After the person vomited, Qiao Xi finally remembered who this buddy who vomited so much was.

Zhao Yiming, one of Shen Xiucheng's good buddies.

Speaking of which, they had a meal together, he ate his steak, he drank his chicken soup.

"Give me some tissues." Zhao Yiming squatted by the trash can, his voice hoarse, and he looked extremely depressed.

Qiao Xi directly stuffed him with the tissue paper on the bar counter, with sympathy on his face, he couldn't bear to make a suggestion: "Why don't you just wash your mouth, we have unused wire brushes here, you can make use of them."

Zhao Yiming: "...are you a devil?"

Probably because she has been with Shen Xiucheng for a long time. Although Qiao Xi is not a clean freak, she really can't see this.

The store, which was originally sober and elegant, with a faint aroma of coffee, is now mixed with various strange smells.

Mushrooms, leeks, and it seems...

"Damn it, why do you still eat onion-flavored buns!"

Qiao Xi was shocked. He could tolerate leeks and shiitake mushrooms, which are must-have flavors for steamed stuffed buns, but what the hell are onions!

The smell became stronger and stronger, Qiao Xi quickly opened the glass door to let the morning wind pour in.

Zhao Yiming was tired from squatting, hugged the trash can with a weak face, and sat down against the cabinet door. Hearing Qiao Xi's words, a strange radiance appeared on his pale face.

"The onion and mutton buns here are super delicious. I bought them specially when I went back to school!" Zhao Yiming recommended the bun shop to Qiao Xi with glowing eyes.

This steamed stuffed bun shop opened next to their high school. It is a century-old brand with a complete range of steamed stuffed buns, novel flavors and innovative spirit.

The corner of Qiao Xi's mouth twitched, and he took three steps back, avoiding the bun that the other party was trying to stuff into his hand.

It wasn't that he disliked the steamed stuffed bun dangling on the trash can just now, he really disliked it.

What kind of family background does this have to be able to eat this honey-flavored steamed stuffed bun?

Seeing that he didn't want it, Zhao Yiming withdrew his hand regretfully, and bit down on a steamed bun under Qiao Xi's shocked gaze.

Bite half of it with relish.

Qiao Xi turned his eyes away, and said with trembling hands: "Can you put down the trash can and eat again? It's really disgusting!"

Zhao Yiming let out a oh, and then he realized that the trash can was still caught between his legs.

He quickly put it down, pouted: "You don't know how to appreciate it, brother Shen also likes this steamed stuffed bun shop very much, it's really delicious!"

Qiao Xi grinned, he really couldn't imagine Shen Xiucheng holding the onion mutton bun and eating half of it in one bite.

Maybe when you talk, you still have the charming fragrance of onions.

It's quite unreal...

"By the way, why are you here?" Zhao Yiming cleared the buns in his hand in twos and twos, and washed his face with the faucet.

He didn't wipe it either, just swished it like a husky just after taking a bath.

Seeing the water getting everywhere, Qiao Xi resisted the urge to wrench his head off, and said, "I'm here to draw, are you a goldfish?"

"What do you mean?" Mouha was curious.

Qiao Xi: "Seven seconds of memory, you forget as soon as I finish talking!"

Zhao Yiming stalked: "You are a goldfish, I have a really good memory!"

Qiao Xi rolled his eyes at him, took out a towel from the operating room, wiped off the water stains on the operating table, and disinfected it carefully.

This operation made Zhao Yiming very upset: "Am I a virus, I still need to be disinfected!"

Qiao Xi looked at him speechlessly: "According to scientific reports, there are at least 38 billion viruses in humans."

The implication is that you are a virus host.

Zhao Yiming stalked again: "No, why are you always choking on me? There is no grudge before or after."

Although because of Qiao Xi's pursuit of Shen Xiucheng, people in the circle often made jokes about it, but the brothers just listened to it and never participated.

After washing the towel and hanging it up, Qiao Xi smiled: "If the truth is wrong, then let the law punish me, maybe indefinitely."

Zhao Yiming was suddenly bitter, and decided to let him go and himself, and change the subject: "Tangzi didn't come, how did you come in?"

Based on his understanding of Ke Tang, this man would not open his eyelids until the afternoon.

This person's laziness and stinginess are written into the DNA, too lazy to get up, too lazy to eat, even too lazy to find a partner.

Anyway, he didn't believe that he would see Ke Tang get out of bed early in the morning and come to this coffee shop that he loves to open.

Qiao Xi took out the key and gave a very reasonable explanation: "I'm drinking coffee here and drawing pictures by the way. Brother Tang saw that I came early, so he gave me the key."

Zhao Yiming groaned, this statement is quite credible.

"Then you help him clean up, how diligent!" In the past, Ke Tang would ask his aunt to do the cleaning, which was called saving money.

As for the idea of Qiao Xi working here, it is completely impossible for Zhao Yiming to think about it.

Not to mention that Qiao Xi's family is so rich, it won't be reduced to working for Ke Tang, and the second is Ke Tang, who is so stingy, it is impossible to spend money to hire employees.

Qiao Xi blinked, this person is really good at fooling around: "Just think of it as strengthening your body."

Ke Tang, who was lying in bed, was woken up by a sneeze again. He rubbed his nose, wondering if he had some kind of sneezing cancer, and decided to call his father's doctor to have a look.

The money has not been spent yet, so dogs are not allowed.

The waiting time was boring, Ke Tang turned on the phone and dug out the ledger.

The first page is his expenses last month, the most conspicuous one is the column of coffee, the cost is 2150.

Ke Tang chuckled, crossed out that row with a red line, and said flatteredly: "I saved 150 yuan, as expected of me!"

In "Tangtang"

Zhao Yiming confirmed that Ke Tang was not there, and prepared to leave: "I was just passing by, and when I saw the door opened, I thought Tang Zi was impaled by a human soul, so I came to take a look."

He does not mean that.

Qiao Xi's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he wondered if this person was implying something.

However, considering the other party's IQ, I feel that I should be thinking too much.

"Let's go, I'm still in a hurry to go to the company. If Tangzi comes, tell him to change your name and make an appointment for dinner." Zhao Yiming pulled his suit and waved goodbye.

After sending the person away, Qiao Xi took out the drawing board hidden in the locker and put it on the easel again.

Yesterday's painting can be said to have been completed, but Qiao Xi has some new ideas and wants to try to change it.

After adjusting the paint, Qiao Xi began to outline the halo on the man standing across the street.

He once saw a circle of friends of the original owner, the general content is, if you are alone, then when you see him, he will shine, even if it is a starless night, or in a bustling crowd.

When Qiao Xi saw Shen Xiucheng yesterday, he felt this way, probably because Shen Xiucheng was the best model in his eyes, one in a million.

The man in the painting is neither close nor far away, with his head lowered and talking to the old man beside him, his eyebrows and eyes cannot be seen clearly.

But the halo on his body made the coldness on his body fade away by three points, showing a little softness.

After changing the painting, Qiao Xi felt very satisfied, took a photo of the painting and posted it on Moments.

Since he took over the entire mobile phone from the original owner, the content of Moments is only his paintings, nothing else.

As soon as the circle of friends was sent out, it immediately received likes and comments.

Qiao Xi is a little surprised, is there anyone else who checks Moments early in the morning?

Click on the little red dot, there are two people who like it, one he is not familiar with, and there is no note, the profile picture should be a girl.

The other one has a note, it is Teacher Li.

The existence of Teacher Li made Qiao Xi a little concerned, because in the original owner's thin and barren address book, one of them was Teacher Li, which seemed to be a very important person.

Out of some strange intuition, he felt that this person was Mr. Li in the address book.

The other party still has comments

"The painting is very good. I don't even need to read the name. I can tell it's you just by looking at the painting style. Come back and chat with the old man when you have time!"

painting style...

Qiao Xi was suddenly disturbed by these two words. Although the painting skills are not bad, most of them are also from academic backgrounds.

But everyone has their own style of painting.

Some people like to focus on depicting the world in the eyes, some people like to paint with warm colors, and some people are keen on violent color collisions.

In other words, it is the difference in composition, color habits and details.

These ingenuities have become a person's style of painting and his unique symbol.

It was precisely because of this that Qiao Xi felt confused.

There are no two identical leaves in the world. Even if he is the original owner of the soul wearer and looks exactly the same as the original owner, it is impossible for the painting style to be completely consistent. This is a style that has been formed over time.

Could it be that this is also the great power of the novel world?Erase the existence of the original owner so tyrannically?

Before Qiao Xi could figure it out, this circle of friends got another like.

Seeing the familiar profile picture, the confusion in Qiao Xi's mind disappeared, only shock was left, that the workaholic was actually browsing Moments.

I saw a particularly prominent "Shen" stuck under his photo, declaring his existence forcefully.

There is another comment below, very short: "."

Qiao Xi: "..." There is an inexplicable feeling that the boss has already read the approval document, what a fat thing.

On the other side, Shen Xiucheng sat in the office feeling depressed for a while.

Yang Yan entered the office with the documents in his arms, and saw a certain boss who looked like a fairy who had passed through a catastrophe, surrounded by smoke.

The office is located on the 15th floor, very quiet, but also very windy. At this moment, the windows are fully open, and the wind rushes in, making the shutters and documents rattle, and a few pages of paper are also scattered on the ground.

Yang Yan: "My ancestor, why did you open the windows all the way?" He closed the windows conveniently, which reduced the wind.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Shen Xiucheng looked at him sideways, and said as a matter of course: "Smell the smell."

Yang Yan has known him for so long, and he has some understanding of this father: "What's wrong with you, who provoked you?"

Although this person is mature and stable in the company, he is actually a young master with a difficult temper.

Speaking of this, Shen Xiucheng became angry and thought of the circle of friends posted by Qiao Xi.

As expected, the child has grown up, and he doesn't know which wild man is drawn, so his eyes are hot when he looks at it.

Yang Yan approached, and saw Shen Xiucheng's phone screen still on screen: "Yo, is this the new work of Young Master Qiao?"

As he spoke, he picked up the phone, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but praise: "It's a good painting, and the name fits well. My light, it looks like I'm confessing my love, haha."

Shen Xiucheng frowned, and said unhappily: "Shouldn't you change your glasses, you're old or you're old, it's not so good, it's so ugly!"

Yang Yan took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose and put them in his chest pocket, wondering: "What's not so good, besides, my eyes are fine. I just tested yesterday, and the standard is 5.0."

Shen Xiucheng thought, if the eyes are good, then the mind is blind!

"That man has no face, is short and slender, with a hunched back, and looks wretched."

Listening to Shen Xiucheng's words, Yang Yan really wanted to give a thumbs up: "Boss, you're scolding yourself just to complain about the young master's painting skills, you are really cruel."

This must be the most ruthless person he has ever seen scolding him in his life.

Shen Xiucheng's hand flicking the cigarette ash stopped.

He raised his head abruptly, staring at Yang Yan with eagle-like sharp eyes, as if he couldn't believe it: "You said... this is me?"

Yang Ji wondered: "Isn't this obvious? You were wearing this plaid suit yesterday. This is the time when we went to pick up the old man, but where did Qiao Xi draw it? From this angle,Is Tang Zi there?"

"I don't have a mobile phone, take mine to look at it." Shen Xiucheng took back his mobile phone from his hand, and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this was the case, no wonder it always felt a little familiar.

Not to mention his resemblance, the charm of the old man is drawn pretty close.

Listening to Shen Xiucheng's words, Yang Yan said speechlessly: "Then I also have to have the vx of Young Master Qiao..."

Before he could finish speaking, the big boss who was sacrificing himself just now and concentrating on complaining about his career suddenly laughed.

"The painting is really good, as expected of a professional background," said Shen Xiucheng, holding up his mobile phone, very proud, "See, people who have won international awards can draw me so handsome and have such a temperament."

Yang Yan: "..."

Who said just now that this person is ugly and frustrated, with a hunchback and a wretched look!

When Ke Tang arrived at the store, Qiao Xi told about Zhao Yiming's visit.

Ke Tang's face immediately pulled down: "This stinky shameless person wants to eat me again!"

Qiao Xi poked his head out from behind the drawing board, a little curious: "Why do you say that?" Zhao Yiming obviously said to eat together.

Ke Tang sneered: "That poor man, because he didn't want to get married, was kicked out of the house by his mother. He went to Brother Shen to cheat for a job, and now he still wants to cheat with me!"

The more he talked, the more angry he got, Ke Tang took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Shen Xiucheng, preparing to recruit allies to boycott this vampire.

One must know that Shen Xiucheng, like him, has always been displeased with Zhao Yiming's behavior of being a rice bug all day long.

Qiao Xi: Aren't you the same?

Considering that this is his boss, Qiao Xi still didn't say anything.

But a certain great man said that in this world, only coughing, dislike and love cannot be hidden.

So Ke Tang saw it, and he justified himself: "I am different from him, I also opened a shop, and I have a side job."

"Oh, it's interesting." Qiao Xi put down his paintbrush and listened carefully, "What kind of side job?" It's suitable for such a lazy person to do it.

"Ahem..." Ke Tang cleared his throat, and said confidently: "Food critic!"

Qiao Xi blinked and asked, "Are you a food critic on Meituan Food Delivery? Coincidentally, I have also done this part-time job, but it's a waste of money."

Ke Tang was pissed off by Qiao Xi: "It's a real food critic, not from Meituan!!"

Hearing what he said, Qiao Xi was really interested. He had only heard of this profession.

Seeing his curiosity, Ke Tang was a little proud: "It's not that simple to be a food critic. If you need to have the ability to appreciate food, you must have tasted a lot of dishes before you can say something.of."

"Oh," Qiao Xi understood. The implication is that you have to be rich. After all, he can't afford a tire restaurant. "Then how do you go to work?"

"Sometimes there are competitions that invite us to go, and some restaurants will invite us to try new dishes before deciding whether to release this new dish." Ke Tang is rarely interested in chatting, and pulls Qiao Xi to start popularizing himselfsideline business.

Hearing this job, Qiao Xi was envious, and he could eat and get money. What a cool plot!

But thinking of him lying with a dead salted fish on weekdays, Qiao Xi couldn't imagine what it would be like for this person to travel far away.

"Are you really going on a long trip?" Qiao Xi doubted.

Ke Tang puffed out his chest: "Of course, I don't need to walk there, pick up in an RV, and fly all the way."

In this way, Qiao Xi can understand that this is the way for lazy people to travel.

"That's great, it feels like it's so easy for you to make money!" Qiao Xi couldn't help but sigh.

As a poor man, it is really difficult for him to earn income.

Ke Tang looked at him, then at his drawing board.

This angle is just enough to see the content on Qiao Xi's drawing board, and Ke Tang is shocked again.

It was clearly the same painting as yesterday, but it seemed that something was different, and the sense of amazement increased a lot in an instant.

Ke Tang: "No, your level of drawing is so good, you go to the Internet to be a painter to receive manuscripts, won't you get paid for it?"

Qiao Xi scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "I have an academic style of painting, and I don't seem to like this type of painting on the Internet."

Ke Tang couldn't help poking his head with his hand: "You are stupid, there are so many people on the Internet, and some academics like it. Didn't you win a lot of prizes? If you put it up, there must be many people chasing you to buy it!"

Qiao Xi only cares about painting on weekdays, and has no understanding of these platforms. He humbly asked for advice: "Then what platform is better?"

Ke Tang thought about it, he was not familiar with this field, but big platforms are always right.

"Do you have VB?"

Qiao Xi shook his head plainly, Shen Xiucheng suggested that he change to a PHS because of the poverty in his mobile phone.

Ke Tang turned to Byakugan: "There are still people who don't use VB these days, you have traveled from ancient times!"

Hearing these words, Qiao Xi's hand trembled violently, almost dropping the phone.

Although it is not ancient, but it can be regarded as a member of the crossing ar, how can not feel guilty.

"Give me the phone." Ke Tang took the phone that Qiao Xi handed over, found the app store familiarly, and downloaded VB for him.

"This platform is huge, so you can post your usual paintings on it, and if you like it, you will ask for an appointment." Thinking of Qiao Xi's character, Ke Tang added, "Don't stare, if someone asks you,Just treat it as a windfall, and it's normal if no one makes an appointment."

Qiao Xi nodded knowingly: "I know, popularity needs to be accumulated!"

He has never done this, and occasionally hears it from his classmates, and although he doesn't play with his mobile phone very much, he is not Old Antique.

Seeing that he didn't look forward to it, Ke Tang couldn't help thinking, this man's paintings are so beautiful, there must be many people who like them!

While the two were talking, vb had already been downloaded.

Ke Tang clicked into vb, and directly used his mobile phone number to help him register an account, but the result indicated that the mobile phone number had already been registered.

Ke Tang was a little puzzled: "Have you really never used VB?"

Asked by him, Qiao Xi was a little uncertain again.He hasn't used it, but he doesn't know if the original owner has used it.

What if...

"Why don't you try to log in with your mobile phone number? Maybe I accidentally registered at some point, but it didn't work for me?" Qiao Xi said cautiously.

Ke Tang thought about it, yes, he also did this kind of thing back then.

"Okay, let's try it. If we find out that someone else is using VB, we'll think of other ways."

Ke Tang logs in with his phone number and enters the verification code.After a short wait, the vb page jumps.

After clicking on the personal homepage, Qiao Xi also looked over her head curiously.

Suddenly, both of them were stunned.

The nickname on vb's personal page is Southwest Nannan, a few common words, but this name looks like the account used by Qiao Xi himself.

Self-introduction, someone who loves to draw.

In the column of fans, there is a series of bright numbers, followed by tens of thousands.

Ke Tang turned around in a daze, and pointed to the phone page: "This is really not the account you use?"

Qiao Xi took the phone back and opened the account's personal updates.

The top post is a painting, which is obviously the original owner's entry for the INAD Youth Group.

There are only two smiling faces in the accompanying text.

Likes and comments are in tens of thousands, and the date is four years ago.

The author has something to say:

Shen Xiucheng: Who is this, ugly and frustrating, wretched!

Qiao Xi: It's you...

Face-changing master Shen Mooren: The painting is really good, as expected of someone who has won the grand prize!!

Zhao Yiming, Ke Tang: This must be the worst time my Brother Shen was hacked!