After Xia Lan left, the head of the regiment took out a laptop, and after opening the screen, the patterns inside were dense lines, crossed and entangled, and each line was marked with various symbols. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yuki, send my guest to the β World Line, and then transfer this β World Line to the α World Line."

"Captain, isn't this not good?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to be able to help two people at a time?"

“……”X4

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"AKB0048 new song "Angel's Kiss" ranked first on the music chart, and the online sales exceeded 10 million in the first week!"

On the exterior wall of a tall building in the distance, an LED advertising slogan flashes a line of words.

On the side of the river where the cool breeze blew through at night, a long-haired young man with a wine bottle in his hand staggered down the river, and every time he seemed to be about to fall unsteadily, he still continued to walk forward with slow steps.

"Cut, what Angel's Kiss, bullshit! It's hard to hear the explosion, are these 10 million people stupid! ”

He picked up the wine in his hand and poured a big sip, "Poof~" but was choked fiercely, the spicy wine slammed into his nasal cavity, he gasped, and it took a long time to calm down.

Looking at the river under his feet with a blurry and a little gray, the bright moonlight left a distorted reflection on the river, and the lights by the river were only one at a distance of more than ten meters. The unilluminated surface of the water is a pitch-black ink, calm and eerie environment, as if there are man-loving water monsters hidden in the darkness.

After the young man had calmed down his breath, he drank wildly into the mouth of the bottle again, and he was alone by the river as if complaining and talking to himself, babbling about something.

He found a lamppost and sat down, his head bowed decadently, shaking his head twice from time to time, and sneering at himself from time to time.

The two girls walked by the side of the road, both deliberately staying away from him, far away from him.

Squinting at the background of the girl in the distance, he snorted disdainfully: "Hmph, what do you see, haven't you seen anyone drinking!" ”

He shouted in a very small voice, but the latter sentence was shouted, and in the dead of night, the road by the river was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the two girls seemed to hear what he said, but they turned their heads slightly, and hurried away.

"Gollum~"

"Cut, that's it!"

As the young man drank it, he drank all the wine in the bottle. He held the empty bottle, held it to his eyes, squinted it, and shook it into his mouth, dripping only a little of the remaining wine.

"Plop"

The bottle was thrown out a few meters and fell into the dark river, then spun twice on the surface of the river and slowly sank to the surface.

The youth of this world line is also called Xia Lan.,It's a third-year student in the comics department of Chidori Art School this year.,According to the past practice,The third-year students have entered the internship stage.。

Some highly talented students have officially debuted as professional cartoonists while still studying.

Most of the ordinary students like him have already applied to leave the school, some of them started their early careers in the comics industry as assistants to manga artists, and some of them have been sent by the college to intern in various comics-related clubs, such as the editors of some comic magazines.

At noon today, the venue is in the meeting room of the Manying Society branch in South China.

"Hello, editor-in-charge, I'm the summer blue sky ......"

"No need to introduce, let's take out the manuscript."

The comic editor, who was probably only in his thirties, pushed the door in, wore a pair of glasses, and unsmiling, interrupted his self-introduction without mercy, and went straight to the point.

"Yes, yes, this is my drawing."

Xia Lan opened the cowhide envelope in his hand, took out his sketch from it, and respectfully handed it to the editor.

The expressionless editor got the drawing, just glanced at the title and went straight to the second page, sand, and then another page, and sand, and another page.

Flipping through the draft, Xia Lan noticed that the editor's brows seemed to be slightly wrinkled, and his heart chuckled, and the secret was not good. The speed of editing and flipping the draft is still accelerating, and Xia Lan doubts that he can read all the pictures in it at this speed.

Sha, sha, sha, connecting a few pages were quickly turned over, but after a while, the editor's movements were even faster, which could no longer be said whether he could read it, but whether he could see it clearly.

Just when Xia Lan looked at the editor worriedly, he was only halfway over, and the sketch in his hand had already been put back on the table.

Seeing the editor put down the comics, Xia Lan hurriedly asked, "Look, my comics ......"

Before Xia Lan's words were finished, the editor had already spoken, "I'm sorry, your work doesn't meet our review standards, please come back!" ”

After speaking, he got up and prepared to leave the meeting room, without looking at Xia Lan's cartoon again.

"Wait, Mr. Editor, you didn't finish reading my comics just now."

Xia Lan stopped him, indeed, the speed at which the editor read the comics just now, it was impossible to see much content at all.

"There are so many newcomers like you who come to the door every day with a stack of manuscripts to submit their manuscripts, and I can't read everyone's comics. Just by looking at the front, you can judge the value of this comic, don't waste our time, there are other newcomers' works that need to be reviewed later. ”

The editor's words were merciless, without the slightest concern for Xia Lan's feelings at this moment. But Xia Lan still forced a smile, walked in front of him, and stopped the editor who was about to walk out of the cubicle.

"Well, Mr. Editor, can I ask, what's wrong with my comics?"

I can't help but classify my work as garbage. It's uncomfortable for anyone, especially a newcomer like Xia Lan who thinks his work is very good.

The editor looked at the kid in front of him, like him, who thought how good his work was, and there were many newcomers who came to the door to submit their works with anticipation. The young man in front of him was still smiling, which surprised him.

He nudged his glasses, and the expression on his face remained unchanged, "Then I'll be blunt, there are too many newcomers like you, and there will always be some fatal mistakes, eager to get out of the routine, and want to get out of a new style."

However, in my opinion, your plots are full of a strong sense of self-expression, but the actual comic story is not expressed at all, or in other words, you do not have the skills to express your thoughts in stories now.

On a deeper level, you're not showing your own style, your logic is chaotic, your integrity is out of harmony, and you're forcing your stream of consciousness in order not to be a routine. Such an approach is nothing more than a failure to imitate the great gods, and the painting of the tiger does not become an anti-dog, in my opinion, there is no reading value at all! ”

Before going out, he also glanced back at Xia Lan, who was silent and bowed his head, "If you want to serialize, start with an assistant first, learn some basics from the teacher and then talk about innovation." ”

"I'm sure to draw a manga that will shock you! Certain! ”

The person left, the door had been closed again, and Xia Lan erupted into an angry roar in the middle of the meeting.

The editor, who had already left the meeting room, turned his head slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "It's really young." ”

……

Thinking back to what happened today, his mood was even worse.

The cool breeze of the night failed to blow away the irritability in his heart, took out his mobile phone to look at the time, and suddenly wanted to throw the mobile phone out to vent the unhappiness in his heart, but he still held back.

"Forget it, go home and sleep."

When I took back my mobile phone, it was past 11 o'clock at night, and the pedestrians on the road were becoming more and more scarce.

"Your battery is too low, your phone is about to shut down, please charge it as soon as possible."

Back in her room, Xia Lan lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

"In a world where entertainment is paramount, the creative ideas have long been used up by those predecessors."

"Newcomers can't get along in such a world, and the cultural works of this era have been exhausted. This world is full of so-called mainstream works, and my talent cannot be recognized by the editors, it is all the fault of the world! ”

"It must be like this, it's all the world's fault."

The world ......

It's good to break it......

Xia Lan's eyelids gradually tired, and after blinking twice, they finally closed.

The night was dark, and the crooked moon hung alone outside the window, and the moonlight shone through the glass and fell on his face.

A layer of moonlight hazy enveloped his whole body, as if a visible change to the naked eye, the moonlight began to merge into a ball, gradually emitting a soft light.

Then the light gradually left his body, pouring out like a time lapse, and disappeared in an instant.