Lingyu doesn't sound like a martial arts, but like an item that will appear in Xianxia. ⊙√ Eight ⊙√ Eight ⊙√ Read ⊙√ Books, 2 ● 3o ≥

However, Guan Lang can also understand that the system on his body is obviously like a patchwork of inferior game systems, and he can't be too demanding on it.

Therefore, there will be some items that do not match the style of painting, which is also common sense.

After all, their own system is indeed a bit inferior.

After lunch, Guan Lang had to rush home to feed Qianqiu cat food.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Chiaki lying on her side on the floor in front of the door, writhing like a ball of cat cakes.

Guan Lang covered his nose and entered the house, it is estimated that Qianqiu was crazy at home during the day, and there were its soft and slender white hairs everywhere.

Guan Lang turned on the air purifier and used the vacuum cleaner to suck the hair on the floor, sofa, and chair clean.

Since you have a cat at home, the problem of shedding is inevitable.

In fact, not only on the furniture, Guan Lang often has some hair on his body that has fallen off for a long time, and he sometimes doesn't bother to take care of it, so he turns a blind eye and goes to school with a body of hair.

He didn't really care much about this trouble, after all, it was expected that he would have some extra work if he decided to have a pet.

His patience is quite good, at least he will not buy a pet with the same enthusiasm as many young people who have just graduated and live alone, and then he can't stand the trouble of raising a pet after a few days, and he will give the pet away or resell it.

Guan Lang took a cold shower, carried Qianqiu into the room and read the recipe book, and silently wrote down a few recipes that he thought were good in his notebook.

I'll try again another day when I have time.

I went to the balcony to check the situation of the home-brewed soy sauce, added some salt, warm water and pollen, stirred for two or three minutes, and resealed the lid of the small jar. + ∧ eight + ∧ eight + ∧ reading + ∧ book, ※ →o

After doing all this work, it was almost time for him to go to class again.

In the evening, I clocked in and returned home after class without any danger.

Guan Lang browsed the manuscript letter in the mailbox again after a long absence.

He has been spending too much money recently, and he has been eating his old book, and it just so happens that this week's weekly tasks don't seem to be the kind that takes a lot of time, so Guan Lang plans to take more orders and replenish the small treasury he has been allocating.

Guan Lang slowly checked his emails and deleted the expired emails.

After screening a round, there are a few lists with good returns in hand.

Guan Lang hesitated, he planned to receive two drafts this week, and the selection criteria were of course based on the level of the draft.

One of them doesn't take too much time, just draw an avatar for a two-dimensional anchor who makes fun of fish, five hundred yuan, and a few hours of work.

However, the other order made him a little tangled and didn't know whether to take it, which was the outsourcing of gacha game roles from a mobile game company.

This kind of two-dimensional gacha game has always been produced like an assembly line, and thanks to the recent explosion of today's Yuanzhou, many small game companies have also imitated the production of similar tower defense gacha games.

The manuscript fee given by the game company is 10,000 per character, and Guan Lang is of course more satisfied with this remuneration.

However, this list is still a bit special, the game's production company Yanhui Network bought the copyright of a farming witch online text to adapt it into a mobile game, and wanted to rely on the popularity of the online text and the relatively mature story background and world view, in the current powerful gacha game market to get a piece of the pie, but because Yanhui Network is an emerging game company, their art staff is relatively scarce, so they choose to outsource some roles to some mature commercial artists.

This means that if Guan Lang wants to draw a character that meets the reader's design, he has to read the million-word online article.

Guan Lang didn't read the online articles, when he was in high school, he also used the physical books bought by his classmates to read those popular online articles, such as Ma Po Sky and Bullfighting Continent.

Of course, it's only limited to these few books, he hasn't read much, and the only one who has finished reading Ma Po Sky doesn't give him a good sense of substitution, because the protagonist is just an ordinary-looking teenager.

The most important thing is that he doesn't read books fast, so he is a little hesitant.

Guan Lang finally took the order, and the hero must also bend his waist for five buckets of rice, after all, he wants to have just the right meal, as for the online article, he tried his best to read it at a glance.

I just hope that the protagonist of that book can be more beautiful.

Guan Lang sighed, the lack of a sense of substitution can greatly affect the reading experience.

Walking into the studio, Guan Lang decided to draw the first list with a small amount of work first.

communicated with the female anchor on WeChat, Guan Lang understood the other party's thoughts, the image she asked for was an orange, and because of her delicate voice, the image of the best avatar must reflect the feeling of Lori of a small jasper.

Guan Lang looked at the few gestures she sent to the anime characters and said that there was no problem at all.

At his level, it is very simple to draw a high-level avatar that a layman like the other party can't find fault.

"Little brother aria, you have to draw beautifully, because people are good-looking anchors! And it's better to draw faster, people have to go with a two-dimensional anchor the day after tomorrow!"

"Hmm. ”

Guan Lang replied succinctly.

Although he doesn't understand what the relationship between the appearance anchor and a bought two-dimensional avatar is, he is just a painter, and this issue is not within the scope of his consideration.

I don't know if he heard it wrong, he seems to have heard a young grandmother in the background of the WeChat voice sent by the other party.

Maybe it's a young mother who lives with her mother-in-law, and the child may be calling their grandmother.

It's really hard, people who become mothers have to come out for a live broadcast and start a business again.

It's not easy for people nowadays to make money. Guan Lang sighed with emotion, and felt even more that he had to work hard.

didn't waste time, Guan Lang took advantage of the hour or two before going to bed to draw a detailed draft of the avatar of the two-dimensional beauty anchor, and roughly filled in the color blocks.

Although the work is not yet complete, the figure in the painting is already beginning to take shape, a cute little girl with long orange hair, wearing a hairpin in the shape of a sliced orange on her head, and two eyes that sparkle like two crystal clear citrines.

At twelve o'clock, Guan Lang took off his headphones, stopped working on time, and found time to paint during the rest of the day, and the work should be combined with work and rest, so as to paint a satisfactory painting.

Walking out of the living room, the headlights in the living room have been turned off, a small lamp emits a faint light, and the eyes of Qianqiu, who is climbing the cat, glow faintly like ghost fire.

Guan Lang took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and drank it all in one gulp.

"Qianqiu, go to bed early, don't play too late. ”

No wonder he would use night owls to describe people who stay up late to sleep, Guan Lang looked at it with a full face, bouncing, and seemed to want to play with him, and smiled softly.

Walk to the floor-to-ceiling windows, open the curtains, and the silver and white light blue moonlight enters the hall.

He sat down on the chaise longue and lay down, and Chiaki also jumped on Guan Lang's stomach like a little tail.

Guan Lang snorted and rubbed his stomach.

"Silly cat, you're so heavy!"11