It was just an ordinary evening when the top LOGO design group, existing online for years, reached a consensus under the strong promotion of their big brother Zhao Zhen. Meanwhile, Hao Yunyang, the subject of their discussion, was sitting face-to-face with Liu Ming, holding three skewers of lamb in one hand and a beer bottle in the other, red-faced and hiccupping: “Come… hiccup… drink it!”
Chapter Thirty-Eight: It’s You
The creative requirements for the round of 32 to 16 were announced at six in the morning that day. When Hao Yunyang drowsily lifted his head from the bed, the day was already bright – in other words, the sun was already shining on his backside.
“Ouch!” His head heavy, as soon as he raised his head and encountered the dazzling sunlight, Hao Yunyang involuntarily weakened and fell back, soon falling into a deep sleep.
Liu Ming, the landlord in the adjacent room, had just woken up. Grabbing his phone to check the time, he wanted to continue sleeping but had to grit his teeth and get up, rubbing his nose and leaning against the bed’s headboard, patting the wall behind him with a hoarse voice: “Hey, are you up?”
“…”
“Drunk, huh?” Seeing no response from Hao Yunyang’s side, Liu Ming grinned triumphantly, though his hands were rubbing his temples trying to become more alert: “Haha… let you drink. We only went through sixteen bottles, acting all cocky. Know what a real pro is? This is a pro! Wah…”
After vomiting and coughing violently several times, Liu Ming caught his breath with a flushed face: “Won’t talk to you anymore. Sleep on your own. It’s 10:30, time to go earn money at the shop…”
What? LOGO competition?
Go go go, Liu Ming knew his own level. As a 32-strong preliminary contestant, he could use some tricks to pull votes, and that LOGO was something he had spent four entire days creating, never published online but stored in his computer.
A real hands-on approach might just get you swept away somewhere, wasting time, effort, and energy without gaining anything – only a fool would do that!
