Shen Xin has not read "Fu Demon Zhi", but he is very familiar with "Semi-Monthly Leap".

This magazine is different from general magazines, it is a color comic, and the style is relatively fixed, usually closely related to Huaxia, which is mostly martial arts or fairy tales, and sometimes there are some historical comics, the style is similar to "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty".

The magazine's style is tougher than that of Comic Future and Manga Fly, and the different styles also give Leap a different readership, making the magazine sell more than 3 million copies in a single issue, making it the last issue of the three major magazines.

On the Internet, readers have a good evaluation of "Fu Demon Zhi", which has published three single books, and the cumulative sales have exceeded 1.8 million copies, and it is indeed eligible for the Newcomer Award.

The next powerful newcomer has not yet appeared, and Shen Xin doesn't know who will be his opponent, under normal circumstances, he has to wait for the release of the single book, and then infer the strength of the newcomer according to the sales of the single book. If you speculate like this, there should be eyebrows after the New Year.

Shen Xin is not in a hurry, after all, "Y's" has just started to be serialized, and he still has a lot of time to improve his fame.

The grand prize of the "Manga Festival", the "Best Long-Form Manga of the Year" was won by "The Legend of the Dragon King", the leading publication of "Weekly Comic Future", and since a manga can only be won once, other magazines have no opinion.

After turning off the TV, Shen Xin glanced back at Xi Muhan, but the little girl looked at the TV with bright eyes.

"What's wrong?" Shen Xin was puzzled.

"Next year, it would be nice if Brother Xin could also go up and receive the award." Xi Muhan looked envious.

"No problem, isn't it the 'Newcomer Award'?" Shen Xin rubbed his nose, "Y's" is not without a chance to win.

……

An apartment in Hongchuan.

The mobile phone that was thrown on the ground rang, and after ringing for half a minute, it finally quieted down, and after about ten seconds, the ringtone rang again, but still no one answered.

After repeating this five or six times, the door of the cubicle finally opened, and a middle-aged man in his thirties walked out of the room angrily, glanced at the young man who was still painting in the living room, and sighed helplessly.

He picked up his phone on the floor and connected it.

"Compendium ......"

"What about Ye Hexu?"

"Teacher Ye, he ......" The middle-aged man turned his head, and the young man with headphones squatted on the swivel chair, holding a G pen, and moved quickly on the drawing paper, "He is painting." ”

"Painting? Then why don't you answer my phone? ”

"Uh......" The assistant scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

"You don't have headphones, do you? Give him the phone! ”

The assistant hurriedly removed the phone from his ear, and the roar from the microphone caused the phone to vibrate slightly.

The assistant walked to Ye Hexu's side and shouted softly, "Teacher Ye", but Ye Hexu, who was squatting on the chair, suddenly stood up and hit the assistant's chin.

The assistant screamed, covered his chin with both hands, and squatted on the ground, Ye Hexu also fell down from the swivel chair, holding his head tightly with both hands.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The voices on the phone were very anxious, but both men covered their respective injured parts and let out painful moans. Recite.

About half a minute later, the assistant's jaw became conscious, he picked up the mobile phone on the ground, raised it and wanted to smash it on Ye Hexu's body, but saw Ye Hexu holding his head with his arms and curling up, and he couldn't bear it.

The assistant was about to send him the phone, but Ye Hexu suddenly sat up, his eyes shining, "That's how it feels." ”

He picked up the swivel chair that had fallen to the floor, squatted down again, and touched the table with both hands.

"Hey, where's my G-Pen?"

The assistant also looked around and found a G-Pen on the floor.

"Mr. Ye, the G pen is here...... There are also compendium calls. The assistant put the pen and phone on the original paper.

Just now, it really killed him, and until now, he hasn't spoken too neatly.

"Huh? What happened to you? Ah, it was you who just hit you? I said it looked like it had hit something. Ye Hexu took off the headphones and had a clear expression.

The assistant wanted to cry without tears, needless to say, he took it just now and hit it on the headphones.

"Compendium of calls." The assistant said, pointing to his phone.

"She? What could she do? Ye Hexu looked confused, and pressed down the speakerphone of his mobile phone, "Hey, Jian Xiaomei, what's the matter with me?" I'm busy right now. ”

"Why don't you come to the manga festival today?"

"Oh, forget about it. That's when I suddenly had an idea, so I stayed and painted. Ye Hexu thought about it, it should be this reason...... bar.

"Put this matter aside, do you want to participate in next year's rookie award selection?"

"Don't ...... If you don't have a strong person, you won't be able to win. "Manga Fly" doesn't have any great newcomers, and "Comic Future" is even worse. By the way, I heard that the three major journals have equally divided the rookie awards in the past 15 years, so they will give it to others next year, right? ”

"No! Let's not talk about it, how do you know that there are no newcomers to Manga Fly? Maybe one will pop up in a month or two? When the time comes, you won't be able to participate even if you want to. Besides, the small magazine is not without powerful newcomers, and Chen Zijiao, who painted "Crumbling", is also quite good. ”

"Oh, you said the book painter? He paints women well, but other aspects are very ordinary, and I heard Su Han say that "Crumbling" is her practice work, and there are some small holes in it. Well...... I don't know if he can fill in these holes, if he can't, "Crumbling" is probably going to be finished. Ye Hexu thought about it and put on the headphones again.

"And what about the others, who are also very powerful...... Hey, hey—" Jian Xiaomei's scalp tingled when she heard no one speak, "Hey, you bastard, you won't put on headphones again, will you?" You wait for me, I'll look for you when I'm there! ”

"Toot ......"

The assistant covered his chin and stood up for such a main writer, which was really helpless.

Anyway, hurry up and go to bed, maybe when, the compendium will come.

The assistant returned to the bedroom to rest, I don't know how long it took, and finally felt sleepy, and was about to fall asleep, when he suddenly heard the sound of "bang" outside the door, and he was completely sleepy.

Needless to say, the compendium is here......

The assistant sighed and could only get out of bed.

Ye Hexu, who was wearing noise-canceling headphones, didn't know what was going on at all, until a stack of magazines suddenly pressed on the original manuscript he had drawn, and he noticed a person standing next to him, so he raised his head, only to see a short-haired girl looking at him with her head down.

This woman is in her early twenties, with thin eyebrows, bright eyes, and thin lips under the high bridge of her nose. Wearing a black and white mid-sleeved shirt, he unbuttoned it because it was too hot, pinched his waist with one hand, and held the table with the other.

"I bought all the latest issues of the magazine, and that's just part of it, and there's still ...... downstairs I don't believe that there is no new person who dares to interest you. ”