"The last vote, no bottom limit scumbag!"

Ma Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and Wang Ling also breathed a sigh of relief, after all, it was not the second place, and the skills were preserved. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Three people tied for first place? Fortunately, the task was finally completed.

When the voting results came out, it was obvious that Wang Ling's two votes were cast by Ma Rong and that Lao Mei, and none of the five Japanese benzene judges gave him a single vote.

The five Japanese benzene judges were also very embarrassed, they thought that if they didn't vote, others would vote, so no one found out that they didn't vote for Wang Ling, who knew that all five of them had such thoughts, and now they were all exposed, making them a little unable to get off the stage.

"Comic Con is compared to the comic itself, not painting skills, not fighting speed, everyone has a different vision, do you think this book is good, I think that book is good, it's also very normal!" A Japanese benzene judge exonerated himself.

"Is it tied for first place?" Another Japanese benzene judge asked.

"We don't have the saying that we are tied for first place at the comic book exhibition, and the prize money is not easy to share." The moderator replied.

"Is that going to be an overgame?" Wang Ling was silent for a long time, and finally spoke, "I will accompany you more than anything." ”

The rest of the contestants all had green faces when they heard his words, who wants to play with you! You're a pervert! And what is there to compare with perverts!

The fans inside and outside the venue also coaxed, collectively shouting for the game, and the voices of tens of thousands of people resounded in the sky, and the sound insulation of the selection room was faintly heard.

"What the master said just now is right, our comic exhibition is a comic, not a drawing skill, everyone brings a comic to the competition, and comics are a relatively time-consuming job, and it is impossible to draw a book on the spot, didn't DarkLord spend a day drawing five words."

"That's?" One contestant asked.

"The comics are still drawn for ordinary comic fans, and the second round of tie will be based on the votes of readers in the first round, so today's champion is Mr. DarkLord, congratulations!"

Ma Rong and the old beauty stood up and applauded Wang Ling, and some foreign reporters also applauded, but apart from them, none of the Japanese people in the entire selection room said anything.

The reporters knew that this was the first time that the first comic book exhibition ever held in Japan was not a Japanese man, although they were also amazed by Wang Ling's amazing painting skills, but they lost after all, and they were still Chinese. How happy they were.

Compared with them, the comic fans outside are much simpler, and when the host announced that Wang Ling had won, they all applauded.

Wang Ling stood up indifferently and bowed slightly, in fact, his heart was excited, not because of the first place in this small comic exhibition, but because his skills were indeed preserved, and there were mysterious rewards in the system.

"Hello Mr. DarkLord, your performance today is really wonderful, and now you have won the first place, is there anything you want to say to everyone?" After the host finished speaking, he handed the microphone to Wang Ling.

"Thank you to the fans who voted for me today, and to the judges who voted for me in the rematch, you gave the first place today. I will finish drawing the Dragon Ball, and the story behind it will be more exciting, and I will let everyone truly appreciate the charm of Dragon Ball. Wang Ling didn't want to do much, especially facing the camera, but today's number one is too important to chill the people who support him.

The faces of the five Japanese judges are ugly, and you mean that you don't thank the judges who didn't vote for you?

"Have you already thought about the rest of the story? How exciting is it? The moderator asked.

"Yes, the story is already in my head, and I can draw it whenever I have time. How exciting is it? That's ten times more exciting than it is now, and it will make people's blood boil. Wang Ling pointed to his head.

"Ten times? Can it really make people's blood boil? I'm looking forward to a manga that is so inextricably linked, and I'm sure all comic fans are looking forward to it too. ”

"Thank you again!"

There was thunderous cheering inside and outside the venue.

"Can't you really show us who you really are?" The host didn't give up, and wanted Wang Ling to take off his sunglasses.

"Can't!"

“……”

After the testimonial, the host asked Wang Ling to shake hands with the judges one by one.

Wang Ling's face was expressionless, and he shook it all the way, and the hands of him and the Japanese judges were separated by a touch, and both of them felt nauseous like eating flies, until he came to Ma Rong's face, the corners of his mouth rose, and a slight smile was revealed.

Although Ma Rong is an old-timer, he doesn't dare to take it big in front of him, and he is embarrassed to say anything encouraging and encouraging, no matter what aspect he is, he will surpass him a lot. Of course, he won't rely on the old and sell the old, and he will be bored.

"Master DarkLord, I'm amazed by your live painting today, it's amazing! The first is well deserved, but it's so much to look up to these people when you put them next to you. Ma Rong was full of praise.

"You're ridiculous!" Wang Ling is rarely modest.

They didn't talk too much, because there was still an old beauty waiting, how bad it was to leave people aside, people voted for themselves anyway.

This Lao Mei is different from the dead house cartoonist, her personality is more extroverted, and she speaks with a bit of hip-hop style, she has no master's demeanor at all, and is known as a ghost talent in the comic industry, "Hey, brother, you are really hot today, and the speed is really fast!" ”

"It can be twice as fast." Wang Ling said with a smile.

"Oh, buy Ga, twice as fast?! How? Lao Mei held her head in her hands and pulled her hair.

"Draw with both hands at the same time." Wang Ling's fluttering words made the old beauty's eyes widen, and the hair on her head was torn off by herself without realizing it.

Live broadcast is trouble, all kinds of formalism, and it is an award and a bonus, the bonus is not much, one million yen, one of ten thousand, it is a small stack, Wang Ling put the bonus into his pocket casually, and said to the host: "Can I go?" In a hurry! ”

"It doesn't matter to you, we will have a cartoonist exchange dinner later, you are today's man of the hour, how can you be missing!" The moderator said.

"Then I'll go to the toilet first, I can't hold it anymore." Wang Ling left the selection room under the pretext of urgency, "What kind of exchange dinner are the ghosts going to, what is there to communicate with you group of Xiaori Ben." ”

Just leave? Of course not, the outside is completely surrounded by enthusiastic comic book fans, and it is strange to just go out and leave the convention center.

When he got to the bathroom, he changed the shape of his sunglasses, which became larger than the original, covering half of his face, and took out a new coat from the space bag and changed it on. Then he swaggered out of the convention center.

Out of the convention and exhibition center, Wang Ling looked at his mobile phone, it was already more than five o'clock, he hadn't eaten at noon, although he drank a few bottles of Hongniu, but he was not hungry at all, and now his stomach was grunting with hunger.

Go to a random rotating sushi restaurant to make do with a meal, to not how much he likes to eat sushi, the key is that you don't need to order, you can eat whatever you want, and the waiter will give a sign after eating, with the amount of money you eat, and it's over with money.

After dinner, Wang Ling touched his belly and strolled through the streets of Tokyo, the original plan was to help his cousin bring a few Blu-ray discs, but in fact, he wanted to observe and learn from other people's combat experience.

"Didn't you hear that there are such video stores all over the street! Why didn't I see a single one after walking for a long time! ”

Walking and walking, Wang Ling came to Ginza, located in the Chuo Ward of Tokyo, which is the most prosperous commercial street in Tokyo, and is also listed as one of the world's three most prosperous centers along with the Champs-Elysées Avenue in Paris and Fifth Avenue in New York.

"It looks pretty good here, it looks very prosperous, I don't know if there is a video store." Wang Ling muttered to himself.

When he was tired of walking, he stopped to rest for a while, and happened to stand at the door of a high-class club, which has a large façade and a row of floor-to-ceiling glass, so that people can clearly see the situation in the hall inside.

The hall is very large, composed of several ring-shaped sofas, each sofa group has guests, many noble and revealing girls are drinking wine with the guests, and from time to time they hug each other.

"It's so embarrassing! The corruption and depravity of the Utama! He said so, but his eyes were wandering.

The waiter at the door also saw Wang Ling, this guy wearing sunglasses at night probed his brain at the door of the store, pretending to be black. Big brother of society, it's not a good thing at first glance.

However, the person who comes is a guest, and he can't judge people by his appearance, maybe it's a local tyrant.

The waiter's younger brother smiled professionally, walked up to Wang Ling, and asked in Japanese: "Hello sir, this store is one of the most famous clubs in Ginza, and all the girls in it are national colors and fragrances, do you want to come in and have a look?" ”

"The country is beautiful and fragrant? How I look at it in general. Wang Ling said in his heart, the women around him are all big beauties, and their eyes have naturally become higher, how can they look at these vulgar fans who accompany the wine.

Seeing that Wang Ling ignored him, the waiter continued: "If you think any girl is good, we still have customs services upstairs. He gestured to a large poster next to him.

Although Wang Ling couldn't understand what he said, and he couldn't understand what was written on the poster, he still knew the word customs, and with the pictures of the beauties that he had photoshopped on the poster, he instantly understood, as an old driver whose theory was greater than practice, how could he not understand.

Do you want to learn it? Forget it, it's all vulgar powder.

The waiter was still foaming at the mouth.

"No going, no going, next time, next time!" Seeing that he was so enthusiastic, Wang Ling hurriedly refused.

The waiter was suddenly stunned, "Are you from Huaxia?" ”

Seeing that Wang Ling couldn't understand, he asked in English: "Chinese?" ”

The waiter is not highly educated, but he still knows this English word.

Wang Ling nodded.

The waiter's face immediately changed, "We don't welcome Huaxia people here!" ”

Afraid that Wang Ling wouldn't understand, he pointed to the lower right corner of the poster again.