She seemed to be speechless, as there was no response from Lan Bowen.
After waiting for a while, Lin Jing, holding her phone, continued to type on the nine-square grid.
Sweet Sweet Sweet Student: "It's one yuan, mainly to have a contract for perpetual use, to avoid any disputes later. For example, if I suddenly stop being a fan one day and claim I didn't authorize the drawing."
"And the part below, I simply want to maintain this purity, so I can't accept money."
"In this day and age, it's truly rare and precious for someone to stay true to their original intentions. Sheng Kuang, your fans truly love you. I'm even moved on your behalf..."
Amidst Lan Bowen's chatter, another message popped up on his phone screen.
Sweet Sweet Sweet Student: "Otherwise, I'll feel like I'm selling my son."
Sheng Kuang: "..."
Lan Bowen: "..."
On the television, the team fight had reached its most exciting point, and the commentator's voice was unusually excited.
Sheng Kuang and Lan Bowen stared at their phone screens, in silence for a good five or six seconds. Lan Bowen cleared his throat awkwardly and chuckled, "Your fan-mom persona is truly ubiquitous."
Sheng Kuang scoffed and shifted his gaze back to the television.
Lan Bowen couldn't decipher Sheng Kuang's thoughts. "What do you think? Why don't you let her draw it then?"
Sheng Kuang: "Whatever."
Hearing this, Lan Bowen made his own decision and replied to the message: "Alright then, I'll trouble you."
...
Lin Jing was satisfied. She picked up her iPad, intending to start working immediately.
Before she put down her phone, she saw a new private message from Lan Bowen.
Lan Bowen: "You said you only draw for Sheng Kuang. I didn't tell you who I was commissioning when I first approached you. Why did you suddenly agree to take the commission? Did you know I was commissioning Sheng Kuang?"
Lin Jing's mouth opened, and she thought, "It's over, I'm exposed."
While telling herself not to panic, she clicked on Lan Bowen's newly registered small account.
This small account only followed four people. Looking from top to bottom, the first was her, Sweet Sweet Sweet Student. The second was CeC·scence, which was Chen Jing. The third was miracle, and the fourth was Lan Bowen.
According to the order of following, it meant looking from the bottom up.
In other words, after registering this small account, Lan Bowen's first follower was himself?
Heh, what a narcissistic guy.
Lin Jing took a screenshot and sent it to Lan Bowen.
Sweet Sweet Sweet Student: "I saw you followed miracle, so I wanted to ask."
Lan Bowen: "But I also follow Lan Bowen and Chen Jing. What if it was one of them?"
Sweet Sweet Sweet Student: "If it was one of them, I would block you again after you stated your request."
Lan Bowen: "..."
...
Lan Bowen glanced at Sheng Kuang. "Damn, were you doing that on purpose? You made me blurt out those extra words for no reason. You get a sense of presence by watching me and Chen Jing get rejected, don't you?"
Sheng Kuang lowered his eyelids and chuckled lightly, saying nothing.
He actually felt that the blogger who always drew indecent pictures of him was not being truthful.
Claiming to only draw him, yet releasing Lan Bowen from her blacklist without knowing who Lan Bowen was commissioning.
If you said this blogger was in it for the money, that wasn't true at all.
But precisely because it wasn't for money, he started to overthink.
The young girl on the third floor was also quite skilled.
When Lan Bowen informed him that he had been rejected by this blogger, the young girl on the third floor was present.
He admitted that at that moment, he was indeed suspicious, which was why he asked Lan Bowen to inquire.
But in reality, it seemed he was overthinking.
The girl on the third floor drew landscape paintings, with vibrant colors and clear skill. The blogger online only drew inappropriate pictures, so there wasn't really a connection.
Thinking of this, Sheng Kuang chuckled again, feeling a bit odd that he would associate anything with the girl on the third floor.
Lan Bowen: "What are you laughing at? GDT is about to win this match again. If they keep playing like this, GDT will likely become this year's World Champion. Just imagine how arrogant they'll be then."
Sheng Kuang didn't respond.
In the lounge, apart from the sound of the match on the television, there was silence.
About twenty minutes later, Sheng Kuang turned his head. "By the way, when you were packing yesterday, didn't you say there were a few signed phone cases of mine?"
"Huh? Yes, there are. What's up?" Lan Bowen looked at Sheng Kuang. "Why are you asking?"
"Nothing," Sheng Kuang said, watching the match. "Bring me one later."
"What color?"
"..."
Before Sheng Kuang could reply, Lan Bowen added, "There are only white and black."
"..." Sheng Kuang stopped the pink he was about to say, paused for two seconds, and then said, "White, I guess."