"A work of art in the manga world", this is the evaluation of manga created by Manhaku fans all over the world, and there is really nothing wrong with it.

In terms of storyboarding, because of the comic NAME as the foundation, there is no big problem, and the rhythm is also very good, with the already excellent plot, coupled with this style of painting that can be called a work of art, even Wang Hao, who has always been strict with true white, can't find any major flaws at this time.

"Congratulations, the original manuscript of this sentence is very good! It's really a big improvement compared to before, it's really amazing!"

Wang Hao didn't hesitate to give a thumbs up to Zhenbai, and didn't skimp on his praise, because he knew how much effort the other party had put in for it.

Hearing this, Shiina Mashiro's face turned imperceptibly red, although it was only a slight change for a moment, but Wang Hao could feel an obvious happy mood.

After getting along with Zhenbai for so long, Wang Hao is already very good at capturing the emotions that this child usually exudes, even if most of the time the expression on the other party's face will still be as indifferent as usual, but he can still analyze nine times out of ten.

"Hao. ”

Shiina Mahaku blinked, stretched out his little hand and grabbed the corner of Wang Hao's clothes, as if he was coquettish, it is better to say that this is the "true white" coquettishness, which makes it difficult to understand what the other party wants to express.

Seeing the other party like this, Wang Hao shook his head helplessly, he really couldn't resist this kind of coquettishness of Zhenbai, so he had to smile bitterly and stretched out his hand towards Shiina Zhenbai's little head, rubbed it gently, and said: "Yo Xi Yo Xi, Zhen Bai is really like a child in this regard." ”

Originally, Wang Hao thought that the other party had grown to the point where he could not be taught, but he didn't expect to have such a childish side, but he didn't hate it, or he was still a little happy, because the true white he knew was still the same as before, and he was still as well-behaved as before.

And in the next second, something unexpected happened, Shiina Mashiro suddenly broke away from Wang Hao's hand, took a step back slightly, and frowned with an indifferent expression on his face and said, "Hao, I'm no longer a child." ”

Before Wang Hao could react, Shiina Mahaku turned around and picked up the original manuscript and left the room, leaving only a burst of fragrance on Wang Hao's face that was already dazed.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly heard a loud clicking sound in his heart, which was the sound of heartbreak.

Hao:??????????

A whole bunch of question marks suddenly appeared above his head, who could tell him what was going on now, why did things turn out the way they were, and what happened to the little angel-like Mashiro?

Wang Hao now has a lot of questions and is about to make up a book of 100,000 whys, because the blow is too great, he now feels an indescribable tiredness all over his body, so he lies on the bed with a sigh, staring at the ceiling blankly.

"Mashiro is growing up, too......"

Recalling what Zhenbai said just now, Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh, and began to reflect on himself that he should also pay attention to one thing in the future, and he couldn't continue to treat the other party as a child.

A breeze blew in from the window, gently blowing on Wang Hao, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and suddenly had the idea of lying down like this and not wanting to move.

"No, we can't be so decadent now!"

Thinking that Mahaku has begun to grow gradually unconsciously, he must continue to work harder.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao resolutely got up, regained his spirits, and muttered to himself: "In short, let's re-set the next arrangements first!"

Now he is almost out of breath under the pressure of a lot of things, and there is no way to escape, so the only way to reorganize these things is to make a good plan.

As long as things are sorted out, the whole person will be much easier.

After sitting back in the office chair, Wang Hao skillfully opened the computer file and found a schedule he made last time, but he didn't expect the plan to catch up with the changes, and the current changes have been so big that his previous plan was completely disrupted, so he had to delete it to the recycle bin, and then start editing again.

There's so much going on these days, but it can be divided by time and importance.

Thinking in his mind, his hands did not slow down, and his hands quickly tapped on the keyboard, and rows of words appeared on the screen.

A few minutes later, Wang Hao made a table of the recent arrangements, and sent the document to his mobile phone by the way, he personally liked this orderly arrangement.

It's like having an outline, and the rest is a lot easier.

Of course, there are also people who don't like to use this way.

In fact, with Wang Hao's memory, he can completely sort it out in his mind, but he has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder in this regard, so there is no way.

Hawkers, after all, forcing is bigger than heaven, and some things will make the whole person uncomfortable if they don't do them.

After sorting out these, Wang Hao began to find a lot of painting skills related to combat, which can be said to be his shortcoming, but he must make up for this shortcoming in the shortest possible time, and even definitely be better than other aspects!

There was very little time left for him, and he knew that he was a little anxious to do this, but he had to do it.

The reason is also very simple, because Dragon Ball's next main battle line is still the battle route, and the next opponent is still that Tomiyasu Yoshihiro, if you don't do it with the determination to die, I'm afraid you won't even have a 1% chance of winning.

Time passed quietly, and it wasn't until about two o'clock in the morning that Wang Hao stopped, and I don't know how many scrapped manuscripts there were on the ground, scattered in a mess.

He felt his head a little dizzy now, and he reached out and rubbed his eyes tiredly, knowing that he had to rest now.

Although his physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people, the high-intensity work for several hours in a row, whether in terms of mental or physical strength, has consumed too much.

The body is the capital of the revolution, Wang Hao knows this very well, even if he still wants to continue painting, but the body protests.

"Forget it, just wake up early tomorrow. ”

After Wang Hao sighed lightly, he turned around and lay directly on the bed, a strong sense of lethargy suddenly hit, he casually picked up the remote control next to him and pressed it, the light in the room was quietly extinguished, and he went directly to sleep without too much.

…………

In the unfamiliar space, it was pitch black as far as the eye could see, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"Where is this?"

Wang Hao frowned, he didn't like this feeling very much.

However, in the next second, a little starlight suddenly lit up all around, and the entire space was suddenly filled with all kinds of light.

Before Wang Hao was surprised, he found that the scene in front of him had changed again, and he suddenly came to a strange world that was a little familiar.