The sun rose over the busy city of Shenzhen, casting warm light through the window of Wáng Lěi's small apartment. He sat at his desk, surrounded by sketchbooks, pens, and piles of notes. His computer blinked to life, and he sighed, rubbing his eyes. Another day, another deadline.
Wáng Lěi was 24 years old, and he dreamed of becoming a successful manhwa artist. He loved creating stories about heroes and adventures, but right now, he was stuck. His latest comic series was due in just a few days, but the pages were still blank. The pressure was starting to weigh down on him.
"Come on, Lěi!" he muttered to himself. "You can do this!"
He picked up his pencil and started to draw. As the first lines appeared, he felt a little spark of inspiration. But then his phone buzzed loudly, breaking his focus.
It was a message from his best friend, Chen Yu.
Chen Yu (in a text). "Hey! Are you free tonight? Let's go out and see some girls!"
Wáng Lěi chuckled softly. Chen Yu never passed up a chance to go out. He quickly replied:
Wáng Lěi: "I have to finish my comic. No time to waste!"
A moment later, Chen Yu replied:
Chen Yu: "You and your work! You need to have some fun! Besides, you might meet someone special!"
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Wáng Lěi shook his head, smiling. Chen Yu always thought life was about parties and dating. For Lěi, it was about drawing and storytelling. But maybe Chen Yu had a point. He was lonely.
As Lěi went back to his drawing, he thought about his character, a brave young hero named Lin Feng. "If only I had Lin Feng's courage," he sighed, gripping his pencil tighter.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Lěi frowned, wondering who it could be. He opened the door to find a bright smile and a mess of colorful hair.
"Wáng Lěi! I brought snacks!" exclaimed Mei Lin, a fellow artist with an endless supply of energy. She was known for her wild ideas and creative spirit. "I thought you might need a break."
"Uh, thanks, Mei Lin," he said, stepping aside to let her in. "But I really need to finish my comic."
"Nonsense!" Mei Lin said, handing him a bag of chips. "Snacks and a little fun help creativity! You can work with me for a bit."
Lěi sighed but couldn't say no to her infectious enthusiasm. They often collaborated, and her wild ideas sometimes inspired him.
"Alright, but just for a little while," he replied, munching on a chip.
Mei Lin grinned, pulling out her sketchbook. "Let's create a story together! A love story!"
"What? No way!" Lěi laughed, shaking his head. "I can't do romance!"
"Why not?" she said, eyes sparkling with excitement. "You can't just draw heroes and adventures! Love is a big part of life!"
Lěi felt his cheeks warm. "Okay, fine, I'll try. But only if you help me!"
With that, they started brainstorming ideas, surrounded by snacks and laughter. The atmosphere in the room shifted; the weight of deadlines faded away.
As the evening went on, they sketched characters, mixed ideas, and created scenarios that made them both laugh. For the first time that day, Lěi felt truly alive.
"Maybe working with you isn't so bad," he admitted, a small smile creeping onto his face.
"Just wait until you meet someone special!" Mei Lin teased, nudging him playfully.
Little did they know, their creative partnership would transform into something unexpectedly beautiful, filled with laughter and maybe even a little romance.