mesbooks Chapter 5: Would you choose to borrow a leg or draw a picture?
Chapter 5: Would you choose to borrow a leg or draw a picture?
At Qin Lang's home.
Xu Han leaned against the headboard of the bedroom bed, holding the fantasy epic that started with the word "Battle" in her hand. She had already read up to the part where the protagonist, Xiao, fulfilled his three-year promise and challenged the Yunlan Sect as a Great Battle Master...
The story was indeed captivating, but Xu Han's brows were furrowed, and his eyes kept glancing at the phone next to him, clearly not immersed in the world of the novel.
"Why is this guy asking about Ruan Zhihuan?"
"Why aren't you back yet?"
"Could it be that he went to celebrate Ruan Zhihuan's birthday?"
"...He wants to pursue Ruan Zhihuan?"
Xu Han tapped her phone screen again, but there were still no message notifications.
Finally, she muttered through twitching lips, "How inexplicable."
……
School playground.
Qin Lang sent a friend request to Ruan Zhihuan under the name "Huang Ziqiang's father." Half a minute later, his phone notified him: "Ruan Zhihuan has accepted your friend request. You can start chatting now."
Qin Lang didn't waste any words and sent a message after editing it.
Shan Hai Chang Xun: "I am Huang Ziqiang's father. I have already printed out the transfer record. I don't want to take this to your school's dean of students. The money will be returned to you, and I will pretend that today's events never happened. I need to see the results within ten minutes."
After sending the message, Qin Lang tossed his phone to Huang Ziqiang and waited quietly...
A minute later, a notification popped up that 1314 yuan had been refunded to the original payment method, along with a message from Ruan Zhihuan.
Ruan Zhihuan: "Uncle, I've returned the money. It was all a misunderstanding, please don't go to the head of the teaching department."
Huang Ziqiang stared at the returned money, then glanced at Ruan Zhihuan's message. He froze, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly before finally managing to stammer, "...She just returned the money like that?"
Qin Lang casually deleted the friend, stood up, dusted off his pants, and walked down the steps, saying in a calm tone, "Fear is the cheapest bargaining chip in the world..."
Huang Ziqiang snapped out of his daze and followed him down, his voice full of gratitude: "Brother Lang, thank you... If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do today."
Qin Lang waved his hand and said earnestly, "Don't go looking for those 'energetic' girls anymore. You can't handle them."
Then, he changed the subject: "If you really want to find a woman, you can find one who doesn't need a car, a house, or handbags, but can chat with you and do what you want to do when you're feeling lonely."
Huang Ziqiang was taken aback. "Brother Lang, what kind of girl is that?"
"Royal Dragon Hot Spring, 200 each."
Watching Qin Lang's retreating figure, Huang Ziqiang was completely stunned. Today, Brother Lang had truly changed. He was no longer the taciturn, withdrawn boy who hid in the corner. He was even different from before he became withdrawn. Now, Brother Lang exuded a convincing confidence, and his words and actions carried an indescribable aura.
When Qin Lang returned home, he saw Xu Han's slender figure leaning against the headboard of the bedroom, head down, reading a novel. Her dark blue hair fell beside her cheeks, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye was particularly clear in the golden sunlight streaming in from the window. Her long, white legs exposed to the air made Qin Lang swallow hard.
At nineteen, his body was indeed bursting with energy.
Hearing Qin Lang enter, Xu Han didn't even raise his head or glance in their direction. Although he was curious, he stubbornly remained silent, showing no sign of it on his face.
"Hey, novel-loving lady, is it still true that I'll do anything as long as it doesn't disturb your reading?" Qin Lang teased her on purpose.
Xu Han blushed slightly as she recalled what Qin Langqian had done yesterday, but immediately regained her cold expression: "Get lost, don't bother me."
Qin Lang smiled, but didn't play the little game from yesterday again. After all, he didn't want to end up like the tragic figure of "not being startled by people coming and not being disturbed by birds" too soon.
He walked straight to the graphics tablet and computer, his gaze falling on the second silly animation that Xu Han had drawn for him at noon.
The lines remain lively and quirky. Unlike the "shrimp" image, this is a goofy character with hair, a brocade robe and jade belt, holding a folding fan, and walking with a swagger. The "aloof face" and "arrogant expression" greatly enhance the comedic effect.
Qin Lang tapped the graphics tablet lightly with his fingertip, a satisfied smile playing on his lips: "Very good, that's exactly what I meant."
Xu Han tightened his grip on the book, but was too lazy to pay attention to this person. He really didn't know what kind of aesthetic standards this person had, how could he be so enthusiastic about this kind of "neither bear nor human" thing.
"We'll have to ask the great painter Xu to draw a few more," Qin Lang said with a smile as he leaned against the table and turned to Xu Han.
There are readily available artists, and they're free; it would be a shame not to use them.
Xu Han finally looked up, his eyes filled with impatience and resistance. He frowned and said coldly, "No time, I'm reading a novel!"
She didn't want to be led by the nose by this guy forever.
Qin Lang raised an eyebrow, leaned forward slightly, and threatened in a low, teasing voice, "Heh, would you choose to lend me your leg or have a painting done?"
These words made Xu Han's cold face instantly turn red. Recalling the disgusting scene from yesterday, she stared at him for a long time without saying a word. In the end, she could only angrily throw the novel on the bedside table, click her tongue, and reluctantly walk to the graphics tablet.
She bit her lower lip, tapping her fingertips on the drawing board. Although she looked reluctant, the panda head she drew was still vivid and lifelike, with its unique charm.
To express his gratitude, Qin Lang ordered an extra cup of milk tea for dinner. After eating and drinking his fill, Xu Han read a novel for a while before leaving Qin Lang's house to return to his school dormitory.
Qin Lang looked at the paintings with satisfaction. In 2016, short videos were just starting out, and silly animation was a blue ocean market. As long as he brought over the ideas and stories of those hit animations from his previous life, made plans in advance, and created a few series, he could definitely earn a lot of money.
Opening his computer document, Qin Lang barely needed to brainstorm before starting to create the plot for his first absurd animated film: "Shrimp's Immortal Cultivation: Starting as a Furnace, Episode 1: Zhou Xiaren, a modern online novelist, died suddenly while playing the mobile game 'Playing with a Whisk' after staying up all night writing. His soul unexpectedly transmigrated to the Hehuan Sect in the immortal cultivation world..."
Qin Lang has an excellent memory. He can remember the gist of the exciting plots in the scripts and novels he read in his previous life, and he is very good at setting hooks and creating suspense.
The plot doesn't need to be complicated or mind-bending, nor does it need to be too rigorous; silly, stress-relieving, and brainwashing are enough.
Qin Lang typed rapidly on the keyboard, his thoughts flowing smoothly and effortlessly. He could easily come up with corny lines and internet memes, and his jokes and exciting moments were plentiful.
Each episode of the animation is only a few minutes long, and the script is only a few hundred words long. Qin Lang typed out ten episodes in one go. After saving the document, he got up and stretched. Time flew by, and it was already the next day.
The early summer morning breeze was still a bit cool, causing clusters of willow catkins to dance in the air.
Qin Lang put one hand in his pocket and hummed softly, "What use is this iron rod to me? I have..."
A few minutes before class, he walked into the classroom and, as he passed Xu Han, who was sitting by the window, couldn't help but smile and greet her: "Good morning, Sister Xiaoshuo."
This time, the students around him were not as surprised as they were yesterday; it seemed they had accepted the fact that "Qin Lang has gone mad."
Xu Han maintained his aloof demeanor, glanced at the "lunatic," and gave a soft "hmm" through his nose. The sound was very soft, but it just reached Qin Lang's ears.
Qin Lang smiled, said nothing more, and walked towards his seat. But suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine, as if a cold gaze was fixed on him.