Chapter 11: Eating for So Many Years and Still Lacking Sense
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Before going to sleep, Qin Guanglin casually posted a mood update about wanting to find a job on a chat app, then closed his eyes and analyzed what kind of job he should look for.
His best friend Xiao Yu was working in animation, which was a decent job, but Qin Guanglin felt that he was not suited for that type. His focus was on creativity, and his art style was quite unique, making it hard to blend with others.
An illustrator might be a good fit, especially since hand-drawn illustrators were currently popular, so he should pay attention to that and improve his knowledge in that area when he had time.
The gaming industry was also thriving, with higher demands for original art...
In his thoughts, Qin Guanglin slowly fell asleep, feeling extremely comfortable, with a faint scent of shampoo left by He Fang lingering on the quilt.
In the quiet of the midnight hour,
"Do I look pretty to you?" He Fang twirled in her little dress and asked him, looking up.
"You look great." Qin Guanglin nodded. It was the truth; the pale pink dress complemented her rosy cheeks like a princess.
"Where are your eyes looking?!" She put down her dress and looked at Qin Guanglin warily.
Qin Guanglin was puzzled. Weren't you the one who asked me to look at your dress?