At the end of March, Zhimian asked the school for a week off and set out to H Province to attend the 9th China Comic Exchange Summit.

At the conference, Zhimian met many famous cartoonist seniors. She suddenly swam into the sea like a fish in the pond, and felt even more tender and insignificant.

Zhimian listened carefully to every lecture, recorded many notes, and worked hard to learn knowledge.

Next to the hotel room she arranged was Mu Mu'an, a well-known painter from the same company. Mu Mu'an has been with Lin Ling for many years, and has a steady and stable fan base. He has sold several publications and copyrights, and has also remakes of radio dramas.

One day, Zhimian planned to go to the cafeteria downstairs for dinner, but when he went out, he happened to meet Mu Muan. The two entered the elevator on the same floor and started chatting because they had heard of each other.

Mu Muan and Lin Ling are about the same age as Lin Ling, and are already a mother of a child, but they are dressed very well and have a queenly aura.

The two of them had breakfast at the same table. Mu Muan asked Zhimian a few questions about work. The girl spoke gently and humblely, and would not raise her tail because of a small achievement, nor would she flatter her. Mu Muan had a few favors towards her.

"Leave a contact information, it's all colleagues anyway."

Before leaving, Mu Muan took the initiative to speak.

Zhimian didn't dare to ask for it, and nodded after hearing this, "Okay."

The two left their contact information. There was a cocktail party on the last night of the summit. Zhimian was not a formal guest and had no chance to attend. Until the night before, Mu Muan came to knock on Zhimian's door, "Can you borrow a hair dryer? My room seems to be broken."

"Yes." Zhimian invited her in.

After blowing her hair, Mu Muan and Zhimian chatted for a while, and finally the other party asked her: "Why are you going to a cocktail party with me tomorrow night?"

So the next day, Zhimian was invited by Mu Muan to go in.

At the party, the fragrance of clothes and temples, the clash of wine glasses, and the music of the classical band was melodious and long.

This place is like a small social venue. When you go in, it is not just drinking and chatting. More people use this to make connections and get along with each other.

Although Zhimian has a very popular comic, she is only a nameless little person walking inside. When she followed Mu Muan to introduce herself, most of her name had never heard of her name, so she naturally would not pay too much attention to her.

Later, Mu Muan wanted to go to someone to talk about something serious, but Zhimian and politely did not follow him.

Zhimian held a glass of champagne and felt that he couldn't fit into the aura of the big guys. He was not at ease and could only walk to the corner of the party to drink.

In the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of her, she wore a long light green ruffled skirt, and her slightly curly black hair scattered softly behind her shoulders like seaweed. She drank lightly alone, and the swan neck was slightly raised.

Here, she is like a lotus blooming in the corner, and it will be stopped when no one pays attention. If someone's eyes fall on her, they will definitely stay a little bit.

Of course, some people were attracted by such Zhimian. They talked a few times when they passed by, but they learned that she was a little newbie and didn't want to say more.

After all, it’s not a blind date for everyone to come here.

If the beauty is not supported by financial resources or ability, it will be no different from the celadon vase placed at the door of the party.

Of course, there were also people who ignored their identities and chatted with her for a few more words. Two women stood three meters away from Zhimian and drank and chatted. When they heard Zhimian talking to others, they glanced at each other and looked at each other again.

After a while, after the person beside Zhimian left, the two women walked towards her.

When he walked up to him, one of them asked, "You just know the autumn at a glance?"

Zhimian was slightly stunned, "Yes."

"Ah, I've heard of your name, the painter of "August Monsoon", right?"

"Um."

Does anyone know her here?

Another woman in a dark green dress had her eyes circling on Zhimian, and finally raised her chin slightly, looking suspicious: "You should not be the invitation to the conference, are you? I didn't see you at the conference."

"I'm not, I'm an auditor."

When the woman heard this, she smiled a little surprised and asked her friend around her casually: "Can you still attend the cocktail party when you listen?"

"The audience should not be able to do it, I can't even get the invitation letter..."

Just as Zhimian wanted to explain, a female voice came from beside him: "She is my friend, I brought it."

When I turned around, I saw that Mu Muan came over.

The woman's red skirt sways and her aura is strong.

The two of them looked slightly stunned, and then they took the initiative to say hello to Mu Mu'an.

"It turns out that Qiu is benefiting from Mu Da's glory at first glance. No wonder we were wondering just now how the audience could come in." One person smiled.

Mu Mu Andao: "We are all traveling together, so where can we benefit from it or not? It's just to attend a cocktail party."

The woman in the dark green skirt smiled and said, "Mu Da is so beautiful today, this red skirt is so beautiful."

“Yes, it’s very suitable.”

Mu Muan smiled and looked at Zhimian, "It's okay, beautiful clothes make me look better, Zhiqiu is beautiful, the beauty holds beautiful clothes, and wearing this green makes it look whiter."

When the woman in a dark green skirt heard this, her expression slightly lowered and her eyes were a little sunken.

She and Zhimian were the only two people wearing green at the party, but her skin was darker and could not support the lotus leaf green on Zhimian. Standing aside, she looked a little old-fashioned.

She smiled, her tone was a little sour, "If you are beautiful, you will look good in whatever you wear. If you don't have any appearance like me, you can only rely on your strength."

This is a sarcasm that Zhimiankong is beautiful and has no strength.

Zhimian could hear the meaning of the words, but his face had not changed, and he still smiled gently and dignifiedly, as if he was saying, "Of course I am very beautiful."

The woman endured the displeasure and left without saying anything.

After the ears were quiet, Mu Muan shook the champagne in his glass, looked at the backs of the two men, and said to Zhimian: "The one wearing a dark green skirt is Yu Ningshuang. The one who is now under the monthly popularity list by your works."

Zhimian was stunned.

Yu Ningshuang became famous earlier than Zhimian, and she is also quite famous. She and Zhimian painted similar themes. Her original work "The Love Poems for You" firmly dominated the top of the campus module in Lehua for two months. Since the series "August Monsoon", it has directly won her first place, suppressing her momentum.

However, based on the comprehensive data, Yu Ningshuang is still better than Zhimian.

No wonder Zhimian felt that the other party was a little harsh, and they obviously didn't know each other.

Mu Muan smiled calmly and comforted Zhimian: "It's just to use your identity as an auditor to show your superiority. You don't have to feel unhappy. Work harder, and you may be taller than her at this time next year."

Mu Muan spoke straightforwardly, and Zhimian listened to it in his heart.

Indeed, she has gained insight after being brought tonight. No matter what circle she is in, strength is the confidence to speak. It doesn’t matter if some people look down on her, she can slowly climb up.

After the evening party, Zhimian returned to the hotel room.

She took off her high heels and fell on the bed like a big letter. She shook her feet and finally got tired.

She ate very little tonight, and she was a little hungry at the moment. She couldn't help but take out her phone and ordered a takeaway. While she was waiting, she browsed her Weibo and saw what the comics said today.

When you exit the super talk and click on the homepage, a message will be automatically flashed out, which is from a official blog from Gyb.

The fire inside won the U competition today is particularly eye-catching.

There are also a few pictures below, which are photos of a man receiving the award.

In addition to celebrating and congratulating, the comments below also have some other voices: [I feel like I'm in a bad mood so much...]

[Only looking at this photo, I thought he lost [laughing and cry] [laughing and cry]]

[Why did you turn off the post-match interview? It's so strange.]

【I feel that the fire is in a bad state, but he won the championship again…】

【Today's fire's mood is one of the unsolved problems of human beings]

Duan Zhuo has always been a person who writes his emotions on his face. Zhimian took a look at the photos and realized that he was in a bad mood.

But isn’t he happiest to win the championship?

Zhimian fell on the bed and suddenly remembered that she would celebrate him as long as he won every game.

In his freshman year, he once participated in a competition and won the championship. However, Zhimian was preparing for the CET-4 exam at the time, and the two had not met for half a month.

She originally said that she would go home after the exam, but the night before, he came to the downstairs of the dormitory and drove her out of the school.

Duan Zhuo accompanied her to the night market and took her to eat a lot of delicious food. Finally, when he took her back to school, the car was halfway through and he stopped on the side of the road.

There was no one around, just like a large area of ​​woods and fields, with stars everywhere and insects lingering in my ears.

Duan Zhuo sat in the driver's seat and moved his seat back. Zhimian was carried face to face by him, and his short blue and white skirt bloomed like a small flower on his military trousers.

The man whispered in her ear, how to celebrate his victory.

Zhimian's cheeks turned red, his arms wrapped around his neck, and he snuggled in his arms with greed, asking him softly what he wanted.

Then her skirt was lifted away.

It was the first time she was pressed on the steering wheel. The soft moonlight from the front window of the car was sprinkled on her fair body. She was softened into a pool of water, and the numbness of stimulating her brain, making her eyes moist, moaning like a cat, and couldn't help but want to be manipulated by him.

The car is like a small boat shaking in the water.

Finally, Zhimian accidentally got traces of the two people on her beautiful skirt. She was angry and shy. Duan Zhuo smiled and coaxed her. Later, he accompanied her to the mall to buy many skirts.

Zhimian took back his memories, looked at his phone again, and then calmly turned off all the Weibo posts and topics about Duan Zhuo.

From now on, let him continue to shine where she cannot see it.

And she is about to start to be brilliant alone-

After attending the summit, Zhimian seemed to have grown up again and began to embark on this path of his dream.

Duan Zhuo did not come to find her again.
To be continued...