"Don't follow me....... I see you, don't hide. On the street, the young man with a sketchpad turned around and said helplessly.

Behind the street's garbage cans, the Tutu dog's tail dangled to the ground with green paint.

"It's you, come out quickly." The young man said helplessly again.

Hmm~ Are you talking about me?

The Tutu dog quietly hid behind the garbage can, wagging its tail a little uneasily, and finally poked its head out tentatively.

As soon as he showed his head, he saw the helpless eyes of the young man.

Not! It's been discovered!

The Tutu came out with some embarrassment.

"You, don't follow me, my mother will be angry when she sees you." The young man said gently.

It was the first time he had seen such a miraculous genetic creature, and he was not only able to understand his words, but also interested in his work.

He is a cartoonist, and every morning his activity is to go to the lake to sketch, and then start creating comics when he gets home.

Every morning sketch brings him new inspiration, and he has been living this life for almost five years.

After graduating, he became a cartoonist with great ambitions, and originally thought that if he wrote the story in his head, he would be recognized by others.

But reality hit him head-on, and his works were almost unattended.

He had low self-esteem and doubted himself, but today, he was recognized by others, even if it was a genetic creature.

He also likes Tutu dogs, and who wouldn't like to recognize their genetic creatures.

He also had the idea of adopting a Tutu dog, but he lived with his mother.

And the mother really doesn't like small animals.

If the Tutu dog is brought back, the mother will definitely be angry.

However, when he saw the adoring eyes of the Tutu dog, he hesitated.

Perhaps, he should try?

He took a few tentative steps, only to find that the Tutu dog was not hiding and followed him directly.

"You want to come home with me?" He asked.

Tutu stared at the young man and nodded.

He frowned and thought about it for a long time, his whole face almost wrinkled together.

After a long time, he let out a long breath and said, "Okay! But you have to keep up with me, don't make a noise, don't let my mother find out. ”

Tutu nodded happily and slid its tail to leave a red mark on the ground.

"What an amazing ability! Are you really a genetic creature? The young man stared at the Tutu dog's tail in admiration.

Suddenly, a guess crossed his head.

With such a high IQ and unique abilities, he can't be an elf, right?

Then he smiled and shook his head, putting the speculation behind him.

How could it be an elf! If it is an elf, the Red and White Company must be protective, how can it be encountered by itself.

Let's go home and check the information.

Thinking of this, he took a step, and the Tutu dog followed obediently behind him.

......

At this point, my mother is basically not at home, and because my comics have not improved, my mother has also found a job in a supermarket.

However, to be on the safe side, he was careful to keep the diagram dog away.

Syllable. He cautiously opened the door and beckoned to the Tutu dog watching from afar.

A man and an elf immediately walked into the house and closed the door.

The young man's home is an ordinary small apartment, 2 bedrooms and a living room, not much space, but very warmly furnished.

The young man took a sip of tea and returned to the room with the Tutu dog.

His room is a single room, and the walls are covered with wallpapers of various comics.

Tutu's eyes glistened with stars, and he stuck out his little tongue to scrutinize the pictorial on the wall, the paint on his tail crumbling.

The young man is quick to catch the paint with white paper.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he had done this, "What kind of creature are you, your tail is like a paintbrush." ”

The Tutu dog sold a cute one to the young man.

The experience of life in the breeding area has taught him that it is not wrong to sell cute things when he encounters trouble.

"Well, I'm really convinced. You have to keep it under control, don't put paint in my room, or it will be terrible for my mom to find out. The young man instructed.

"Dolu!" Tutu nodded, then carefully placed his tail on the white paper.

"Then introduce myself, my name is Gu Cheng, and I am a successful cartoonist in the future!" Gu Cheng smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Dolu. (I'm Tutu Dog, a successful cartoonist in the future, too)" Tutu put his snow-white paws on Gu Cheng's hand.

"You really get it." Gu Cheng kept babbling, and then sat down in front of the computer.

The Tutu dog followed curiously.

He couldn't wait to learn Gu Cheng's comic skills.

Gu Cheng turned on the computer and logged in to the search engine, thought about it, and then typed in 'canine genetic creature whose tail is a paintbrush'.

The computer immediately reacted with a lot of messages.

But all this news is only about canine genetic organisms.

"There's no information about that." Gu Cheng frowned and scrolled the mouse.

"Does the tail drip paint?" He tapped the keyboard again.

"Not either!!" He said in surprise.

Then he looked at the Tutu dog, with doubts in his eyes, and said to himself, "Is it really a new breed?" ”

Tutu pretended to look at Gu Cheng innocently, his not low IQ made him feel a sense of crisis.

So he began to grab Gu Cheng's arm and coquettishly, signaling Gu Cheng to hurry up and paint.

"Alright, alright! Got it. ”

Sure enough, under the coquettishness of Tutu dog, Gu Cheng put his doubts behind him, and immediately spread the white paper on the table and took out a pencil.

"Dolu!" Tutu looked at the pencil fondly, stood on the chair next to Gu Cheng, looked intently at the white paper on the table, and waited for Gu Cheng to paint.

Gu Cheng smiled slightly, moved his wrist slightly, and explained to Tutu Dog while drawing.

Drip, drip, drip.

An email came from the computer at this time, and Gu Cheng immediately opened it happily, with expectation in his eyes.

But soon, the anticipation in his eyes was replaced by disappointment.

"Still failed?" He hung his head and his eyes darkened.

After several failures, this time his sketch didn't even pass the review.

The comic industry in China is too hard.

In addition, his own strength is at most mid-to-top, and it is normal to hit the street.

But he was not reconciled!

Gu Cheng looked at the Tutu dog beside him, and suddenly had a hint of inspiration.

His right hand immediately began to write and draw on the paper.

In a moment, a cute and agile puppy appeared on the paper, and at the top of the paper was written the title, 'My dog can draw'.

Tutu's eyes widened and he looked at the vivid 'self' on the paper, and he only felt incredible, even magical.

There was yearning in his eyes.

Can I become a manga artist myself?