Chapter 52: Just Wanted to Hear Your Voice
Qin Guanglin, the top eater, was rubbing his belly as he looked up information about Artemisia argyi on his computer, making sure of its safety first—no recklessness allowed.
After getting the hang of how to use the mugwort leaves, and deeming it reliable, he habitually opened his inbox to find a new email. It was a call for submissions of several paintings about the Dragon Boat Festival. If selected, these would be exhibited at the festival gathering and on the official website, with credits to the artist and a substantial cash prize.
This wasn’t bad... Qin Guanglin replied to the email, looked around to find nothing else to do, stood up, and went to the studio to brainstorm, aiming to take the lead.
The elements of the Dragon Boat Festival include nothing much beyond Dragon Boat races and rice dumplings; coming up with fresh and creative ideas was no easy feat. If he fell into cliché, not only winning but even being selected would be difficult.
Knock, knock, knock!
He didn’t know how much time had passed when someone knocked on the studio door. Qin’s Mom’s voice came through, "Your phone is ringing! What are you doing?"
Qin Guanglin patted himself down and, sure enough, had forgotten his phone, which was still in the bedroom, "Coming."
"Here, it’s He Fang calling." Standing at the door, Qin’s Mom handed over the phone, which had yet to connect and was still playing its ringing tune.
"Hello?"
"Did you fall asleep?" He Fang asked from the other end.
"No, I just didn’t bring my phone to the studio." Qin Guanglin explained, "What’s up?"