The Villain in the World of Women

"Wow, there is actually someone who can ignore Brother Qingliu." Irene also became curious at this time. This girl seemed so powerful.

Xie Qingliu was also happy to be free, so after a few casual introductions, he sat down again and played by himself.

"Excuse me, did you draw all these?" the girl asked, staring at Irene with shining eyes.

Irene's face was tense, with an unnatural tension in her heterochromatic eyes as she nodded stiffly.

"That's amazing!" The girl seemed to have found the light of hope, and said with an extremely pious expression: "That's amazing."

"Oh..." Irene was always so noisy with Xie Qingliu. This was the first time she experienced such enthusiasm from someone else. She was overwhelmed and stood there in a daze, her body starting to tremble slightly.

However, the following words choked Xie Qingliu, who was drinking water nearby.

"It's so sexy, it's really great." The thin girl shouted in surprise: "Do you have a Porn account? Can you tell me your Weibo? I really want to see your fan fiction books."

"Hey, little sister! I'm still here." Xie Qingliu really couldn't stand it anymore. Here came a pervert.

The thin girl then remembered Xie Qingliu's existence, and stepped back awkwardly, covering her face, looking at a loss.

At the same time, this also gave Irene a chance to catch her breath. The girl breathed quickly and looked at Xie Qingliu for help. She didn't know how to respond.

"Don't look at me, I like you." Xie Qingliu leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes and said, "You said you should learn to communicate with others."

Irene took a deep breath, her eyes lingering on the face of the girl in the aisle across the long table. She said with a trembling voice, "I... I registered on Weibo, and my name is Qingliu's Xiaoai's Home. You... if you like it, you can follow it."

"Yeah." The thin girl nodded quickly, then came over and said in a very familiar manner: "This is the first time I see your style of painting."

"Because I haven't published my works before." Irene's tone still seemed very unnatural, but she was able to communicate with the other party barely.

"I see." The thin girl stretched out her hand and said, "My name is Chen Xilan, you can call me Xilan."

"My name is Irene, you can just call me... Xiao Ai." Irene imitated her and said.

"Haha, you are mixed-race, right?" Xi Lan said while holding the album, "Have you just returned to China?"

“Yeah.” Irene seemed to be getting used to this enthusiasm, and her answers became more fluent.

"Yes, the realism is mixed with Japanese style, and it also has a bit of Master Gong's flavor." Xi Lan commented in a seasoned tone, "But what attracts people's attention is the astringent feeling contained in it. Irene, how did you do it? It's simply... simply amazing."

"Well... I don't know." Irene laughed dryly. She felt that this girl was weird.

"Yes, creation requires a natural and natural result. Irene, you are the legendary gifted person." Xilan said with an envious expression.

Irene continued to laugh dryly. She found that the other party seemed to really admire her painting style and had been discussing this point. At the same time, Irene also learned about the girl's background.

The other party is a member of a large domestic painter group called "Manfei" and is quite famous.

"Xiao Ai, I have to go to lunch. Add my Penguin account first." Xi Lan bought a few picture books and packed them up, then took the initiative to say, "We have our own order-taking platform. As long as you stick to your style, you will be able to stand out sooner or later. By then, you may even be able to create your own comics."

"Oh, sure." Irene was passive almost the entire time, but she discovered for the first time that there are people who really don't care about appearance and just simply want to communicate about their hobbies.

Xie Qingliu rested his chin on his head, thinking that Xilan was also a freak. His boyish aura didn't seem to work? Or maybe the other party didn't have the third dimension in his eyes?

"A pure person?" Xie Qingliu fell into deep thought.

The male god halo doesn’t seem to work on this kind of people? ?

pS: La la la la!!!

Chapter 101 A Love More Beautiful Than a Movie

Love is a luxury to Xie Qingliu. We can quote the song "I Don't Have This Fate" sung by Xiaochun to describe his former views on love.

There are so many outstanding people, and he is just one of the millions of ordinary people. It takes all his energy just to survive, so how can he have the time to pursue the sweet love that people long for?

Lying on the long table, Xie Qingliu looked around boredly. Two-dimensional fans was originally a noun, but somehow it became a kind of ridicule. There were more and more pedestrians on the road, and many girls gathered around and picked up Irene's album to start flipping through it.

These girls seem to be more interested in the picture album than him as a boy, or are the two-dimensional fans only interested in paper figures?

"Is it true that the purer the hobbies, the less likely they are to be affected by the male god's halo?" Xie Qingliu was silently summarizing.

A person who has no desires is strong. This saying can probably be used to describe this group of otaku girls. Compared to a living person like him, the aesthetic characters drawn by Irene are more in line with the place they yearn for in their hearts.

Of course, there were also those who had a lot of distracting thoughts in their minds, such as walking directly in front of Xie Qingliu and hanging around, showing off the shoes they were wearing, the watch they were wearing, and the SLR camera they were carrying.

But Xie Qingliu just lay there, his expression as calm as a salted fish, so those who wanted to chat him up retreated before they could even open their mouths.

"Brother Qingliu, please help collect the money."

Irene was busy and exhausted. She found that these people didn't care about her appearance at all, or even who she was. After learning that these albums were her works, they praised her, admired her, and showed her friendliness.

The girl just answered the questions subconsciously, then collected the money, packaged the products, and gave out the picture albums.

The cost price of these picture albums is only ten yuan, which means she doesn't make a penny by giving them away for free. She even makes a loss because she has to pay rent for the stall.

"Do it yourself, I'm too lazy to do anything." Xie Qingliu stroked his hat and didn't bother to care.

Irene quickly signaled those who wanted to buy the album to stop, then took a step forward and approached Xie Qingliu, sticking to his back and said coquettishly: "Brother Qingliu...Brother Qingliu...Brother Qingliu..."

"You called the soul."

Xie Qingliu stood up speechlessly and said, "Wait in line, wait in line, ten yuan a copy."

Irene continued to pack with a smile, and Xie Qingliu took them one by one with a gloomy face, handed over the money with one hand and the goods with the other. Then, looking at those otaku girls who left happily as if they had picked up a great bargain, he felt quite speechless.

Is this album really that good? It's just a few cartoon characters.

"Little brother, could the prototype above be you?"

"Yes!"

"Little brother, you are so handsome."

"Thank you."

"Little brother, are you Tian Yuan Qingliu?"

"Ah."

Xie Qingliu answered those questions like a machine. This was the reason why he refused to take the money. These otaku girls were pure-minded when they were attracted by the picture album, but after seeing his appearance clearly, almost half of them were shaken. They looked as if they wanted to pounce on him and kill him on the spot.

In just over an hour, all 300 picture albums prepared by Irene were sold out. The girl held the only book that was not for sale and apologized to those who didn't buy it with a silly smile. It was a very natural gesture and it didn't look like she had a mental disorder at all.

"Miss, I'm following you. When you join P Station, remember to send your ID."

"well, thanks!"

"Sister Xiao Ai, if you have any new works, remember to inform us."

"I will, I will."

Irene nodded her head quickly, completely forgetting about the nervousness of facing strangers. When the crowd around her dispersed, the girl sat down with a silly smile, turned her head and looked straight at Xie Qingliu.

"Look at the hammer, I'm hungry."

Xie Qingliu raised his eyebrows and cursed, trying not to beat up the idiot.

"Hoohoo!" Ailin came to Xie Qingliu and said with a smile: "Brother Qingliu, it's a great success."

"Well, so when do you plan to solve the lunch problem?" Xie Qingliu asked bluntly.

"This...hahaha." Irene laughed awkwardly and quickly took out the walkie-talkie from her collar.

A few minutes later, Sister Yu came over with a cart with an expressionless face. She looked at Xie Qingliu deeply, then took out a cardboard box from the cart.

"What is this for?" Xie Qingliu stared at it in confusion.

"Brother Qingliu, lunch."

Irene picked up the box with some difficulty and placed it on the long table. Then she carefully opened it and took out several beautifully packaged lunch boxes.

"What a fancy thing."

Xie Qingliu muttered in his heart. He was really a little scared by Irene's behavior.

The girl took out about seven boxes and arranged them in order. Then she started to unpack them with a proud look on her face: "Brother Qingliu, this is the lunch box I made myself yesterday."

"Well...you can cook?" Xie Qingliu asked in surprise.

"When I was a kid, my father was sick and my mother had to go out to work, so I learned to cook when I was five." Irene opened the bento box slowly and said, "But Japanese cuisine is relatively simple. All you have to do is heat up the ingredients and add your favorite seasonings, then arrange them... Ding Ding Ding!"

Xie Qingliu looked at the lunch box in front of him. The barley and white rice were mixed into the shape of a heart, covered with a layer of sticky curry sauce. There were also pickled vegetables brought from Bailu Lake in the corner of the lunch box.

"There are also fried pork chops, tempura, stir-fried cabbage, preserved eggs and tofu..."

The girl said as if offering a treasure: "I originally wanted to make grilled fish for Brother Qingliu, but after thinking about it, I decided not to. Grilled fish will be too fishy by noon, so I ended up making this."

At the end, the girl opened the largest bento, which was filled with layers of grilled meat wrapped in tin foil.

"You did all this?" Xie Qingliu took a look and thought it would take him several hours to finish it?

"Ok!"

Ai Lin said with an expression that looked like she was about to praise me: "Sister Yu just helped me a little. I cut the meat, prepared the seasonings myself, and cooked the rice myself... and this pork chop, it's been too long since I cooked it, so it's half-cooked..."

Xie Qingliu was speechless, the uncle's soul in his body was moved! His Tao heart was trembling.

"Brother Qingliu, I'm not very smart. I'm not as reliable as Sister Qingyu, nor as good as Sister Meimei." Irene said with a silly smile, "But I definitely like Brother Qingliu more than anyone else. No one can surpass me."

"Well... maybe." Xie Qingliu was not in the mood to tease the other party at this time. After all, people have their limits. He really fell in love with this silly girl.

"I want to give Brother Qingliu a happier and more fulfilling life than in the movies." Irene clenched her fists and said, "Brother Qingliu, cheer for me."

"Idiot, it will get cold if you don't eat it now." Xie Qingliu patted the girl and scolded her.

"Ah... start eating, start eating." The girl was still showing off, but she didn't notice that Xie Qingliu's eyes would wander over her face from time to time.

"Don't eat from my bowl."

"I just want to try it, what's the difference... Qingliu brother, don't be so stingy..."

"Can you be more polite?"

pS: Very particular!!!

Chapter 102 That's all for today

In the evening, Xie Qingliu was holding a cardboard box, and next to him was Irene, who also had a bag and a cardboard box in her arms. The two of them were strolling slowly on the sidewalk. From time to time, groups of COS actors wearing strange costumes could be seen leaving together.

"Brother Qingliu, today... seems to be a loss." Irene calculated carefully and said, "Booth fee plus printing, and labor! I lost several thousand... Eh!!"

"So it's correct to say that you are stupid." Xie Qingliu glanced at the girl and complained.

"It's the first time!"

Irene lowered her head in embarrassment. She had never thought that her album would sell out, so essentially the girl had accepted the fact that she was losing money.

"It's better not to keep the price of the album so low in the future." Xie Qingliu said calmly, "Also, you need to make a good plan, when to open the stall, when to close the stall, when to expect the largest customer flow, who your target group is, it's hard to make money, kid."

"Yeah, Brother Qingliu is right." Irene nodded quickly. She had people she wanted to take care of, and she couldn't be as muddle-headed as before. She had to work harder.

"So...is it time to send me back?"

The two walked to the nanny car, and Xie Qingliu handed the box to Sister Yu and complained: "I have worked for you for nothing for a day."

Irene was stunned for a moment, then said with embarrassment: "I...I'm sorry, Brother Qingliu."

"Miss, if he was really angry, he wouldn't say that to you."

Sister Yu couldn't bear to watch it anymore and whispered a reminder.

Irene blinked, and when she looked up, she found that Xie Qingliu was still smiling. The girl was relieved and said shamelessly: "Brother Qingliu, it's still early, stay with Luo for a while."

"It's seven o'clock, kid." Xie Qingliu raised his finger and said, "We left at eight o'clock. We've been together for eleven hours. Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired!"

Irene shook her head quickly. Not only was she not tired, she even felt very happy.

"Erin, are the games at home not fun, or are the paintings not fun?" Xie Qingliu pressed the girl's shoulders and asked, "Is your doll not soft enough? Isn't it uncomfortable to be naked at home? Why do you have to wander around like this outside?"

"Brother Qingliu doesn't wear clothes at home?"

Irene asked with her mouth open and a strange look of anticipation in her eyes.

"Depend on!"

Xie Qingliu found that Irene was really good at grasping the key points. Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, he had to find something he liked. He pinched the girl's face and said, "Let's go to your house and play games! Otherwise, I'll go home."

"Hmm."