In the morning, at Wang Ming's house. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He ushered in an unexpected person.

Xiaoyuan appeared silently outside Wang Ming's studio, and the expression on his face looked very weird.

Liu Zhuyan, who had just come out of the kitchen, was startled when she saw Madoka's appearance, "Madoka, what are you doing here?" ”

Liu Zhuyan knows Madoka. She and Madoka's aunt teach at the same school, and they will mention her when chatting, and sometimes they will meet at school and say hello, which is considered familiar.

"Aunt Liu, it's you," Xiaoyuan patted her chest, which was not too small, and an embarrassed look flashed on her face, and said, "It's the first time I've come to the house, and I don't know what to say." ”

In the studio, Wang Mingzheng was engrossed in drawing comics, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, the brush in his hand swiped rapidly, and in less than 20 minutes, he drew a picture.

Madoka had been standing here for almost an hour, she had never seen such a fast cartoonist, and she wanted to laugh when she looked at the bitter gourd face of her predecessors. I only need to make a phone call, and the manuscript can be delivered on the same day, obviously the painting is so good, and so diligent, in my impression, this is the first.

In the past month or so, although Xiaoyuan has not had much communication with Wang Ming, she has not been idle, working hard to enrich herself and asking her seniors for experience. She didn't want to be poked in the back.

Madoka doesn't understand, why did he tear up all the drawings he drew and throw them on the ground, isn't he satisfied? If you're not satisfied, why don't you revise the comic draft, why not draw a storyboard?

The studio is well-lit, not far away, so that Xiaoyuan can clearly see every picture drawn by Wang Ming, and every picture he tears up is an original manuscript.

If the author of the novel can write a book without a draft, Madoka Shin. Because she knows that there are indeed some people in the fiction industry, who claim to be Internet writers, and they don't even need an outline for their writing, and they let their ideas run wild. But comics are different from novels, an original manuscript, first of all, you need to divide the size of each plot area, before you start writing, you also need to think about what you need to draw in this area, how to add dialogue in the blank space, how to match the actions and expressions of the characters, and how the scenery should appear harmonious, these need to be planned in advance, not something that can be thought of with a pat on the head.

But today, this truth, which she once thought she had, was shattered by the sixteen-year-old boy in front of her. I have to admit that there are geniuses in this world, far beyond what I imagined.

If Wang Ming's composition ability is so strong, then his results will definitely be among the best, maybe he is still the champion of some province and city, Xiao Yuan thought so.

Pulling Liu Zhuyan, the two came to the living room, and Xiaoyuan asked, "Aunt Liu, what are the usual grades of Teacher Qingbai?" ”

Wang Ming's achievements are a pain in Liu Zhuyan's heart.

She used to think that this kid was not strong in learning, but his recent performance has slapped his face hard, if his learning ability is not strong, he can get today's results?

"His grades were not good, he didn't get into high school, and we paid a lot of money to go to art school." Liu Zhuyan picked up the remote control on the side and turned on the air conditioner, the floor-mounted air conditioner in the living room was extremely powerful, and the sound of dirt was not small.

Hurriedly turned off the air conditioner, Liu Zhuyan said embarrassedly: "The sound is a little loud, it's not good to disturb their father and son's work." ”

Madoka nodded, pulled up her sleeves, her white arms were exposed to the air, and when the wind blew, a thin layer of goosebumps stood up, and her little face was flushed like an apple.

Rubbing her hands, Liu Zhuyan turned on the TV and lowered her voice: "It's all my fault, if only I had discovered that this kid had this potential earlier." As long as he works hard, there is nothing he can't do. ”

She defines Wang Ming's success as hard work and talent.

Madoka thinks so too. He is a genius buried by the world, the world says that "success is equal to 99% sweat and 1% inspiration", and he is a genius of hard work, why should such a person not succeed, why should he suffer this kind of suffering, why should he be banned from his works......

Although I learned from the editor-in-chief that Wang Ming was going to create a new comic, did the cartoonist really have two ready-made stories in his mind? Even if it's a genius, it's impossible. So far, although Wang Ming's world is only in the present world, judging from some of the information revealed in the story, he has set the worldview and composition of the whole work, can he really do it?

His works were blocked, the entire publishing house was uncomfortable, whether it was sales or honor, this is an insult that has never been encountered since the founding of the Four Seasons Society, as a Four Seasons person, she will never allow anyone to destroy her home.

She came over today just to see the story of Teacher Qingbai. After seeing Teacher Qingbai tearing up the original manuscript page by page, she knew that Teacher Qingbai must be very uncomfortable now, so she chose not to bother.

Madoka's heart was full of worries. Suddenly, he patted his cheek vigorously with both hands, and then looked at the TV. Now I am still very immature, and I can't help anything, so it's better to watch TV first and pay attention to the current news, in case I catch the opportunity to make a comeback.

"Hello audience, welcome to the new trend of comics, I am your host, my name is Zhang Xuan. The one sitting next to me is the guest we invited today, he is He Mingxu, the Minister of Culture of our demon capital, I think the audience must want to know why I invited him today, right? Okay, without further ado, let's get down to business. ”

The TV is playing a talk show on the Magic City Entertainment Channel, but the characters that appear in the show make Madoka faintly worried.

"As we all know, comics are aimed at teenagers, so we need comics to establish a correct outlook on life and values for the next generation. Some time ago, two junior high school teenagers held knives and fires in the school, resulting in one death and one injury, which affected the hearts of parents and friends. Here, I would like to ask Minister He, what do you think about this matter? ”

"Yesterday, the General Administration of Culture of the capital sent a letter to the cultural bureaus of all provincial capitals, which introduced the matter in detail. After research, we found that these two teenagers caused this tragedy because they read the comic "Grim Reaper" and learned the above moves, which I regret very much. I don't think it's anyone's business, but I'm just asking the cartoonists to stop ...... children."

"Smack." The TV was turned off by Liu Zhuyan, turned his head to Xiao Yuan and smiled: "Let's not watch TV, making noise will affect their work." ”

"Bang-"

Just as Madoka's head was halfway there, a loud bang was heard, and a figure came down from the upper floor.

"Found it, I finally found it!"

Wang Ming's voice made the two people sitting in the living room stand up and look at the sketch in Wang Ming's hand together.

"I'm finally able to control my emotions perfectly!"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

……