Chapter 097: There Is Really a Mine at Home

"Dude, it's enough for a cow!"

Meng Fan, who returned to the room after supper and continued to paint, received several WeChat messages from the sleepy master, including a screenshot and link of the scarf, click on it to take a look, isn't it the video of the whole audience at today's big brother Shanjin concert, the person in this video also specially circled Meng Fan, pointing out that it was the culprit who caused the audience to laugh.

In addition, Meng Fan was also introduced in the text of the scarf, not the name but the name of the anchor, which still made Meng Fan quite happy, at least there will be more people in the live broadcast room in the future.

There are a lot of retweets, and there are many comments, all of which are about laughing with the pen, the source of today's happiness or something, and positive comments are the mainstay.

"Your smile is really poisonous, I also watched the video and laughed. ”

"You're going to be an Internet celebrity!"

"You've finished watching this concert, so you should have time to meet, right? ”

Meng Fan thought to himself, maybe you don't know that I have already seen your deity, and replied with a smile: "I will go back to Hangzhou at noon tomorrow, and the tickets have been bought." ”

The sleepy man quickly replied: "Is it so urgent?

"I'm convenient, but I'm worried that you won't be able to get up. ”

"Definitely got up. ”

"Okay, tomorrow at six o'clock in the morning, I'll wait for you at a breakfast shop here in Xujiahui." ”

“...... I've heard of meeting so early, but it's a bit too much to ask for a breakfast shop!"

"Hahaha, tease you, tomorrow at ten o'clock, I'll wait for you here at the South EMU Station, okay?"

"This one does. ”

......

The next day, wearing a hat and brushing ten kilometers in the community, Meng Fan went outside to buy a lot of breakfast and came back, and then woke her up outside Meng Caiwei's door.

"It's only a few o'clock, you're poisonous, aren't you?

Meng Caiwei rubbed her eyes and came out, seeing that Meng Fan took the initiative to buy breakfast for herself, she resisted the urge to beat him up, and after eating, she yawned and went back to make up for sleep, and only came out two hours later.

"Isn't there a day or two left for a holiday? are you going back?" Meng Caiwei saw Meng Fan looking for a bag to load her sketches, "Don't stay one more day? When will you leave? I made an appointment with your eldest brother Shanjin for dinner at noon...... You're not going to go either?"

Seeing Meng Fan shaking his head, Meng Caiwei was surprised, suddenly thought of something, and let out a long sigh: "I made an appointment with the beautiful girl of Chinese painting to go back to Hangzhou together, right?"

Seeing that Meng Fan didn't answer, Meng Caiwei laughed, and didn't ask, when Meng Fan was about to go out at nine o'clock, Meng Caiwei, who had been carefully dressed, also followed.

"What are you doing?" Meng Fan asked.

Meng Caiwei smiled: "I'll send you." ”

"Are you going to see Wu Tong?" Meng Fan couldn't guess what Meng Caiwei was going to do, so he said, "We are on the train at half past one in the afternoon, and I went out early to make an appointment with someone else to discuss." ”

Will Meng Caiwei believe him? No way!

Wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses, he followed him to the South EMU Station, and then saw a thin and slightly obscene man greeting Meng Fan from a distance.

Meng Caiwei seemed to have discovered something: "You still say that you don't like boys! Wu Tong is a disguise, right?"

Meng Fan was completely speechless.

Meng Caiwei saw that it was not Wu Tong, and she didn't say hello forward, turned around and left.

If it's a girl, she has to take care of it, and if it's a boy, go free to love!

Of course, Meng Caiwei just said that, how could she really think so.

......

"Adapted into a comic?"

Meng Fan and the sleepy master chatted for a few words after meeting and then got to the point, after listening to what the sleepy master said, he was quite surprised: "You mean to let me adapt your "Underground Spirit"? I don't have any experience in adapting comics before, I just drew illustrations, are you a little too high on me?"

"You're a professional!" The sleepy man looked like a matter of course, "Besides, you're good at drawing! To tell you the truth, before you, I found a lot of illustrators to help me draw illustrations, and even found someone to help me make amic changes, but it's really a sad thing that the painting style is wrong." ”

took a sip of Pepsi Happy Water, and motioned to Meng Fan to listen to himself: "Your painting style is very appetizing to me, and you know and understand this novel." Many of your illustrations have drawn all the picture sense I have come up with, this is so rare, completely to my appetite! So, the first thing I thought of after I got back the copyright of the manga was you, and it must be you!"

"The plot of the manga, if you eat accurately, of course, I will hand it over to you, if you need help, I can give you a few scripts here, and I will also participate in the manga. In addition, if necessary, I will also assign you two assistants to help you with coloring or something. ”

"You can choose to take a share of the manuscript fee plus an additional manuscript fee, including the subscription after the comic is launched, publishing, etc., or directly quote a price, you can do it. ”

"Anyway, I just want you...... Master painting!"

Meng Fan spoke: "Wait, wait." This is a scriptwriter, an assistant, and a casual offer, so I ask if writing novels is so profitable now? Or do you have a mine at home?"

The sleepy master was stunned for a moment, and gave a thumbs up: "I rely on you who even know that I have a mine at home!"

Meng Fan was also stunned: "Nima won't really have it, right?"

The sleepy man laughed: "I am Mengzi, and there are indeed several mines at home." ”

Meng Fan was shocked: "Nima! No wonder you dare to update like this! It turns out that you are a second-generation mine!"

The sleepy master was very modest: "Three generations." ”

Meng Fan asked: "You are so open to me that you are not afraid that my lion will open his mouth?"

The sleepy master was very serious this time: "As long as the manga feels right, it won't be a problem." Otherwise, I wouldn't have to take the copyright back and check it myself. Leave it to the website, it must be the best choice, and the website will also help me find the most suitable cartoonist, but I can't guarantee that it feels right. ”

"Being rich is capricious!" Meng Fan couldn't help but sigh, pondered for a moment, thought about it seriously, and gave his own answer, saying, "Because I also have a comic to prepare to draw, so, I have to go back and think about it." How about giving me some time and getting back to you in a week at the latest?"

"Reliable!"

The sleepy man snapped his fingers.

I don't know if he is particularly positive about anything except code words, or if Meng Fan really has an appetite for him, the sleepy master was stunned and chatted with Meng Fan for more than two hours before leaving with the sketch.

After a while, Wu Tong came in advance, chatting and waiting for the train to Hangzhou, which was naturally comfortable for Meng Fan, and he arrived in Hangzhou smoothly after getting on the train. Naturally, there are not so many bloody things to happen, at most, it is to meet two bear children from time to time to fight a few times, fortunately the parents of the bear children are not bear parents.

Back at school, Meng Fan helped Wu Tong take his luggage downstairs to the girls' dormitory, a little reluctant, and returned to the boys' dormitory full of joy.

Before they came back, Meng Fan put his things in the bedroom, and then went to the studio with the painting tube on his back.

Use the rest of the afternoon to fill in all the illustrations that have been delayed.

After dinner, he didn't go to the studio, nor did he run, but took a taxi directly to West Lake, and the night tour task still had to be brushed, however, he didn't broadcast live tonight, and he wore a hat the whole time, and sat in the corner of the scenic spot in turn, not in a daze, but with the script given by Xing Tage before.

The comic change of the sleepy master has not decided whether to accept it or not for the time being, and this cartoon by Xing Tage must be drawn.

There is a script, 3 points have been added to the drawing skills, and 1 point has been added to the imagination, and the conditions for creating a comic are more mature.

After thinking about it, Meng Fan is not going to create comics directly, but to find a sassy angle, preparing to draw several storyboards in the script in the way of illustrations first, and draw them separately one by one, which is naturally the experience of brushing up on [illustrators] first-Meng Fan is not sure whether the content of the comics can be judged as illustrations by the system-and then connect them in series and modify them slightly, which is the first few words of the comics!