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Han Chen really couldn't bear to bully Ying, but the rough stone was not necessary for them, but it was different for Han Chen.

This is Han Chen's life!

"Here, 400 rough stones, you can stay with me," Yingqi pouted and put his hands on his waist, his eyes full of grievances.

Han Chen really couldn't bear to see Ying's expression, and said softly: "I'm sorry, but I really need the original stone, so let's pay you a light novel and give you all the royalties."

Paimon, who was still in the same hatred, suddenly changed her expression. She cautiously confirmed, "Ying... How much does this guy Han Chen pay for a novel?"

Ying was also a little shocked, it was Teacher Ling Xiao's novel, not to mention how much the manuscript cost, just being the heroine is already a great honor.

"Han Chen, thank you, but there is no need for the royalties," Ying Yan smiled. Although she liked Mora very much, she would not accept Mora in this form.

"We are friends, I will give you the rough stone if you need it."

Ying tilted her head slightly, pursed her lips and smiled at Han Chen.

Han Chen immediately burst into tears, Ying's character and three views are really quite positive, and it is really gratifying to have such a friend.

"I get it, it's not a deal."

Han Chen's mouth slightly raised, "It's mutual help between friends, right?"

Ying nodded with satisfaction, "That's it!"

"Yes, yes, we and Ying are also good friends!"

Paimon clapped happily and lay on Ying's shoulder.

Ying rolled her eyes silently, "If you really treat me as a friend, don't grab my grilled fish!" She poked Paimon's cheek with a smile.

"Hehe, can't help it."

Paimon floated behind Han Chen with a guilty conscience, and grimaced at Ying.

Han Chen ordered tea for Ying and Paimon, and immediately asked, "So what time do you leave?"

Ying held her cheeks and thought for a moment, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "In two days, I guess Miss Keqing will be looking for you tomorrow."

Han Chen tilted his head in confusion, "How did you know?"

There was an indistinct blush on Ying's pretty face, and she turned her head and said softly, "I just know."

Han Chen's face was stunned, help, he couldn't guess the girl's mind at all, who could save him, a straight man who has been single for thousands of years!

Paimon knocked on Han Chen's head and reminded in a low voice, "It was Keqing who asked us to come to you. She said she had something to tell you, and hoped to meet at the Adventurers Association tonight."

Only then did Han Chen understand the truth of the matter. It seemed that an exclamation mark appeared on the top of Yuhengxing's head, and enthusiastic travelers would naturally come to help.

"I see, thank you very much."

Han Chen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was annoying Ying, and felt a little relaxed.

Ying stared at Han Chen with some resentment, drinking tea with tons of gulps, thinking that when this person has such a good relationship with Miss Keqing, shouldn't that be the harem of the master!

Although this tea doesn't cost money, it can't be drunk like this.

A drop of cold sweat dripped down Han Chen's forehead. If Zhong Li drinks tea like this, he will go bankrupt sooner or later.

"Paimon, let's go."

Ying pulled Paimon away, and before leaving, she did not forget to say to the boss, "Boss, he treats him at this table!"

Paimon nodded in agreement and gave Han Chen a big compliment.

Han Chen almost didn't spit out the tea in his mouth, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Why is everyone like this? Is he, Lingxiao Taiji Zhenjun, shameless?

Ying covered her mouth and let out a crisp laugh, and Paimon and Paimon slowly disappeared from Han Chen's field of vision.

"I really don't understand."

Han Chen sighed and took a bite of the sesame oil, which was so delicious that he narrowed his eyes slightly.

...

evening.

Just as the sky of Liyue Harbor was shrouded in darkness, Han Chen had already arrived at the Adventurers Association.

He can probably guess what Ke Qing wants to say, it's nothing more than something related to True Monarch Ling Xiao Tai Chi... Isn't that himself!

"Han Chen, I called you here again..."

Ke Qing's two little hands were placed behind her back, rubbing a little distractedly.

"It's okay, what do you want to say?"

Han Chen asked curiously, after all, if it is about Lingxiao Taiji Zhenjun, he has to prepare in advance, so as not to suddenly get involved.

Unexpectedly, Ke Qing just lowered her head and handed him a small bag, tied tightly with a red rope.

"This is...?"

Han Chen was even more confused, the cloth bag in his hand was fluttering, and he didn't know what was inside.

"Thank you, you've helped me a lot these days... And can you give me some extras for the story I wrote in the novel contest?"

She blushed and said in a low voice, "I, I like it very much."

Han Chen couldn't see Ke Qing's expression clearly. In the dark, the girl was like a butterfly fluttering with wings, only her eyes sparkled.

"Thank you, I will finish writing that novel," Han Chen said softly with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "After all, I can't write many words in 15 minutes."

"Thank you."

Although Han Chen couldn't see Ke Qing's expression clearly, she probably smiled.

"Then I'll go first, you should rest early too!" Ke Qing's voice became a little joyful. After she said goodbye to Han Chen, her figure quickly merged into the darkness of Li Yue.

Han Chen stared blankly at the cloth bag in his hand. He really didn't expect it to be a gift for [Han Chen].

He gently untied the knot and took out a purple sachet from the cloth bag with a beautiful bow tied with a red rope.

The elegant taste of pure heart is blowing.

Han Chen's expression suddenly changed slightly. He smelled a distinctive aroma, a sweet and bitter tea scent!

Ke Qing has long known that he likes to drink tea, and added dried tea leaves to the sachet, and the light tea fragrance blended with the fragrance of the pure heart.

"What a silly girl."

Han Chen solemnly put the sachet back into the cloth bag, clenched it in his hand, and the corner of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

That guy Keqing didn't sleep last night, right? He's such a silly girl.

Han Chen seemed to be able to see Ke Qing's efforts to sew the sachet. This delicate work has always been time-consuming and labor-intensive.

He hummed an unknown song and walked slowly home.

Han Chen turned on the lamp on his desk, picked up the pen he hadn't touched for a few days, and began to write the unfinished ending for that story.

After all, Ke Qing had begged him like that, so naturally he was embarrassed to continue to fish, at least he was very confident in writing stories.

The table lamp illuminates the figure of the young man who is writing and writing.

On both nights, there were two people who hadn't slept, which was a wonderful coincidence in a sense.

Until it was bright outside the window, three bowls of fresh tea were placed on the post, and the fishermen moored their boats at the port.

Han Chen stopped the pen in his hand and yawned sleepily.

The paper on the desk is full of dense text.