Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Fang Mo'er went to the dress shop to choose a dress.

After that, she asked her assistant to leave while she changed into her usual clothes. She went to the mall to choose a drawing board.

For a cartoonist, it would be a headache to be without the right tool.

After she had selected a dress, Fang Mo'er returned to the company.

However, someone was already waiting in her office.

When the other colleagues saw that Fang Mo'er had come to the company so late, they looked as if they were anticipating a good show.

It was not a problem if Fang Mo'er came to work late and left early these days.

However, now that the date of the new talent list was approaching, Fang Mo'er had not even produced an arrangement yet.

Today, when Supervisor Qi saw that Fang Mo'er had not shown up again, he had thrown a fit.

He had asked everyone in the department to work overtime to write a new song, which would be able to enter the top three of the New Talent chart.

Fang Mo'er noticed that something in the air was not right.

The door to her office was wide open.

She was still carrying personal items that had nothing to do with work.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, in her office, Supervisor Qi was sitting in front of her desk with a serious expression on his face.

When he saw Fang Mo'er enter, Supervisor Qi looked down at his watch and said in a clear voice, "I've been waiting for you for the past half an hour."

Fang Mo'er pursed her lips. It looked like Supervisor Qi had nothing better to do. How could he have waited for her like this?

Fang Mo'er quickly pretended as if nothing had happened and placed the drawing board in a small corner.

However, Supervisor Qi caught a glimpse of it. He walked over and looked down at the things inside her bags. "Oh, this is quite complete. You even brought a drawing board to the company. Is this your way of finding inspiration?"

Fang Mo'er nodded her head righteously. "Yes, Supervisor. I'm using it to find inspiration."

Supervisor Qi was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He reached out and knocked on the table heavily. "Fang Mo'er, I let you take it easy before because you were heartbroken. I did not think that you would not know how to control yourself. Where's the song? Have you written it yet?"

The past few times that Supervisor Qi had met Fang Mo'er, he would also ask, "Have you written the song yet?"

Every time, Fang Mo'er would reply that she was still looking for inspiration.

However, it had already been more than ten days, and she still could not produce a single song.

"Bang"

Supervisor Qi slammed the palm of his hand on the table.

Outside the office, everyone's ears perked up.

Surely it was over for Fang Mo'er. She had been behaving so arrogant recently and now she was receiving criticism.

She had not done her job properly.

How could she have thought that she could spend her working hours browsing through irrelevant videos without anyone finding out?

"I think Fang Mo'er's salary will be deducted this time."

"There was one time when the cleaning lady when in to do her cleaning and noticed that Fang Mo'er's computer had not been switched off. Guess what she saw? Several websites had not been switched off yet. These sites were about anime, celebrity gossip, and shopping pages for skincare products. Those who don't know better would think that the young miss was here to relax."

"That's right. I often see Fang Mo'er going to the pantry to make tea and eat snacks."

"Also, the last time I passed her, I had taken a few extra glances at her, so she proceeded to show me the latest clothes she was wearing, to try and show off her beauty."

Fang Mo'er was even more annoying than before.

In the past, Fang Mo'er had only wanted to chase Mu Chen. She had not had the time to get up to so many tricks.

Now, Fang Mo'er came to the office often, but she seemed to be idling around. Her behavior was just like that of a pampered heiress.

Currently, in the office, Supervisor Qi was reprimanding her, "You could at least come up with a half-finished song, even if it's just for show. It'd be better than not being able to produce a single song."

Fang Mo'er silently walked to her desk and sat down.

Supervisor Qi widened his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Fang Mo'er: "I'm looking for a half-finished product."

Supervisor Qi was so angry that he could not speak.

Fang Mo'er turned on her computer and clicked on something. Soon, the printer started.

A song quickly appeared on the piece of A4 paper.

Fang Mo'er handed it over. "Supervisor, calm down. How could I possibly give you a half-finished product? I was trying to improve it before I handed it over to you."

Supervisor Qi took it suspiciously.

He saw that there were a few large words written just before the title of the song: "The 99th Revised Version."

Wasn't this a little too much? Was this for real?

Supervisor Qi looked at Fang Mo'er's sincere gaze and pulled a chair over. He sat down and continued reading.

The song was called "Air".

Strangely, the lyrics of this song looked very complicated. Each line was more than 15 words long.

Looking at the densely packed lyrics, Supervisor Qi was dumbfounded.

Fang Mo'er had to be playing with him.

Since ancient times, which song had ever contained such lengthy lyrics that were like prose? It was so long that it would make people dizzy to look at it.

"Sandalwood, osmanthus, grass, hyacinth, bergamot, cold air, hot air, stinky air."

"Stinky fish, stinky mint, stinky camphor, stinky urine, stinky armpits, drifting in the air, drifting far away, drifting into the universe, gradually drifting away."

Just as Supervisor Qi was about to lose his temper, he suddenly heard Fang Mo'er singing softly.