It was Song De who was talking to Hei Mo, he was on duty today, and he had just finished cleaning the classroom and chatting with Hei Mo who was sitting in the last row. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the basement where Dark Mo lives, although there is a computer, it is a dilapidated second-hand laptop, and it is okay to watch movies and check information in time, and there is no way to play online games at all.

Since being reborn, after all, two lives, Heimer's desire for success has long since overcome the game, and his interest in the game has dropped to the extreme.

The so-called things gather by like, people by groups, Song De's academic performance is similar to Heimo, he is at the bottom of the class, and he is also the bottom student in the school. And in the original world line, Song De was even more playful than Hei Mo, and in the end he didn't even get into college.

Song De looked at Hei Mo reading a book, and suddenly smiled: "You love to study recently, and you even read physics books, do you still want to excel in the exam?" ”

According to the physical level of the blackboard before it was reborn, it is easy to achieve the admission qualification of ordinary colleges and universities, that is, the passing evaluation, which is why Song De is so strange.

Hei Mo didn't hide it, and said, "That's right, I just want to take the test for excellent recognition." ”

"Do well in the exam?" Song De didn't seem to be joking when he saw Heimo, and said suspiciously: "Is there a mistake, could it be that you still want to be admitted to a prestigious university?" Crazy. ”

If you don't take the entrance examination to a prestigious university, for the vast majority of second-class students, you only need to pass the level exam.

Hei Mo smiled faintly: "People are not crazy, they are young people in vain." ”

This sentence happened to be heard by Xiao Qiao, the squad leader who was passing by nearby, and she said with a smile: "If you want to be admitted to a prestigious university, unless you can study hard every day like Yu Bo, it will be impossible at all." ”

When Xiao Qiao said this, several people on the side looked at Hei Mo one after another, their eyes full of surprise.

Although there are several famous college students in the county No. 1 middle school every year, with Hei Mo's current bottom-to-bottom results in the whole grade, it is a joke to be admitted to a famous university.

But listening to Heimo's tone and serious face, there was no joke at all.

Yu Bo, ranked second in the school and the first in the class, is a veritable scholar.

It is precisely because of his unnatural performance that in the second year of high school, the head teacher designated him to replace the deputy class president who originally transferred to the school and became the new deputy class president.

In fact, in the entire high school grade, Yu Bo's fame was quite big, even higher than Tang Lengxuan, who was the first in the grade.

When Yu Bo was in his first year of high school, among the more than 2,000 students of the same grade in the school, his academic performance ranked about 800, but after only two semesters, he surpassed countless people and became the second in the whole grade, which is a typical student struggle.

Every time the school holds a mobilization meeting about learning, it will tell Yu Bo's deeds again, and even the younger students in the lower class know his name.

Yu Bo, affectionately known by other classmates, is someone else's child.

But today, Hei Mo actually wants to work hard like Yu Bo, which is completely different from his original style of messing around.

Su Mengqing also heard what Hei Mo said behind him, and he really wanted to treat him as another person.

"Okay, okay, the next black scholar, I'm a scumbag, so I won't bother you with your old study."

Song De patted Hei Mo's shoulder in a joking tone, returned to his original position, and didn't take what Hei Mo said seriously, thinking that he was just three minutes hot, and he would be tired of studying in two days.

Three minutes of heat, everyone has had this thing, and several other students also felt that Hei Mo was just talking, although he had some aftertaste in his heart, but he basically didn't believe it.

Only Su Mengqing believed it, because she could see a serious momentum in Hei Mo's eyes.

Su Mengqing turned around and whispered to Hei Mo: "Do you really want to be admitted to a prestigious university?" ”

"If you don't try, who knows if you can get in."

"Hearing you say that, it seems that I should also give up writing light novels. When I was younger, I always dreamed of growing up to be a famous novelist, but now it seems like an impossible fantasy. ”

Hei Mo understands that Su Mengqing's true talent has been forgotten by the world, otherwise she would not have to take the college entrance examination at all, and she would be able to be admitted to a famous art college.

In fact, Hei Mo still doesn't know why Su Mengqing chose to write novels instead of painting works of art. Her artistic talent could not be limited to drawing comics, but in this worldline, she completely abandoned this route.

For example, you are a computer whiz and you are working on the computer every day to calculate those super complex program formulas. But on the other side of the world, you're a chemist who probably doesn't even know a little bit about computers.

The world is so strange that no one can tell.

Seeing that class was about to start, Heimo also began to study his homework. The physics grade exam is just around the corner, and the current course is basically four physics classes a day, plus four self-study classes, and all the other main and secondary courses have been stopped, all of which are serving physics.

When it was time for the self-study class, Hei Mo stretched out his hand to make Su Mengqing turn around and start chatting with her.

"I read the light novel you showed me last time, and now I can return it to you."

"Oh." Su Mengqing took the notebook in which he wrote the novel, and chuckled: "How is it written?" ”

The two world lines add up, Su Mengqing has been a classmate of Hei Mo for eleven years, and her character Hei Mo also knows it in her heart, and she is not interested in those sweet words of compliments.

Hei Meng commented sincerely: "The shortcomings of the novel you wrote are a bit serious, if you want to be famous, I'm afraid it's impossible." ”

"Sure enough, it seems that writing light novels is really not for me."

Hei Mo shook his head and explained: "Although the story you wrote is very old-fashioned, the details of the scene are very well grasped, although it is not suitable for the development of online articles, it does not mean that it is not suitable for other aspects." ”

"Well, what do you mean by that?"

Hei Mo couldn't tell Su Mengqing about the comic for a while, so he started to draw a four-panel comic for her.

This kind of philosophical problem is very difficult to explain.

Just as Chinese people like to eat with chopsticks, while Europeans and Americans like to eat with knives and forks, neither side can understand their own living habits, and until now, hundreds of years later, both sides have not unified their thinking.

Hei Mo's painting level is a bit low, but his speed is quite fast, and he soon drew a simple scene in the Oolong Courtyard with a gourd.

Su Mengqing took it and looked at it, and said with a smile: "It's interesting, what are you doing with these?" ”

"I mean, can you think differently and draw all the novels you want to write, and of course, use computer graphics."

"Draw a novel with a pen? Wouldn't it take a long time for someone to watch it? ”

A scene that can be described in three lines in a novel doesn't take long. However, when converted into comics, it may be possible to draw several background pictures, but for those who are not proficient, it will take several days.

This kind of thankless thing, of course, Su Mengqing will have doubts in his heart again.

However, as part of the two-dimensional culture, comics are also an indispensable key factor, and they must be allowed to emerge in this world.

Heimo knew what he was capable of, and no matter how many ideas he had, he wouldn't be able to accomplish this.

One person can't change the world.

If you want to revitalize the second dimension, you can't do it without an experienced group, and Su Mengqing is the first person chosen by Heimo.

Her almost miraculous talent for drawing is sure to be put to good use.