Ding Dong –

The doorbell raised Mr. Atron's head from the draft storyboard that had been erased several times, but was still empty, glanced in the direction of the door, hesitated slightly, and then got up, and through the cat's eye of the security door, he could see a short-haired woman in a T-shirt and jeans standing at the door.

"Snowfall edit?"

Teacher Achuang hurriedly opened the door and let Li Ruoxuan in.

Although she has been here several times, Li Ruoxuan still sighs a little when she looks at Teacher Atron's living environment.

This is an ordinary one-bedroom apartment, the living room is almost occupied by the painting table, messy, with traces of ink and pencil everywhere, Li Ruoxuan glanced at the kitchen, which obviously hasn't been on fire for a long time, and there are many takeout boxes in the trash can, which doesn't look very healthy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't clean up here."

Teacher Achuang took out a disposable paper cup from the refrigerator and poured a glass of cold Coke for Li Ruoxuan.

"I'm drawing a storyboard, but I don't have any inspiration, and the manuscript for this issue should be available to you over the weekend......"

Teacher Achuang said that he was a little unconfident, and he was uneasy about the recent low ranking of reader surveys or the stranding of animation, and the temporary replacement of the editor also needed a run-in period, and he suddenly had a feeling of despair.

"Monthly Youth Frontline" to Mr. Achuang is 450 yuan per page, 30 to 50 pages per month, after deducting taxes, the net income is about 11,000 to 16,000, which can only be regarded as an average level in Ningjiang, but Mr. Achuang also needs to bear the salary of the assistant, as well as the purchase of painting materials and other expenses, after paying the rent, there is not much money that can be saved.

What's more, cartoonists are almost all year round, and since the serialization, Mr. Achuang has never had a holiday, and he is in hell on the deadline every day.

"Mr. Tron, ...... question about the animation of "Soul Eater""

Li Ruoxuan sat on the somewhat messy sofa without caring and took out the plan book from her schoolbag.

"Although the other party agreed to accept it, the proposed business plan is a little different, and I think I will have to confirm it before I can make a decision."

"What do you mean?"

Teacher Achuang took the plan and quickly read it intently.

Li Ruoxuan put her hands on her knees and secretly observed Teacher Atron's expression.

He was confused at first, then slightly startled, and the speed of turning the pages began to become faster, and Mr. Chuang's eyes widened, until the last page, he slowly closed the planning book, closed his eyes, and seemed to construct a plot in his mind.

"How, how?"

Li Ruoxuan hadn't seen Teacher Achuang have seen such an expression, and her heart suddenly chuckled, as if a boulder was hanging high.

After a long time of aftertaste, Mr. Achuang opened his eyes and slapped his thigh hard.

"This plot, even I didn't expect such an unfolding......"

He hurriedly stood up, ignoring that Li Ruoxuan was still beside him, so he came to the painting table and buried himself in writing.

"This is how the transition can be done here...... This plot...... Wait, maybe ...... with this method."

Li Ruoxuan tilted her head, a question mark appeared on her head, she stood up and leaned behind Teacher Ah Chuang.

I saw that Mr. Achuang was writing on the draft with marks and words that Li Ruoxuan couldn't understand at all, which seemed to be the outline later, and Li Ruoxuan struggled to identify the words before she could see the words of Huangfu Xun.

After about twenty minutes, Teacher Ah Chuang woke up like a dream and came back to his senses, he screamed and looked at Li Ruoxuan.

"Ah, Xueluo Editor, I'm sorry, I ......"

He didn't know how to explain it, so he picked up his draft outline and said excitedly.

"This plan inspired me, it turns out that I have buried so much foreshadowing in the plot before, and many details can be used now, I think I have found a way to start a new plot, thank you so much, Snow Fall Editor!"

He almost hugged it, but soon realized his actions and could only jump twice in place to show his excitement.

"So, Mr. Chuang, do you agree with this adaptation plan?"

Li Ruoxuan asked, of course she was very happy to see her author break through the bottleneck, but she didn't forget the business.

"Agreed, agreed, I really can't wait to see the anime air!"

Teacher Achuang said excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

......

Ningjiang 1919 Bar Street, the lights are red and green, and the neon clothes are dancing.

In a small bar, the bartender is wiping glasses, and an unknown female singer is singing on stage, but no one is listening, everyone just gulps down and chats about daily trivialities.

Cheng Kewei sat opposite the bartender, with a small glass of wine in front of him, he watched the bar put the glass away, and spoke.

"Xiao Zheng, I'll leave this place to you to take care of in the future, and I'll probably be busy."

"Cousin, are you really going back to animating?"

The bartender looked at Cheng Ke and said, this bar was opened by him and Cheng Ke together, and the business is doing well, but a few days ago Cheng Ke suddenly said that he wanted to quit, although most of the bars were taken care of by Xiao Zheng, and Cheng Ke mainly paid for it, but he just left, which still made Xiao Zheng feel a little uncertain.

"Well, I've rested enough over the years, it's time to return to my battlefield, haha."

Cheng Ke took a sip of the wine in the glass, the strong alcohol mixed with the ice cubes, irritating his throat.

"Xiao Zheng, you have also proven your own strength in the past few years, you can stand on this street, don't worry, I will come back often."

He leaned forward and patted the other man on the shoulder.

"Cousin...... Hey, there's another man. ”

Xiao Zheng wanted to say something, but Yue Cheng Kewei's shoulder saw a figure and immediately whispered.

Cheng Ke turned his head and saw a woman in a knee-length beige skirt, black stockings, and a white long-sleeved shirt walking into the bar and sitting in front of the bar.

She glanced at Xiao Zheng and Cheng Ke, and then spoke.

"The same old way."

"Okay."

Xiao Zheng gave Cheng Ke a look, then turned around and went over to mix wine.

Cheng Ke twitched the corner of his mouth and secretly glanced at the woman, but the other party didn't care, only looked at his mobile phone.

This is none other than an old colleague who reunited in Phantom Electric during the day, Yao Jiajie.

Since learning that Cheng Ke opened a bar on Bar Street in 1919, Yao Jiajie has often come here to order a cocktail, and she didn't talk to Cheng Ke, just sat quietly.

If Cheng Wei had a clear conscience, then it would be fine, but he did have a guilty conscience, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to talk.

However, it was indeed an accident to meet Yao Jiajie in Phantom Electric today, Cheng Ke thought that this might be an opportunity to solve the problem, so he walked over with wine and sat next to Yao Jiajie, but the lady didn't look at Cheng Ke.

Just as Cheng Kewei was considering how to speak, the ringtone of his mobile phone interrupted the reading.

Taking out his mobile phone, Cheng Ke found that it was a call from Li Ruoxuan, the editor of "Monthly Youth Frontline", who visited during the day today.

"Hey, Snowfall Editor, what's wrong?"

He took two steps back and asked, and then he heard the words on the other side, and although Cheng Ke knew it, he still repeated it with some excitement.

"The animation decision for Soul Eater was handed over to us to do ??"

Yao Jiajie couldn't help but look at this sentence, and the two looked at each other unexpectedly, and at the same time froze in place, looking at each other speechlessly, only the blues of the bar were beautiful in the air.