Compared with those one-person clubs, there are already a lot of two members in the Ying Female Club, but Xiao Yu's one-person game production team is still a bit small. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhang Yao needs to be responsible for not only the character design, vertical painting and CG that Yunshang said, but also the background? What about the map? Anyway, she had to take care of all the painting-related things.

Even if it's an e-novel-style adventure game, it's a big question whether two people can be responsible, and although it's still a long time before the fanfair, it always feels like it's going to be pitted......

Yunshang is a little tendoned, and after the clapper is finalized, he immediately puts himself into the work like a chicken blood, if this enthusiasm is put into learning, another new student will be born, not the tail of the crane that temporarily crammed before the exam.

But in this way, Zhang Yao's ears are much cleaner, and she doesn't have to listen to her all the time, so she goes out with a small bag on her back when she is not paying attention.

In the past, Zhang Yao had never had the habit of carrying a backpack, and as a magician, she was even very puzzled by the behavior of a girl who couldn't leave her body, but now that she has become a girl, everything is suddenly clear, and this small bag is really inseparable.

This time I slipped out quietly not to be lazy, but after a week of submission, I finally got a response, ended my nervous waiting, and went to the editorial office of "Youth Solo Singer" according to the invitation with anticipation, that is, Oriental Paradise.

The small square in front of the park is full of people, and the main entrance with a strong ancient style is majestic and full of a sense of the times, and it is indeed worthy of being the first theme park in Asia.

"Actually put the editorial office in this, these evil capitalists." Although the whole world knows that the soloist magazine is not bad for money, but is this also a bit too showy, Zhang Yao walked in with a mutter.

There is a security guard at the door, and you need to buy a ticket to enter the park, and the standard ticket price on the day is 580 yuan, even if students enjoy a discount, it will cost 280 yuan after the discount.

"It's intentional, it's definitely intentional, right? Even this has to be calculated, no wonder they are so rich. Zhang Yao, who was full of resentment, bought a ticket indignantly to enter.

Oriental Paradise is divided into two parts, the science side and the mystery side, and there are various facilities, and the closest to the main entrance is the animation street, which is the world's largest concentration of anime peripherals.

Ignoring the secondary school teenagers and radio waves everywhere, as well as the blinding cosplay, Zhang Yao searched all the way according to the map, and found a dry mouth but did not find the office building of the magazine.

"It's obviously a short distance on the map, why haven't I arrived after walking for so long, I already knew that I would take a tour bus."

Zhang Yao stopped in front of a vending machine, pondering whether he should use a forty-five-degree oblique angle to attack the mechanical maintenance method, and after a pause, he obediently took out a coin.

Giving up this idea, it's not that I'm worried about exposing my bottoms if I raise my legs high, in fact, I have to be worthy of her safety pants, but the security guards patrolling the park are often visible, don't edit I didn't expect to be locked up in a small black room first.

If that's the case, I always feel that the plot can look like a dark book, and I feel a chill when I think about Zhang Yao.

After drinking half a can of drink in the sun, she finally found the location of the magazine, which was also inconspicuous and consistent with the surrounding architectural style, and she couldn't be sure if it wasn't for the sign.

After explaining her intention to the girl at the front desk, Zhang Yao was introduced to an office on the sixth floor, and after sitting down, she could hear the roar of the editor next door asking the author to redraw.

The office is decorated in an antique setting, with display cases filled with books and magazines, posters of "Warlock's Sky" on the walls, and floor-to-ceiling windows that look out onto the beach not far in front of it, filled with bikini beauties of various clocks.

Are there no men on the beach? Of course, it was directly filtered.

"It's really a holy place." Zhang Yao was a little distracted, and the image of this editor had been sketched in his brain, and those who could choose such a position to work must be gentlemen of my generation......

"Hello, sorry to keep you waiting."

Zhang Yao thought that the editor would be a lewd uncle, but it turned out that it was a black silk royal sister who came in, who looked like she was twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and there were legs from the chest down.

"Hello, hello, let's hug for the first time." Zhang Yao also hurriedly stood up to say hello.

She subconsciously wanted to take advantage of it, and only after saying it did she react sadly that she was no longer a man, otherwise she would have to chase this editor to her hands, and this long leg is not as simple as being able to play for a year.

Just when the resentment in his heart was about to break through the sky, the beautiful editor did as he wished, and hugged her in his arms with both hands.

Zhang Yao suddenly smelled the strong fragrance, her face was buried in a softness, and she felt her mother's loving wife for a moment...... Uh, it's an illusion, an absolute illusion.

"It's so big, it's not good to be coquettish." After letting go of Zhang Yao, the beautiful editor blinked her left eye, showing her playfulness.

Zhang Yao, who boasted that her face was already thick, was red-faced, fortunately she was a girl now, and it was completely reasonable to blush, otherwise she could have opened the window and jumped down.

"Please sit down and introduce me, I'm your editor Yexi, and that's my real name." teased Zhang Yao for a while, and the beautiful editor sat down in front of the coffee table politely and generously, and began to prepare to make tea.

"My name is Zhang Yao." Zhang Yao also introduced it, and then sat opposite.

"I have carefully read every line of your manuscript, the style of painting is sophisticated, and the storyboard is also clear and sharp, I originally thought it was a master who changed the vest to joke with us, but I didn't expect the author to be such a young girl as you, and now the girl is really amazing."

Yexi is making tea while talking, her movements are skillful like flowing water, it is a pleasure to watch, she herself has a classical and beautiful temperament, and it is even more complementary to make tea.

Before Akidai Toriyama painted Dragon Ball, there was already such an incredible work as "Alalei", and the skills had already been skilled, and Zhang Yao could be said to have copied it, even if there was no imitation that could be imitated as it was, at least there were eight successes.

A sixteen-year-old girl has such an ability, anyone would be surprised, and Yexi is calm enough.

"Haha." Zhang Yao scratched her head and laughed dryly, feeling a little weak in her heart and didn't know how to respond, but in Yexi's opinion, she was embarrassed to be praised and modest.

Yexi handed over a cup of brewed tea and said with a smile: "From now on, I will be your editor, please advise." ”