriedly opened WeChat.
Several new unread messages had accumulated on Gu Xun’s cat avatar and the time was all before three o’clock in the afternoon.
Gu Xun: I’ve finished my meal. There is a very good snack called glutinous rice cake in Cangcheng. It tastes sweet. You should like it.
Gu Xun: Have you finished your meal?
Gu Xun: Busy again?
Gu Xun: There’s another interview. I’m going to be busy.
It was followed by emojis with a sigh from the cat. There had not been news since.
Qi Cong looked at the long list of messages sent by Gu Xun that day and the last emoji with the cat and sighed, and his eyebrows wrinkled because he was very upset.
How come I forgot to reply?
He got busy typing replies.
Qi Cong: I am sorry.
Qi Cong: I was in class this morning and had lunch with Brother Zhao as well as styling this afternoon. I’m really sorry I haven’t replied.
He paused when he got there and his input speed slowed down.
Qi Cong: Although it’s a little late, you can ask Kevin to buy you a coat and put it on for a while.
Qi Cong: Keep warm and don’t get sick.
Qi Cong paused and typed again.
Qi Cong: I’m ready to go home. I have finished my work.
After the message was sent, Qi Cong waited for a while, but Gu Xun didn’t reply. Was he still busy?
He went back and reread the messages Gu Xun sent again. Then he forced himself to exit the app and began to seriously study the photo app Shen Jia mentioned.
Until he got home and finished dinner, Gu Xun had not replied. Zhao Zhenxun had left. Shen Jia’s work that day would not be finished until about ten o’clock. Qi Cong was the only one in the house.
He sat in the empty living room and looked at the clock on the wall. It was seven o’clock already. From three to seven, what kind of interview takes that long?
He bowed his head to pick up the phone and accessed WeChat for a while then gathered his thoughts and first called Qi Yin, asking about the situation then opened and downloaded a photo software app and tried to take a few selfies.
Since he’s not very good at adjusting those beauty parameters and filters, he simply minimized all the options and turned off all the filters, but even so, the effect of the photos taken with the photo software was much better than the original camera of the mobile phone.
After taking the pictures, he picked out a few that weren’t smudged or had his eyes closed and sent them to Qi Yin. He chatted with Qi Yin for a few minutes and then his eyes were drawn to Gu Xun’s cat avatar.
If he were to change his avatar, Gu Xun . . . would see it.
His fingers rubbed against the back of his cell phone and tapped on his profile, then he carefully chose a selfie where he was leaning against the sofa. Both the temperament and the feeling were more like his own selfie from three years ago when he replaced the avatar.
After that, he immediately put down his mobile phone and rubbed his face as if he was hiding something. Then he went to his room, took out his computer, and set it up on the coffee table, then he set the cushion and sat on the ground to write the fourth chapter of Chivalrous Bones while waiting for Shen Jia to come back, as well as for Gu Xun’s reply.
Time passed very quickly when writing, and after more than an hour, Qi Cong stopped typing, twisted his stiff neck, picked up his mobile phone, and pressed it on.
It was almost nine o’clock, but Gu Xun still hadn’t replied.
He tapped on Gu Xun’s WeChat avatar with his thumb, put down his phone, and looked at his computer again then began to sort out the manuscript he had just written.
Half an hour later, when the manuscript was finished, he opened the old Jiangwang website and uploaded the fourth chapter on the site.
While determining the title of the chapter, he paused, glanced at the contents of the chapter, and typed in a few words. After that, in the words column, he solemnly thanked everyone for their encouragement and reward and promised to finish Chivalrous Bones as soon as possible. Finally, he sheepishly added that everyone did not have to smash tickets, then he was done. He clicked OK, and the chapter was successfully placed inside the manuscript box, the updated date was set at midnight.
After doing this, he looked at it and the increased number of comments, tightened his hold on the mouse, and clicked on the comments area button.
The first three chapters of Chivalrous Bones were updated at the time when Lin Xiaozhi was making trouble, and although many people clicked on the new chapters, everyone’s focus was on cheering him on, and not many people paid attention to the updated content.
Now that almost two days have passed, it should . . . some people will start to notice the plot.
The comment area jumped out, and the first page appeared. There were indeed a few people smashing tickets, but the rest was basically all about cheering him on and expressing support. No one discussed the plot.
Qi Cong expectations were slightly disappointed when he clicked to the next page.
After reading several pages of “Come on,” finally, a comment related to the chapter appeared in his field of vision. Qi Cong hurriedly stopped the mouse and looked at it carefully.
Visitor mkj77: Fengyue? Why did you get rid of his last name? Don’t understand the meaning of this setting, Is it to just distinguish it from Chivalrous Bones of Water without a Trace? I don’t think it’s necessary. Liu Fengyue’s name is originally very feminine, now that his surname is removed. It’s curious.
As if . . . It was not a good evaluation, but it still concerned the plot.
Qi Cong continues to scroll down.
After turning a few more pages, another comment about the plot popped up.
Visitor bb5489: Shit! Immortal writing! The language is concise, but the picture is full. With a few strokes, he depicted a small town full of fireworks. Although the plot is already known, the feeling is totally different from Water without a Trace. Hahahaha, it turns out that Liu Fengyue was a fisherman when he lived in seclusion, and his fishing skills were so bad. I almost died laughing.
Qi Cong eyes brightened when he was this comment and unconsciously leaned forward.
Yes yes. He was a fisherman. This was a small setting Wu Heng ignored, but in fact, it was foreshadowing, in Liu Feng—
Qi Cong’s excited mood suddenly choked. It was not Liu Fengyue. It was Fengyue.
He sat back slowly and glanced over the reaction under the comment.
Visitor gh345: I’m not sure what you are talking about. Anti-plagiarism is anti-plagiarism, but you can’t brag about it. I still think the Chivalrous Bones written by Water without a Trace is better. I have read the three chapters before the newcomer rewrote it, and it was not a novel but an outline. This newly written version is also strange. Anyway, I feel that Water without a Trace wrote it well, and after removing the surname, Liu Fengyue has no internal flavor. Good play though.
Visitor ty567: play + 1
Visitor gho23: play + 2
. . .
Visitor cx456: Is the upstairs group of Wu Heng fans pretending to be some kind of passersby with the formation? Wu Heng wrote Liu Fengyue as a hermit, but only as if he was only pretending to be one. Obviously, this newcomer’s Fengyue is much more dynamic and realistic. A group of people who have been dragged down by Wu Heng’s bad writing, get out!
Visitor ty567: Who are you scolding for pretending to be a passerby? You’re the ****, you ****!
Visitor cx456: Scolding you, Wu Heng fans! Your god is about to be terminated by Jiangwang. Why don’t you hurry and go cry in mourning?
There was a quarrel at the bottom of the page, Qi Cong frowned and no longer in the mood to read the comments. He was about to close the comment section when the new website sends him a short message. He collected his thoughts and moved the mouse to open it.
Editor Cold wind like a knife: Just after a meeting and saw the station short. The signing channel has been opened for you. Please fill in the information first. I will mail the contract to you after the information has been filed. Pay attention to the express delivery these days and sign it and send back as soon as possible after receiving the contract.
Qi Cong hurriedly replied that he knew, and then according to the link given by Cold wind like a knife, he entered jiangwang’s new website to fill author information before quickly filling it out and clicking submit.
Another message was sent.
Editor Cold wind like a knife: Add my contact information.
A Penguin number was attached at the bottom
After Qi Cong woke up, he didn’t have time to apply for a new Penguin account. After looking at the message for a short time, he hurried to get a new one, and then added Editor Cold wind like a knife as a friend.
After the friend passed, Editor Cold wind like a knife sent a lot of notes about signing the contract first, and then gave an order.
Cold wind is like a knife: Before the end of the first plot, don’t look at the comment area. People in the industry can quickly see that your writing and rhythm are building the frame, but the readers won’t be so perceptive and only think it is dull. I read your first three chapters. They are very good. Write well and don’t be affected.
Having received praise from the professional, Qi Cong’s mood was slightly restored, and he typed back.
Murmuring water: I will, thank you.
Cold Wind is like a knife: Try to get better every day. If you are busy, it is better to take a day off.
Murmuring water: OK
Cold Wind is like a knife: Good night then.
Then Cold Wind is like a knife logged off.
Qi Cong was stunned and then laughed. Brother Knife seems very interesting.
The mobile phone placed on the coffee table suddenly vibrated, and when he came back to his senses and reached for the phone, he saw the screen flashing with a . . . WeChat video call invitation from Gu Xun.
Qi Cong was confused, reflexively turning his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window.
The window reflected a figure sitting in front of the coffee table. His hair was not messy and his clothes were neat and tidy. Everything was good, but he felt a little strange. He . . . has not been able to get used to his new look.
Qi Cong returned his gaze to the phone screen, got up from the floor, and turned around. Did Gu Xun see his new avatar? Did you make a video call because you saw it? Gu Xun . . . What would he think of his new look?
The vibrations stopped abruptly, and the video call was cut off automatically because he delayed answering.
Qi Cong stopped spinning in circles. He felt a little regretful but was also a little relieved. Just as he was trying to type back to Gu Xun, his mobile phone started to vibrate again. Gu Xun made another video call.
His heart beat a little faster as he looked at the cat avatar on the phone screen. He gritted his teeth and answered the call.
Gu Xun’s face appeared on the screen with the backseat of a car in the background. He had probably just finished attending some event because his hairstyle looked a bit formal, and he was wearing a light-colored, dark-printed shirt that was on the formal side. The camera was zoomed on his face, as well as his expression.
Edited by: Faro