I Just Memorized The Plot. Did You Tell Me To Change The Script?

Xie Chun went to the door to order and came back. He thought the two had already communicated. After all, there were many topics between girls.

You can become very good friends by just chatting about clothes, cosmetics, perfume and the like.

But it doesn't.

Jiang Jinhua put on the look that Xie Chun had always wanted her to be like over the years, as serious and solemn as a good girl, with a faint smile on her face, holding the edge of the cup with both hands, saying nothing.

Xie Chun, who was familiar with her, knew that she was nervous. Such scenes were rare.

The editor on the other side is even more important.

Leng Bingxia made no other moves after handing over her business card. She just kept observing Jiang Jinhua and Xie Chun, with no expression on her face. This made Xie Chun, who was familiar with psychology, scratch his head.

Facts have proved that Jiang Jinhua is right. Facial paralysis is indeed difficult to deal with. Even he, a master of psychology, cannot tell what the other person is thinking.

There was an awkward atmosphere on the table, and finally Xie Chun broke the situation.

"Although it has nothing to do with today's events, since you are here, I will briefly introduce myself."

"Xie Chun, a native of Lucheng, runs a small business at home. If Miss Leng needs help at work, just ask."

"Hello." Leng Bingxia's face remained unchanged.

Xie Chunqiang continued to introduce despite the discomfort: "If you want to call her Jinhua, just call her teacher. I think she will be so proud that she floats to the sky."

"I won't!"

Jiang Jinhua patted the table, and the dignified smile on her face disappeared instantly. She glared at Xie Chun and said dissatisfied:

"Can't you help me maintain the image of an urban lady that I've worked so hard to create?!"

"So if you have something to do, you should talk quickly. I'm still waiting to go back and catch up on my sleep." Xie Chun was equally dissatisfied while drinking coffee.

Jiang Jinhua stared at him with her mouth bulging and said nothing.

"That's it." Leng Bingxia didn't know what she had discovered, so she slowly said: "Teacher Jinhua..."

"It's not necessary. Anyway, my image has been exposed. Just call me Jinhua." Jiang Jinhua had a look of despair as she picked up the tiramisu in front of her and ate it.

Leng Bingxia nodded: "Okay, before we talk about the book signing, let's talk about your new work first. There are a few questions that the publisher needs to ask in advance."

"Okay, you can ask." Jiang Jinhua said nonchalantly while eating the cake.

He simply tore off all the disguised skin and revealed his true nature on the spot.

"Your new work starts with a fantasy event. Are you going to draw a love story this time? Or is it just a short comic?"

"My plan is to write a full-length novel." Jiang Jinhua seemed to be less restrained when talking about her areas of expertise: "The current outline is about forty or fifty chapters long, which can fully support serialization."

"That's it." Leng Bingxia took out her mobile phone and recorded something.

"It's a long story, but love comics require materials. I'm not sure how long I can draw them. If nothing else happens, it will end before 200 chapters." Jiang Jinhua said honestly.

"That's it." Leng Bingxia was not surprised at all, and turned to look at Xie Chun, who was drinking coffee to refresh herself:

"According to my observation, if I'm not mistaken, although the name is different, Mr. Xie should be the male protagonist in your new work, right? Most of the settings, including the background, can be said to be completely overlapping."

The coffee in Xie Chun's mouth spurted out on the spot.

He knew that Jiang Jinhua often asked him to use him as a material. After all, art comes from life, and creation requires inspiration, so it is normal to draw something that reflects reality.

But Leng Bingxia's statement is too strange.

He has not even turned a page of Jiang Jinhua's new work. In Xie Chun's opinion, even if he uses himself as the material, what happened will definitely be processed and sublimated by art, and the final result will definitely be the story of a non-existent person, and his It doesn't matter.

Now after listening to Leng Bingxia's words, Xie Chun no longer thinks so at all.

Translate it for me, what does it mean that "most of the settings are completely overlapping except for the names"?

Xie Chun glared at Jiang Jinhua fiercely, while the latter tilted his head and looked out the window and whistled.

"They are indeed exactly the same." Leng Bingxia said with confirmation: "Both the personality and appearance can be clearly identified in this short conversation. This creative method based on real characters is worth promoting."

At least it won't be interrupted due to lack of creative materials.

"That's natural. Master Jinhua's vision is definitely very good!" Jiang Jinhua immediately started to beam with joy when he heard that he was being praised.

Leng Bingxia nodded: "Then the prototype of the heroine Qingye should be Mr. Xie's girlfriend, right? I really want to meet her if I have the chance."

"???"

"Didn't you already see it? Qingye's prototype is me!" Jiang Jinhua's eyes widened and she patted her chest:

"Otherwise, are there other girls in this world who have a good figure, are cute, talk nicely, and are the top girls in the world no matter what they do?"

Xie Chun's eyes twitched crazily.

"With all due respect, do you have any misunderstandings about the words cute and well-spoken?"

Hearing his words, Leng Bingxia surprisingly nodded in agreement.

"I knew you fools had no discernment!" Jiang Jinhua snorted and ate the cake with an unhappy face.

Compared with this, Xie Chun is more curious about another thing: "What exactly did you draw in your new work? Why is it based on me and there are fantasy elements?"

Could it be that his rebirth was drawn?

"Oh, it's a story about the hero and heroine traveling through time and space to exchange souls and then fall in love."

Why does this sound so familiar?

Xie Chun thought for a while and recalled: "I have obviously had a dream, but I can't always remember it. It's just that I have been looking for something, looking for someone?"

"Your words are good. You can add them to the hero's memories." Jiang Jinhua nodded happily.

Xie Chunnan said sternly: "Brother Cheng will sue you for copyright infringement!"

"My backside is different from his." Jiang Jinhua explained: "The age difference between the male and female protagonists is several decades."

"Then can you fall in love?"

Xie Chun wondered if modern people's xp was so strange?

"Listen to what I'm telling you."

Jiang Jinhua cleared her throat: "The story starts with the soul exchange between Xie Long and Jiang Qingye in neon."

"Aren't you still infringing the law?!"

"Shut up!" Jiang Jinhua glared at him dissatisfied and continued: "At first, it was a joyful daily exchange of souls between the two, but soon Xie Long discovered that the time his soul traveled to was far away from the present day."

"One day, Xie Long's contact with Jiang Qingye suddenly broke off. He searched all over Neon but couldn't find any clues about the other party."

"So he chose to resign and come to Xuanguo to relax. In the museum, he discovered that history that was covered in neon dust. It turned out that Jiang Qingye was killed by the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima in 1945!"

Xie Chun: "???"

"In order to erase young people's memories of World War II, Neon erased the history of their country being bombed by atomic bombs from textbooks. Therefore, Xie Long could not find any information about the existence of Jiang Qingye in Neon."

Xie Chun guessed: "So Xie Long returned to Neon, using the pseudonym Taki Yamayama. When he was saddened by the death of Jiang Qingye, he saw Prime Minister Neon advocating the right wing on TV."

"So he made a homemade double-barreled shotgun, changed his job to the number one shotgun on the neon server, and killed the Prime Minister with one shot on the day of the speech?"

"This is a love comic!" Jiang Jinhua glared at him:

"After getting clues about Jiang Qingye, Xie Taki returned to Hiroshima, relied on the objects Jiang Qingye left in modern times, prayed at the shrine, and finally traveled back to 1945!"

"Before the atomic bomb fell, Xie Long successfully found Jiang Qingye, held her hand and traveled back to modern times. Then Xie Long took her, an ancient person, to get a little familiar with the daily love life of modern life."

Xie Chun touched his chin: "It doesn't feel as good as... a double-barreled shotgun."