"Homework? What homework? ”

Wang Runhe once again showed a confused expression.

Today is probably the day with the most confusion in most of his life.

"It's the comic line art I sent you before!"

Seeing that Wang Runhe still looked puzzled, Su Xiaoxiao patiently explained.

That's the comic version of "The Enchantress of the Academy" designed by herself, since the submission was beaten by Su Chen's violet, she has been enduring humiliation, lying on the salary, drawing the draft of the comic every day in order, in the name of homework, leaving it to the illustrators of the lightning strike library to complete the finished product.

That's it, waiting for the day when I will officially become a manga artist.

And when Wang Runhe heard Su Xiaoxiao mention this matter, he was a little painful.

To be honest, he reads that comic every day, except for the passable style of painting, the plot is very embarrassing for Nima, and it is completely a Mary Sue comic with a taste of thieves.

It's like a bowl of spicy hot in the summer, a tube of broken ice in the winter, which can torture and stimulate people.

Compared to classics like "Death note", it's a far cry.

However, if it is compared with the current mainstream comics, the level is so-so, and if Mr. Mao Xuewang did not enter the lightning strike library, Mr. Xiao Su's work may really be officially registered and published.

It's a pity that the times have changed now, since Mao Xuewang wrote a few new styles of comics, the entire comic industry has come to a big reshuffle, and all kinds of cartoonists with big gods and small gods have transformed into multiple cartoonists like Mao Xuewang.

Take people, eat poop.

It's not the dark ages of Mary Sue weekly.

That being said,

But out of his obedience to Mr. Xiao Su all the time, Wang Runhe still didn't even dare to let out a fart, and honestly took out a thick stack of "Academy Enchantress" comic manuscripts.

Promised, with an honest face.

This is about the length of about three words, all of which are the homework that Su Xiaoxiao left to the painter during this time, and the quality of the finished product has also been carefully selected by herself, and the painting skills are definitely passable.

got his thick stack of comic manuscripts, Su Xiaoxiao rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes flashing with "I want to take off".

Yes, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Just after a while, the editor-in-chief of the Lightning Strike Weekly will also come.,When the time comes, I'll directly show the comics to the other party.,One step ahead of my brother.,Let the other party know how powerful the Lightning Strike Library's lecturer is.。

Alas, what a good sister she is.

Dull Mao couldn't help but shake excitedly, and Su Xiaoxiao's whole person began to be proud.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Just as Mei Zizi was planning, Su Xiaoxiao saw a middle-aged man with a big belly walking in.

The round belly couldn't help but make the little girl glance twice.

Damn, how much grease is there?

I don't know, I thought you were pregnant for ten months and were about to give birth.

couldn't help but spit out viciously in his heart, and then, in the communication between the big-bellied man and others, Su Xiaoxiao was pleasantly surprised to find that this round fat man was actually the editor-in-chief in charge of Lightning Strike Weekly!

Review the small boss of the comics.

Ness!

It's really said that Cao Cao and Lin Junjie are here!

With Wang Runhe, who is like an old minion, the little girl strode forward and came to the editor-in-chief of Lightning Strike Weekly with great momentum.

Seeing the two coming together, the editor-in-chief first glanced at Su Xiaoxiao a few times in confusion, wondering whose primary school student this was, and then raised his head and talked with Wang Runhe enthusiastically.

"Teacher Runhe, it's been a long time, hasn't Mao Xuewang arrived yet?"

With a face, just a simple hello, the editor-in-chief began to grow and short, and the expectations in his heart were no less than others.

After all, this big Buddha came to the lightning library to draw comics, and the direct beneficiary was him, the editor-in-chief of the comics.

"Well, it's not there yet."

Seeing that the other party directly ignored Su Xiaoxiao, Wang Runhe swallowed his saliva and cautiously glanced at the little girl beside him.

What a human spirit the editor-in-chief is, after noticing this micro-expression, he asked with some curiosity: "Who is this little girl?" ”

"Not a little girl!"

Su Xiaoxiao fried his hair and stretched his snow-white neck.

"We are the big lecturer of the Lightning Strike Library, Mr. Xiao Su!"

"Little, Mr. Xiaosu?"

The editor-in-chief was stunned, looked at the "elementary school student" in front of him again and again, and stammered a little when he spoke.

Then, he squeezed his fat face and exchanged glances with Wang Runhe with a complicated face.

The vivid expression was like meeting the underground party.

Wang Runhe smiled bitterly when he saw this: "Actually, at the beginning, I didn't believe it, but now I am very responsible to tell you that she is definitely not wrong with that Xiao Su teacher." ”

"Oh God, that's crazy."

The editor-in-chief wiped his face powerlessly.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao also spoke: "Your translator's voice...... Forget it, don't spit out useless slots, editor-in-chief, right? How about you come and see this work? Can it be published in Lightning Strike Weekly? ”

The little girl handed "The Enchantress of the Academy" to the editor-in-chief of the big belly.

The two of them looked very happy when they stood together, one short and the other fat, just like the visual effect of the big-headed son and the small-headed father...... Wait, this statement seems a little strange?

"Teacher, you drew it yourself?"

There is no such thing as judging people by their appearance in this aspect of comics, so the editor-in-chief took the manuscript handed over by the little girl and entered the work mode very seriously.

"Yes, yes, I drew it myself......" Su Xiaoxiao nodded again and again.

This made Wang Runhe's face darken, and he subconsciously wanted to say: "This is obviously our lightning strike......"

However, before he finished speaking, he was glared at by Su Xiaoxiao: "Is there a problem with the line drawing I drew by myself?" ”

"No problem, no problem, just be happy." Wang Runhe's head shook like a rattle, and he didn't dare to continue talking.

For a while, the editor-in-chief found a chair to sit down and began to review quietly, sometimes frowning, sometimes frowning, and not knowing what he cared about.

As for Su Xiaoxiao's side, when the painters saw that she was idle, they all wanted to come forward to talk.

It's just that this meaningful accompaniment is not about accosting little Lori like just now, but in the real sense, the kind that wants to ask a teacher for a question.

It's a pity that Su Xiaoxiao's attention is all on the editor-in-chief of the comics, and he is not very interested in the olive branch thrown by these artists.

I don't have the consciousness of being a teacher.

"Teacher Xiao Su, Teacher Xiao Su? Can I be your assistant? A painter leaned over and asked.

Su Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to go back with me?" ”

"Yes."

"Oh, then you're thinking about it."

Artist A: "??? ”

Painter B also rushed to say at this time: "Teacher Xiao Su Teacher Xiao Su, I don't want to go with you, I just hope you can guide me on how to copy Lu Luxiu's painting style." ”

Su Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows again: "Do you want to learn Lu Luxiu's painting method?" ”

Artist B was about to say something, but suddenly his heart moved.

The conversation seemed familiar......

Just now, Painter A said that she didn't want to, so she didn't agree, damn it, I must not repeat the mistakes of the past!

So the painter B had an idea, came to the wave of reverse thinking, and said seriously: "I don't want to." ”

"Oh, that's right, I'm too lazy to make up for you." When Su Xiaoxiao heard this, she yawned lazily.

Artist B: "??? ”

What's this, why don't you play according to the routine, Mr. Xiaosu?

Conversations like this went on for a long time.

The best character of the little girl gave the painters a headache for a while.

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