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The three Japanese people, surnamed Yamamoto, Koizumi and Matsushita, gathered together and chatted, presumably about their paintings.

Yamamoto: "My manga is so good, why doesn't anyone read it?" ”

Koizumi: "What subjects do you paint?" ”

Yamamoto: "Detective, one person dies in every episode of my manga, it's very exciting to watch! ”

Panasonic: "What's so exciting about dying one in one episode, I drew a bumpy man fighting a little monster, and one episode of dying a city person." ”

Yamamoto: "You drew Ultraman?" ”

Matsushita: "No, I'm painting a bump man!" ”

Koizumi: "What's there in the dead city, I drew a doomsday comic, the C virus broke out in the whole day, and all the Japanese people became zombies, and then the protagonist became the king of zombies!" ”

Panasonic: "That's good! Is there a harem? ”

Koizumi: "Of course there are, there are countless zombie girls!" ”

Seeing that the three of them were chatting happily, the Asian man with glasses who didn't know his nationality also talked to the black man on the side, the black man was listening to music with headphones, and his body writhed with the rhythm of the music from time to time. ”？

The conversation was in English, of course, and the Asians were humane, and then asked the black man what the cartoon was.

Negro: "Do you want to know! That's great! I can send you a set, my comic is about the poignant love story of two black men who are booming! ”

"......" Asian man felt the chrysanthemum tighten.

The black cartoonist continued: "Despite the opposition of their families and the eyes of the world, they resolutely fell in love and united. ”

"And then?" When the Asian man took the initiative to talk to someone, he was embarrassed to say that he didn't want to hear it, and it was too dirty for his ears.

The more the black man said, the more excited he became: "And then they all got AIDS. ”

"......" the Asian man was speechless.

The three Japanese people also heard it, and they approached with great interest.

Panasonic looked excited: "Oh oh! The love between men and women is so interesting! ”

Yamamoto: "But why is the main character black?" ”

Koizumi: "You're stupid! The author is black! ”

Asian men saw that they were chatting so vigorously about this kind of topic, and felt that their three views were instantly crooked: "Is it not normal for me to like women?" ”

He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the terrible thought, "No! I'm going to talk to a normal person. ”

In order to keep his chrysanthemum, he has to leave this horrible group of people.

Turning slowly, he saw a dark-skinned young man wearing sunglasses sitting motionless at the table.

He wanted to go up and talk, but found this man even stranger. Today is the comic book exhibition, and the cartoonists who come to the exhibition, both new and old, will bring their works to show everyone.

And this one came in halfway, but didn't bring his own comics. When he arrived, he placed a strange thing on his desk, a thick stack of blank A4 paper in front of him, and a pen in his hand.

What is this for? Is it a picture? It's not that easy to draw comics!

There are dozens of tools. First of all, the pencil is used to draw the sketch, the dipping pen is used to draw the outline, and the brush is used to color a large area.

Then there must be erasers and correction liquids to modify when drawing mistakes, and even famous cartoonists dare not say that their comics do not need to be revised once they are finalized.

Needless to say, the triangular ruler is used to make grids, and rulers of other shapes are used to assist in painting, which can save a lot of time.

Dotted paper, which is even more indispensable, is used to use gray tones, only black and white without gray scale comics is difficult to see, commonly used dot paper has "gray net", "gradient net" two kinds.

There are many other tools, so drawing comics is a complicated job. Not to mention a single book, even a chapter often takes a week or two or more to complete.

The five people at this booth all brought their own one-line books, not to mention only one book, but it took them a lot of time and effort.

Wang Ling only has a pen in his hand, and the paper is not a special paper for comics, but an ordinary A4 paper. It's not that Wang Lingzhen is so picky and reluctant to buy special paper, but he doesn't understand it at all.

So when the Asian man saw this scene, he was also very surprised, and he thought that Wang Ling was just a beginner who didn't understand anything.

He sighed and thought to himself, "Beginners also come to participate in this kind of international comic exhibition, there is really no money to spend!" Let this master guide you! ”

The Asian glasses man has just taken a step, Wang Ling has already begun to write, his pen flashes on the A4 paper, and the tip of the pen changes the thickness of the line and the depth of the color according to his thoughts.

The vivid image of Little Wukong jumps on the paper, and then reaches the projector through the transmission of the pen, and is radiated by the projector.

The man with glasses seemed to have been immobilized, and he was fixed in place and couldn't move, he saw a painting slowly appear above Wang Ling's head, this painting appeared out of thin air, as if there was an invisible hand painting in the void, and the stroke by stroke was formed in the air without the slightest modification, and the speed was extremely fast, and the cover was drawn in a short time.

"Hand of God?! The god of comics?! The glasses man's eyes were about to pop out, and he almost broke his glasses.

The three Japanese Benes and the Negroes also found out, and they slowly approached.

Koizumi, who was more courageous, reached out and touched the painting in the air, and passed through it without touching anything.

The black brother was tall and far-sighted, and he was the first to spot Wang Ling who was painting wildly with a pen, he patted Panasonic beside him, and pointed at Wang Ling.

"Holographic projection?!" Panasonic exclaimed.

Panasonic is engaged in the development of high-tech audio-visual and home appliances, TVs, VCRs, projectors, refrigerators, air conditioners are their main products, 20 years ago once dominated the Japanese benzene market, although it is now declining, but the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, as a member of the Panasonic family, this vision is still there.

"Isn't holographic projection just in movies? Has it been developed now? Yamamoto asked.

"As far as I know, not yet. At least not in our country! Matsushita replied.

"Look at the cartoons he draws, the painting style is really good!" Koizumi shifted the subject to comics.

Panasonic: "Yes! The painting style is so delicate! ”

Yamamoto: "You can draw manga with just a pen!" No other tools at all, no modifications, how did he do it? ””

Koizumi: "Oh my God, he doesn't use a ruler to play the lattice, he draws so straight, I'm not dazzled, right?" ”

Black brother: "The lines are thick and thin, black, white, gray and light and dark, and the speed is still so fast, the master of the masters!" ”

The Asian man with glasses finally came back to his senses and leaned in: "It's not as simple as a master, have any of you ever seen a comic like this, or do you know anyone who can draw like this?" ”

The three Japanese brothers and the black brothers from the United States shook their heads in unison without even thinking about it.

While they were talking, Wang Ling had already drawn the first picture of the content and was filling in the narration and dialogue.

"This is Chinese!!" The Asian glasses man was excited, it turned out that he was also Chinese, but he was just a cartoonist from Xiangjiang, China, whose real name was Huang Yulang.

Huang Croaker Langdan's dream is to revitalize domestic comics, and his painting skills are not bad, although he is still very immature in the eyes of famous artists.

He took his comics and begged for help, but when Nai was unlucky, he hadn't published a single comic yet.

This time, I came to Japan to participate in the comic exhibition because I wanted to find a Bole for my comics, but who knew that he was arranged in this corner where there were few people.

Wang Ling's dialogue is written in Chinese Traditional, because most of the manga fans here are Japanese Ben. In Asia, in addition to Chinese traditional Chinese, many countries such as South Korea and Japanese benzene also use Chinese characters, and Japanese benzene is a compulsory course for them, although there are differences in grammar, but the general meaning can be understood.

The holographic projection is worthy of being an eye-catching artifact, and as soon as it appeared, it attracted the attention of passing comic fans, and everyone was just curious at first, how could there be comics in the void, or was it drawn.

"Where is the projection? Why is there no curtain? ”

"That guy is drawing, exactly like this one!"

"Is that one on his desk a projector?"

"I guess so."

"Has the technology reached this level now? There is such a projector, it's so cool that I don't have friends! ”

"I don't know if there's a place to buy one, I really want one!"

Slowly, as Wang Ling drew faster and faster, and drew more and more, the onlookers were gradually attracted by the content of the comics.

Ordinary manga fans are non-professionals, they don't care if you only draw with a pen, or if you modify it when you draw, they only care about whether the comics look good or not.

Wang Ling has entered a realm of selflessness at this time, drawing manga seems to be for his instinct, with his amazing memory, the content of Dragon Ball has been restored by him, and even surpasses the author of the original book, Akira Toriyama, in terms of drawing skills.

One, two, three, the more his hands were faster, so fast that it felt like it wasn't his hand, but a photocopier. It took Wang Ling less than three minutes to draw an average picture, and this inhuman speed stunned the five people behind him.

Dragon Ball has more than 500 words, more than 30 pages per sentence, deducting the table of contents and illustrations, and drawing at his speed, it also takes an hour and a half to draw a sentence.

The high-intensity painting was a great test of his mental and physical strength, but fortunately he prepared a flood of bulls, and he took a sip as soon as he felt that he was slowing down.

As time went on, the crowd gathered, and the fans of the manga in the second exhibition hall basically gathered around. Ten circles inside and ten circles outside surrounded the booth in this corner.

Fortunately, the height of Wang Ling's projection is high enough, and everyone can see it when they raise their heads slightly.

The fans of the comics are gone, and the newcomer cartoonists in the same exhibition hall are of course very dissatisfied. It's good that it's close, you can see this spectacle when you look up, and the comics make them speechless whether it's drawing skills, plots, or the speed of painting, and the dissatisfaction in their hearts immediately disappears, who makes themselves inferior to others!

Those who were far away could not be seen, and they all came over to see what was going on, and they couldn't go away anymore, and they desperately squeezed in, trying to see which god was so good. Forced, one side of the eye but not off the holographic projection on the comics.

Since ancient times, literati have been inferior to each other, and the comic industry is similar, cartoonists naturally feel that they draw the best, and everyone else's is scum. Rookie cartoonists will be better, in the face of such a great god, they are basically in the spirit of learning.

"Which god is this, who actually ran to the second exhibition hall to compete with our newcomers for jobs?"

"That's awesome! If I can learn a trick and a half, I won't be able to go sideways in the comic world in the future! ”

"I must worship him as a teacher, you people are all out of the way for me!"