After a simple meal, Wang Hao began to go back to his room to continue working.

Originally, he wanted to go to the school in the morning to report, although he had already greeted the principal, but it was not a matter of not going to school for too long.

Of course, this is also because of the personal space, if he hadn't found the personal space before, he probably wouldn't have the time to continue going to school in the United States.

Wang Hao has been working in the portable space for a few days in a row, it can be said that a lot of work has been completed, and drawing comics has also encountered a bottleneck, if you stay at home and work hard, the ghost knows when the bottleneck will be broken.

The combination of work and rest is still very necessary, so he chooses to go to school to relax.

For Wang Hao now, going to school is really relaxing, in fact, relative to society, school can really be said to be a relaxed place, at most just study hard.

After entering the society, all kinds of complex interpersonal relationships and practical pressures will follow, and if you don't handle it well, it will be easy to finish, which is twice as difficult as sitting in the classroom and studying.

After most people enter the social work, they will miss the time in school, and the youth on campus can be described as one of the easiest times in a person's life.

It's a pity that it's almost ten o'clock now, he can't go to school at this point, it's too conspicuous to go now, he doesn't like to be so high-profile, he can only wait until noon, just enough to go to school with the day students.

The comic has fallen into a bottleneck, and Wang Hao does not plan to continue practicing for the time being, but begins to prepare for next week's serialized manuscript.

This time, the opponent is the famous Fujian Yoshihiro, so Wang Hao did not adopt the previous fast drawing method when painting, but calmed down and slowly made NAME.

In order to concentrate on his creation, he turned off all his electronic devices and locked the bedroom door, just because he was afraid that the outside world would affect him and make the sudden burst of inspiration disappear.

Time passed slowly, and there were more scraps on the ground, and he was still working on NAME.

Wang Hao sat on the chair and frowned, and the paintbrush in his hand did not fall on the paper for a long time, although it is said that he is taking the route of funny and combat now, but the plot is also not bad, and it is necessary to reasonably arrange the switch between comedy and battle, and whether to leave foreshadowing.

After thinking about it for a while, he finally chose to put pen to paper, and finally created the name of the comic.

"Something doesn't feel right with this storyboard......"

Wang Hao looked at the comic name in his hand and sighed lightly, he always felt that there was something wrong with the battle storyboard, but unfortunately this was the best storyboard he could come up with at the moment.

Making a manga name is like writing a detailed outline, and the next creation basically doesn't take much effort, because the idea has already been thought out in advance.

To use a simpler analogy.

If the manga was a stake before the name was made, it would be difficult to burn the stake as firewood.

In order to solve this problem, it is only necessary to split the stake into several pieces of firewood, and making a manga name is the step of splitting the stake into firewood.

Although the metaphor is a bit wonderful, it probably means that.

With the comic name, Wang Hao directly began to create the original manuscript, the pen is like a divine help, the thick and clear lines jump on the paper, it didn't take long for the characters and scenery to appear, and he is still drawing after the end of a grid!

Stroke after stroke, Wang Hao's expression at this time was extremely focused, and the whole person seemed to be isolated from the outside world, with only comics in his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but with the completion of the final steps, Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and then the whole person was slightly stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he also had a comic assistant, and he didn't have to do the final coloring and other tasks himself.

"Forget it, forget it......"

He smiled wryly and shook his head, it seemed that he had been a little overly focused just now, but now that the manuscript was completed, he was quite satisfied after checking it.

When I see Ayano Iida, I will take it to the other party to check it again, and I should be able to make some minor modifications.

Wang Hao stood up and stretched, put the manuscript away and put it in the drawer, raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, only to find that it was already more than 12 o'clock, and it was time to go to school to show up.

Putting on his long-lost college uniform, Wang Hao walked out of the room, and when he went to the first floor, he went to the refrigerator to get milk and bread, and lunch was fine.

With a slice of bread in his mouth, he hurried towards the underground parking room, which he shouldn't be late for if he drove there quickly.

When the black Maybach came out of the underground garage to soak up the sun, it didn't take long for it to disappear into place.

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After arriving at the school, Wang Hao parked the car in the nearby parking lot as he had done before, and when he got out of the car and looked in the rearview mirror, he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten the glasses he had been wearing when he went to school.

Of course, Wang Hao is not short-sighted, but he used to wear those glasses when he went to school, but now he is a little uncomfortable without glasses.

"Forget it, it shouldn't be much of a problem......

Now that it's all here, it's impossible for him to go back to get his glasses, Wang Hao thinks it doesn't matter if he takes it or not, after all, he is not short-sighted, but just a little uncomfortable.

After bypassing a few trails, I finally came to the gate of Seisaki Academy, and many students began to enter the school.

Seeing this, Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and walked in quickly.

It's just that what makes him a little concerned is that there seem to be a lot of people looking at him, and everyone is looking at him very strangely.

"Maybe it's a delusion, right?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao frowned slightly, thinking that others might not be looking at him, he didn't feel that he was strange, and he shouldn't attract the attention of so many people.

Although he thought so in his heart, Wang Hao continued to speed up his pace, and always felt that the atmosphere of today's school was not quite right compared with before!

Perhaps it was his delusion, Wang Hao now felt as if he had become an academic figure like Kasumigaoka Shiyu, and now he was attracting attention.

Is it because he is too handsome?

Wang Hao couldn't help but complain in his heart, he was really a little uncomfortable for a while, and this kind of gaze made him a little uncomfortable.

Although he is indeed handsome, it has not reached such an outrageous point, and he always feels that other people's eyes are looking at him as if they are looking at some rare animal, just like the giant panda in the neon zoo.

It was uncomfortable, and he was sure it wasn't a delusion.

No matter how fast he walked, Wang Hao always found that the eyes of others were staring at him, and he finally couldn't help but say directly: "@#%/¥...... Who can tell me what the hell is going on?!!"