First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 7 Life is Full of Malice

  Zhang Jingya's eyes were full of confidence and expectation.

  She is looking forward to Li Ang’s positive reply.

  And Li Ang, who was sitting across from Zhang Jingya, moved her buttocks uncomfortably on the chair, and then took up the tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.

  Neither of them spoke, and fell into a short stalemate.

   More than ten seconds later, Ang Lee said calmly: "Okay, thank you, I'll think about it again."

  Zhang Jingya's pupils constricted slightly, and Li An's answer made her feel unbelievable.

  Zhang Jingya knows that when a person says this, it means that 80% of them have rejected it!

  Zhang Jingya felt strange: Shouldn't Li Ann agree to her immediately after hearing that Su Yuqi is a mentor?

  "If there is nothing else, you can go back first." Li Ang stood up and walked to the balcony.

  Without any politeness, Zhang Jingya was brought down like this.

  Zhang Jingya feels very hurt.

  She has always been extremely accurate in seeing people and grasping in the workplace, but she was defeated by the young man in front of her.

  Zhang Jingya shook her body, with a very stiff smile on her mouth: "Okay, I'll go back first."

  After speaking, she turned and left, and then gently closed the door, for fear of leaving another bad impression.

  Zhang Jingya has been working hard in the workplace for many years. She knows that when a person is in a bad mood, you will continue to stalk you, and you can only kill you.

  She will not make such low-level mistakes.

  Zhang Jingya went downstairs in despair. She sat in the flower bed of the community with frowns and contemplation.

   "Where did I go wrong."

   "It seems that after talking about Su Yuqi, his original favorable attitude has changed to indifferent."

   "Su Yuqi? It shouldn't be, that is the emerging goddess in a man's heart, and his girlfriend is of that type, it shouldn't be because of her."

  "Is there any other hidden information here."

  Zhang Jingya racked her brain to think, but she really couldn't think of it.

  "Maybe this is a problem of personal character, after all, the art creation is a very strange group."

   "Many art creators are very capable and strong, but their personalities are rather quirky."

  Zhang Jingya and Li An have been in contact for a short time, but from the conversation and chat with each other, Zhang Jingya can feel that he is a lazy, very cold and arrogant person.

  So, Ang Lee should be a rather weird art creator.

  Faced with such a grotesque art creator, do you want to retreat now?

  No, giving up easily is not Zhang Jingya's temperament.

  And Lee Ang’s "Jinse" can increase the ratings of radio programs by at least 0.3%, so she must succeed!

  Just facing such a person, it may be a little troublesome to deal with.

   "Trouble is trouble, but as long as I can keep the poem meeting, I will admit it!"

  Zhang Jingya's tired eyes rekindled with incomparable determination.

  ...

  But.

  Li An thought that he was going to meet Su Yuqi again, and he had to recite poems and odes in front of Su Yuqi and let Su Yuqi comment on him.

  Li Ang thinks this is a very embarrassing thing.

   "Unless Su Yuqi doesn't know it is me who is on stage, so I may be a little more comfortable." Li An thought in his heart.

  Although Ang Lee knows that this is self-deception, people often don’t like this.

   "But how is it possible that the poem conference is all showing up, and it is impossible to make an exception because of me."

  Li An thought so in his heart.

   "Forget it, I still don't consider the poem conference."

  Li Ang shook his head and said softly: "System."

   "Hello host, Xiao Ai has always been there." A gentle female voice sounded in her mind.

   "Replace my dream as a writer. In addition, I want to go to the earth to study how to write novels, especially online literary novels."

"Di, the dream has been completed for the host replacement. According to Xiao Ai's observation and cognition, it takes at least two years of professional training to write a network literary novel. Two years need 20,000 points or two years of life. It is detected that the host is now The points are not enough, and the host’s lifespan is only one year and six months left, so the further study program cannot be implemented."

  Listening to the voice, Ang Lee felt the full of malice brought about by life.

  Lifespan of one year and six months, like a thorn stuck in the throat, can't swallow, can't vomit, and will eventually die.

  He got through the phone of his dead friend Lu Liang.

  A wretched laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Yo Lao Li, you are finally willing to call me."

   "The woman was really good in figure last afternoon, and she looks really good! Are you finished now? How many times have you been here in the evening? Do you feel that your legs are weak and walking against the wall?"

  Li An brows jumped: "I don't know her, don't talk nonsense."

  Liu Liang’s wretched laughter grew stronger: "Cow! If you don’t know me, I will give you milk tea to accompany you directly, strong! Lao Li deserves to be a swaying handsome dog's tail grass from our teacher!"

  If Lu Liang is beside Li Ang, Li Ang will definitely slap it.

  "Say business!" Li Ang's voice was serious, and said, "You teach me how to write novels."

  ...

  In a blink of an eye, it was noon.

  Li Angang felt a little hungry, but the knock on the door rang.

  Li An went over and opened the door, Zhang Jingya stood outside with a smile on her face, carrying a paper bag in her hand: "I don't know what you like to eat, so I brought you some rice and some dishes."

  Zhang Jingya once again pretended to look like a little woman, with a gentle and beautiful smile on his mouth: "I made these. How do you taste it."

   Li Ang did not answer, but shook his head: "I will consider it after I said it."

"You are thinking about you, I just thought about lunch time, you should be hungry, so I brought it to you." Zhang Jingya quietly put the paper bag on the ground: "Remember to eat early. It's delicious."

  After speaking, Zhang Jingya turned her head and took the elevator away.

  Li Ang didn't want to eat it, but it was a pity to throw it away, and finally picked it up and put it on the table, and then gently unzipped it.

  Two dishes, one soup and one rice, and there is a little duck next to it that will sound when pinched.

  I have intentions.

  Li Ang picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. The taste is not particularly good, but it is also not bad, salty and sweet.

  In the afternoon, Ang Li followed Lu Liang’s instructions and opened the website to refresh the book rankings, and then tried to write by himself.

  He wrote three thousand words one afternoon, and then sent it to Lu Liang. Lu Liang refused: "The writing ability is very strong, but any **** plot, this plot cannot be signed!"

  Life is really full of malice.

  Went quietly one afternoon.

  At night, the door was knocked again.

  It was still Zhang Jingya, still carrying the exquisitely packaged meals, or putting the rice on the ground and leaving.

  ...

  In a blink of an eye, five days passed.

  In five days, Li An wrote eight openings, six of which were beaten down, and only two barely entered Lu Liang’s eyes.

  Lu Liang handed these two books to his editor, and the editor responded that the two books can be signed but the results must be average.

  Lu Liang sent a screenshot of the original words to Li An, and Li An felt a little lost.

  Achievement generally means that there is no fan value. No fan value means that points cannot be exchanged, which means that there is no way to continue.

  And these five days.

  Regardless of morning, noon or evening, Zhang Jingya would knock on Li Ang’s door for the first time every time it was dinner, and then after a brief conversation, she put down her meal and turned away.

   did not mention anything about the poem conference, as if the invitation to Ang Li had never happened.

  But Li An knows well.

  Zhang Jingya did this just to move him, and then drag him to the poem conference.

  Don’t say it, this trick really works!

   just so that Li Ang's recently vacant heart felt so little warmth.

  At noon that day, when Zhang Jingya put her meal on the ground and was about to turn to leave, Li An stopped her.

   "To be honest, I still prefer to participate in a poem conference."

  Zhang Jingya stopped her footsteps, her eyes gleamed slightly: "Well, do you have anything unspeakable?"

   "If you meet one of my conditions, I agree to participate."

"You say."

  "The whole process of participating in the competition is confidential. No one can know my name, phone number, contact information! Including the program group, tutors, etc.. If you can't see my face, even if I appear, I have to wear a mask to appear."

  (End of this chapter)