Nanke is a freelance worker with some secondary problems.
She is a paranoid and pathological little girl
I usually do some work such as writing, editing, and proofreading.
The silly little girl thinks
This kind of work should be paired with thick bottle-bottomed glasses, messy braids, conservative clothes and a face that is always bare.
She also feels that such a waste of brain cells should be spent every month to free up the mind, clubbing, drinking, racing, and acting cool.
So she usually behaves like a very smart person.
When working, I locked myself in a home of more than 20 square meters, closed the door, drew the curtains tightly, and hid behind a high table covered with documents, while my fingers jumped on the keyboard.
Occasionally, when I need to go to the publishing house, I will obediently ride on the little sheep, put on my safety helmet, and climb there at a safe speed. He seems to have nothing to do with the world, easy to bully and ignorant.
However, on the 5th of every month, the little girl gives herself a day off.
She has always felt that 5 is her lucky number.
Scattered her long curly hair, put on a sexy hip-hugging skirt, stood on her feet as high as the sky, pouted her pretty red lips, and clamored to make an appointment with a few friends, go to a familiar bar, and drink until she was drunk.
Then the next day I took off my makeup and turned back into Nanke.
The days passed in such a carefree manner, and no one knew that Nan Ke on the night of the 5th was the slightly famous editor.