23 Web Novel Illustrator (1/2)
Meng Fan returned to the dormitory, visibly upset. He took a shower to cool down but saw that he had run out of shower gel. He borrowed Zhang Zhou Wei's Liu Shen cooling shower gel and came out feeling cool like a breeze. His skin was firm from the chill.
”Fatty!”
Meng Fan had just stepped out of the washroom when Zhang Zhou Wei came in the dorm. He circled around Meng Fan, who was still fantasizing about the layer of muscle just beneath his robes that was close to appearing as he poked around. Zhang Zhou Wei laughed. ”That was just you right?”
”What was me?”
Meng Fan heard this and lightened up even more. These last few days of running had not been in vain; he lost a lot of weight!
Zhang Zhou Wei suppressed a laugh. ”Just now a couple was fighting, it was you who tackled the guy, right?”
Hearing this, his mood immediately became less beautiful. ”Is art school really this small?”
”Hahaha. I guessed it. You're the only one at this school who would be out at this hour and looked like a chonk. I heard it from Zhang at the neighboring dorm. He almost died laughing… He said some girl was screaming theft, then a fat blob of a guy with iron willpower appeared and tackled the guy, before realizing what he had stolen was the girl's 'heart'. The girl was even blaming this iron hero for being too rough and hurting her boyfriend's knee. That crucifying scene was not just the result of kneeling...”
As he saw Meng Fan's face drained of all emotion, Zhang Zhou Wei realized what he was saying and immediately changed his tone, justifying to him. ”Girls these days don't have better things to do so they pull these shenanigans. If this got out, nobody will ever display heroic courage in the face of theft again! It'll ruin our social reputation; this is how it starts! How could she blame you? Someone as brave and caring as general Meng, who is she to judge you!?”
”If it weren't for your rouse, not many people would have known in the first place.”
Meng Fan poked himself some more but failed to feel any muscle. He didn't feel too great, so he turned to his other two roommates Chen Da Qiang and Yan Ta Ge and said, ”The witch told me my drafts were accepted, I just got paid, I'll treat you guys tomorrow.”
”That fast!?”
The two spectators perked up, but not at the sound of a free meal or a hefty paycheck. The important thing was that Meng Fan is now XiaoTi's illustrator!
Zhang Zhou Wei slinked back over.
”Oh, I almost forgot about you. You just got a girlfriend, right? As proud parents, we should get you a gift. I think for a girl as feisty as Wang Ya Nan, some leather whips and candles would be a suitable gift. Hey Qiang, Pigeon, what do you guys think?”
”You have our support!”
”Doesn't the tradition say gifts should come in threes? Whip and candles? You can get that. Qiang should gift some handcuffs at the least.”
...
In the next few days that followed, the weather danced between different temperatures. The rain fell sporadically. It sometimes rained so hard it felt like someone was pouring water from above. It brought cool weather as well, but Meng Fan was not happy.
Originally, Meng Fan would run 5 kilometers every morning and evening, but now he could only go when the weather was cooperating. He also had to consider if the track was dry or not, which was why he barely even ran 10 kilometers in two weeks' time.
At the moment, his total numbers added up to 48 kilometers.
With the rain prohibiting his exercise, obviously, all he could do was draw. The [Illustrator] progress was indeed amazing. Outside of the 'animal ear special and maid special' on his stream where he did about 12 drawings each, he had also managed to draw about fifty more pages during class.