"Lao Xu, what are you doing?"

When he returned home in the evening, Xu Yi had just finished washing his face and received a private chat with Kong Chen's penguins. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Didn't do anything, I'm going to write and go to bed."

"Are you going to come out on Saturday?"

"No, no."

Xu Yi refused without hesitation, since Wang Tai gave Kong Chen a game code, Kong Fatzi began to study hard again during this time, and every Saturday and Sunday, he had to gather everyone to form a team to masturbate.

However, this can't be blamed on the fat man, when the League of Heroes was popular all over the world, many boys were like this, and they even indulged in Internet cafes all day long and were unwilling to go back to the dormitory.

Thinking about his previous life, he quarreled with his girlfriend at the time in order to play this game, and even broke up to the point of breaking up, but at that time he was ignorant, and always felt that women's thinking was very strange, so he insisted that he chose between the game and his girlfriend.

In the past, he was very confused, but now he is very busy, not only busy writing scripts, but also conceiving the legend of Tianmu Mountain Xianxia, and learning to paint in his spare time, where is the time on Saturdays and Sundays.

And now, when Xu Yi thought that Kong Chen might call him to play a game, Kong Chen suddenly sent a picture, which was not the penguin's original expression, but was saved from the outside.

It can be seen that the sketch was taken as a photo and posted on the Internet.

The sketch is extremely simple, with a stick figure in the center of the drawing, who lights a cigarette in his left hand, puts his right hand behind his back, and writes "Give you time for a cigarette, get out." ”

On the whole, this picture is very simple, most of the picture is almost drawn with one stroke, but the villain's face is particularly large, although its facial features only occupy a place in the middle of the face, but it uses a photographic technique, the eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose are lifelike, and it looks cheap and cute.

Because of its expression. That very rough sentence also has a special sense of joy.

Poof-

Xu Yi almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood.

Isn't this the emoji he put on Weibo after painting in the studio in the afternoon?

Forget about stealing pictures.

What matters is, is he now critted by the memes he drawn?!!!

"You're kidding me!"

Xu Yi made a violent expression.

"It's outdated, Lao Xu, and now it's popular."

Kong Chen continued to sacrifice the same emoji.

"Lao Tzu knows!"

Xu Yi maliciously typed four words and sent it over, and his almighty emoji was actually used to attack himself, which simply made him collapse.

And what broke him the most was that he didn't even have a meme.

No, there is, table, love, bag!

What a humiliation. I think he never lost in the doutu world in his last life, but when the memory was not enough to make him choose between excellent libraries and emojis, he didn't hesitate to choose emojis, and even his girlfriend didn't let him choose between games and girls.

But now?

All he has in his hands is Tyranny!

it!

What a humiliation!

"Hahaha."

Kong Chen made a lewd expression and walked away.

turned off the penguin, Xu Yi lay on the bed depressedly and turned on the microbroadcast, since he posted the video of the iron pot egg in the imperial capital, he was busy not paying much attention to playing microbroadcast.

Micro-broadcasting is not a big thing, but because it is short and capable, the update speed is fast. has a wide range of communication, and under the call of celebrities, it has gradually become everyone's new favorite.

But also because it is updated quickly and everyone can sign up, so it is also easy to be buried.

Strike the iron while it is hot, and circle the fans as soon as possible.

Although he doesn't have the heart to be an Internet celebrity, he has a firm will to become a veteran driver of Weibo.

He, but he wants to be the man who sows the demon king!

With a desire for the positive energy of the demon world. Xu Yi opened Weibo maliciously, instantly. His followers rose to 50,000.

If it is a novel now, and it rises by 40,000 in just a few days, he will run to the group to pretend to be b.

If it is the old king next door, he will offer his knees.

It's a pity that this is microcasting!

In Xu Yi's cognition, in the micro-broadcasting world. Those with more than 100,000 or 200,000 fans can only be regarded as small and transparent, and those with tens of millions of fans are big names.

"It's a cheap picture, but I like it!"

"Hahaha, meme."

"Draw more!"

"What a cheap look."

"Something, garbage."

"Elementary school level."

"Disgusting."

"I'm following you. Hurry up and update. ”

It took more than ten minutes for Xu Yi to finish the comments.

Anyway, he managed to hook up with the benefactors with the picture, and it's 08 now, and he doesn't force everyone to like something cheap and dirty, just like he doesn't force everyone to like his novels.

However, since someone likes it, it means that there is a market for this thing.

Then the next thing is to wait for him to train his benefactor!

Just do it.

In his previous life, Xu Yi was a typical late stage of procrastination, and he always felt that he could put off doing everything until tomorrow, but after experiencing the shadow of death and the blow of his father's death, he felt that what he thought of and what he did was the king.

On Sunday, I went to the digital mall to buy a pen tablet, and Xu Yi started the road of emoji copying.

With the computer, everything has become much simpler, except for the outermost emoji outline, which needs to be drawn manually, emojis like Jacky Cheung are made directly from the computer.

In one day, Xu Yi has made thirty-six emojis, starting from four aspects: engaging in base, slapping people in the face, pretending to be b, and flirting with girls, with nine emoticons per set.

However, he didn't upload them all at once, but chose the two sets of pretending b and flirting girls that people need the most and sent them to Weibo, and then waited for the good news.

"Ding Dong"

As soon as I uploaded the emoji, a prompt sound came from the mailbox.

Open your inbox and an email pops up.

"Hello, your script Harem Zhenhuan Legend has been hired by our company, please contact screenwriter Ouyang Xiaona for specific matters, penguin number: xxxxxx."

Even though the legend of Zhenhuan was regarded as a classic in palace fighting dramas in later generations, when he saw the information of the recruitment at this moment, Xu Yi was still stupid for two seconds, not that he was very happy, but a little blind.

Seriously, since he submitted the manuscript, he has been immersed in writing scripts, and he has to consult a lot of materials every day, after all, he doesn't understand it, so he also encountered a lot of difficulties in the later stage.

The degree of pain and confusion is no less than the feeling he felt when he was a seven-year-old small street fighter.

And what supports his creation, in addition to the system of the cheating father, is more important is his confidence in the legend of Zhenhuan.

Unfortunately, the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny again, and in the past few days, he can receive an average of four or five rejection letters a day, and this time he actually passed?

After rubbing his eyes a few times, Xu Yi read the email several times again and again, and made sure that he was not dazzled, so he stood up ecstatically and jumped on the spot.

Hate!

It was night, otherwise he would have to shout a few times.

"Xiaoyi, hurry up and go to bed, you won't be going to school tomorrow? I can pull the switch without turning off the lights. Yu Jing pushed open the door and ordered without refusal.

Ever since he told his mother about writing novels to make money, his mother has been very understanding and tolerant of him, but he is still a student, so except for Saturdays and Sundays, as long as it is past eleven o'clock, his mother will come in on time to urge him.

"Got it, Mom."

Xu Yi obediently climbed up to Chaung.

It's not that he doesn't want to tell his mother the good news, but he doesn't want his mother to be happy.

Although he passed, it didn't mean that it would start smoothly.

He had to wait until everything was settled before telling his mother.

Lying on the bed, Xu Yi was excited and didn't fall asleep until two or three o'clock in the second half of the night, but now, he didn't know that on the other end of Weibo, a person named Liu Chen posted a microcast.

"Cut, what is the thing called 'Call Me to Spit Junsa' painting is only sought after by you people who are low and cheap, and people of mixed Chinese and European descent like me will not like such things, I think, his own taste is low." (To be continued.) )