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Chen Jing Once he focuses on doing something, he easily becomes immersed in it, neglecting everything else.
He finished translating the comic and then compared it with the original translation. When he looked up, he realized that it was already dark outside. Surprisingly, Zheng Yu didn't disturb him and was boredly counting the words in the book.
Chen Jing smiled, in high school he used to study until midnight. The nights were quiet, with no sound at all, as if the whole world had been abandoned. Now, when he looks up, Zheng Yu is right beside him, and a warm feeling rises in his heart.
" Zheng Yu?"
Zheng Yu saw that Chen Jing had finally stopped and couldn't help but approach, "Have you finally remembered me?"
Chen Jing knew she had neglected him and gently reassured, "I haven't forgotten."
"Next Wednesday is my birthday," Zheng Yu said, propping up her chin with one hand, as if expecting a gift.
"Next Wednesday?" Chen Jing nodded, indicating that she understood.
Zheng Yu saw his indifferent reaction and said unhappily, "Aren't you going to ask what gift you want?"
"Once I say it, there won't be any surprise," Chen Jing teased, winking mischievously.
Zheng Yu immediately felt happy upon hearing it, looking forward to the surprise in Chen Jing's mouth.
And it's only Monday today, so there is plenty of time to prepare.
Chen Jing showed the translated comic to Fang Zhiyuan. After flipping through a few pages, Fang Zhiyuan closed the comic directly. Chen Jing unconsciously clenched his clothes. Was his translation not up to par?
Fang Zhiyuan smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't be so nervous, I don't understand Japanese."
Chen Jing also found it funny that she was so nervous.
"I'll take you to the studio to have a look. There are people who understand."
Chen Jing didn't expect that Fang Zhiyuan's studio has really been established. Although it's not large in scale and doesn't have many employees, it's quite like the real deal.
In total, there are only seven people in the studio, with Fang Zhiyuan and two roommates responsible for website operations, advertising investment, and other miscellaneous matters.
Two contracted online artists, one is a delicate long-haired young man, his hair obediently tied behind his head, completely matching the image of the cartoonist in Chen Jing's mind.
The other, wearing a pair of flip-flops, with a toothpick in his mouth, frowning and staring at the computer screen.
"Thanks to the two of them, otherwise I'm afraid my studio wouldn't have been able to open. Xu Zhoulun, come here," Fang Zhiyuan said as he walked, introducing Chen Jing to him and bringing him to the office, where he poured him a cup of tea.
"Boss, did you call me?" the girl named Xu Zhoulun walked in. She was wearing a simple shirt and jeans, with black-framed glasses, a few freckles on her face, and a friendly smile, revealing two small tiger teeth, making her look very approachable.
"This is my current translation. If you join our localization team, there will only be two of us." Fang Zhiyuan looked at Chen Jing and said.
"Let's take a look at the manga I translated first."
Fang Zhiyuan nodded and followed Xu Zhoulun to his desk. As Xu Zhoulun flipped through a comic, he chatted with Fang Zhiyuan, "Are you a friend of the boss?"
He should be considered Fang Zhiyuan's friend, but he still said, "He is my senior."
Xu Zhoulun nodded without saying anything.
The comic he chose wasn't very long, and Xu Zhoulun finished reading it in no time. "It's better than I imagined. The language used is very accurate, but in some places, it's a bit stiff. After all, making the language more colloquial would be better for a comic."
Fang Zhiyuan saw them talking and walked over, "How's it going?"
"It's good, the localization team welcomes you," Xu Zhoulun said with a smile.
Chen Jing was pleasantly surprised, "Thank you."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Zhoulun suddenly leaned over and sniffed Chen Jing,"Did you spray perfume?"
"No, he never uses perfume."
Xu Zhoulun furrowed his brows slightly, bent down and took out a bracelet from the drawer, "This is for you, it contains temple incense ash, a gift for joining the company, to ward off evil spirits."
The words were clearly directed at Chen Jing, but her gaze fell behind him. Chen Jing keenly sensed that something was off, so he turned to block her line of sight and said, "Thank you."
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