Tan Xi is a consultant in the editorial department of a well-known comic publishing house. Well... He is a pretty miserable consultant. There are three consultants in the semi-large editorial department, and they are all on the phone every day, either urging a certain artist to update or listening to a certain reader's testimonials. Tan Xi is one of them.
Unfortunately, the three consultants answer phone calls from readers every day and listen to the compliments, whether they are true or false, but they are happy every day. Also, who wouldn't feel comfortable being praised every day? It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as it sounds good to your ears. Then I would reply to some readers and so on, and spend the whole day leisurely.
It's a pity that Tan Xi does not belong to one of these two lively people. He was one of those unlucky kids who kept urging his painters to update every day. If he met a painter who was in a bad mood, he might even be taught a lesson. Poor Tan Xi felt like her twenty-year-old heart had the vicissitudes of a sixty-year-old in this environment. I really regret that I skipped two grades in college and came to this cruel place two years early, wasting two years of fun and romance.