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Chapter 88 Wasting Time

When Qin Yizhu walked out of the bedroom, Tu Rou and Qin Qu had already left.

Just as they both said, they should leave early.

Qin Yizhu was already used to their schedule.

Wen Yao was not there either.

Qin Yizhu walked into the kitchen and the first thing she saw was the egg steamer with its red light on.

It's on the keep-warm setting.

There was also a sticky note on it.

I've already eaten; remember to eat breakfast.

The handwriting is very delicate; it's obviously not the work of that couple.

Having someone at home definitely makes a difference.

Qin Yizhu lifted the pot lid, revealing five eggs inside.

Five...

Qin Yizhu smiled bitterly after reading it.

She's really not afraid of having high cholesterol at such a young age.

Qin Yizhu even suspected that five was the upper limit of this small pot, not the upper limit of Wen Yao.

But why is Wen Yao so quiet? What's she doing in her room? Studying?

I wonder how her monthly exam results went.

Her grades seem to be pretty good.

Qin Yizhu sat at the dining table and slowly cracked open the eggshell. The egg was already warm at this time and not hot to the touch.

Oh, it's still a soft-boiled egg.

Good.

Qin Yizhu opened her phone and casually opened a certain platform, intending to see if the artists she followed had updated their work.

My daily routine during the holidays is to check my favorite bloggers for updates and then catch up on them all at once.

Oh, it's been updated.

Qin Yizhu ate a soft-boiled egg while browsing the artist's homepage.

The art style is so cute!

It's so heartwarming.

Qin Yizhu scrolled down the list of names until he was sure there were no new pictures before exiting the other party's homepage.

Now I've switched to Douyin (TikTok) and am binge-watching the updates from daily life bloggers.

Qin Yizhu's morning was wasted like this, and Wen Yao didn't even come out.

No, what is she doing in the room?

Seclusion?

People's situations cannot be generalized. Everyone's learning methods are different and difficult to replicate. Trying to teach someone your own learning methods is like teaching a sow to climb a tree.

Qin Yizhu is the kind of person who is very efficient at learning, but at the same time, he finds it difficult to study for a whole morning.

At 11:30, Wen Yao finally came out of her room.

Qin Yizhu was replying to Shang Suci's message.

But they didn't chat for long; Shang Suci said she had to go to her extracurricular classes.

Isn't reading Shang Suci's interest?

What other interests do you have?

"You've been studying all morning?"

Qin Yizhu looked up and asked when he saw Wen Yao come out of the room.

"Ah, oh, no, no."

Wen Yao looked somewhat tired.

She had something on her mind and woke up early.

She spent the whole morning perfecting the painting.

That night's drawing was just a casual sketch.

Although the work was already quite complete, she still felt unsatisfied and, after making some changes, resubmitted it to another platform.

Female illustrators like them naturally wouldn't just use one platform.

It's just that some are the main battlefields and some are secondary battlefields.

"Are you getting used to your new phone?"

Qin Yizhu asked during the meal.

"fine."

Wen Yao replied.

Qin Yizhu glanced at his phone, then looked at Wen Yao.

"I'm going to a comic convention tomorrow, do you want to come with me?"

Su Xixi messaged him, saying there would be a comic convention here tomorrow, and asked Qin Yizhu if he wanted to go.

Qin Yizhu was a free man anyway, so there was nothing wrong with him going to take a look.

As for the homework, there's still plenty of time, so copying it isn't a bad idea.

I did all my homework myself this month, can't I even enjoy my vacation?

Even if others don't say it, Li Wenkai will definitely write it.

"I won't go."

Wen Yao feels that she has lost interest in comic conventions.

Maybe I should watch some anime or manga and then create some merchandise?

But this time, I'll let it go.

"Be careful with fire and electricity at home."

"Um."

Wen Yao nodded obediently.

"Why not go?"

Qin Yizhu asked again.

He thought that someone like Wen Yao, a veteran anime fan who had been going to anime conventions to distribute materials since junior high school, would agree immediately upon hearing about an anime convention.

"Why not go?"

Wen Yao repeated herself with a strange expression.

Why is there any "why" or "why"?

"Exactly, I haven't been to a comic convention in a long time, and I haven't watched anime in a long time either."

Wen Yao explained.

Qin Yizhu nodded.

Did Su Xixi grab your wrist yesterday?

"Um."

"You're not responding?"

"It's not that there was no response."

Wen Yao did tense up for a moment, but then she relaxed.

"I think..."

Wen Yao's first reaction was that with Qin Yizhu here, even if Su Xixi really had any hostility, she wouldn't show it.

That's exactly what she thought, and she herself felt that this idea was somewhat dark.

She was somewhat ashamed to voice her true thoughts.

But she still spoke up.

Qin Yizhu laughed after hearing this.

"But later I felt that she was a very nice person, just like Chi Lingyuan, only she expressed it differently."

Wen Yao quickly added.

"It's normal to have this kind of thought, after all, no one is a saint."

Given Wen Yao's past experiences, it's normal for her to have this self-protection mechanism.

Qin Yizhu slept until after 3 p.m. as usual.

Sleeping during the day and staying up late at night.

This is the kind of disgusting youth we have today.

Make the most of your youth!

When you get old, you may not have the opportunity to achieve anything.

It's not encouraged, but even Qin Yizhu sometimes can't help it.

In the afternoon, Wen Yao still locked herself in her bedroom.

What a boring high school student.

Qin Yizhu sat in front of the TV playing games.

Armored Core is an old IP from FS.

As the saying goes, the soul is life, and mechs are the passion.

Make soul-earning mechs and flowers, but don't even think about taking one home.

Go talk to my dual-jet electric needle pile driver if you have anything to say.

Qin Yizhu's first step in playing the game was to find a wheelchair.

Until Wen Yao came out of the room.

Qin Yizhu didn't look up, but simply asked, "Are you hungry?"

Wen Yao said she wasn't hungry, then sat down on the sofa and looked at Qin Yizhu.

It was almost evening, and as she listened to the background music in the game and watched the mechs flying around on the screen, as well as Qin Yizhu's swaying camera, she became somewhat distracted.

Qin Yizhu was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, looking quite cozy.

His shoulders hunched slightly from intense concentration, and as the camera swayed, he rammed a pile driver into the Valkyrie's waist.

The video begins to slow down.

I finally understand now.

Wen Yao listened to the pleasant female voice acting and could barely make out the subtitles on the screen.

Raven, so you are... the true face of the "Rubicon War"

Wen Yao could see Qin Yizhu's back rise and fall slightly, as if he had exhaled.

She suddenly felt that this scene was worth drawing.

It's very ordinary and very heartwarming.

It calmed her down.

During their leisure time on holidays, the two of them wasted their time without any guilt.

Do things you enjoy.