In June, the sun hangs like a big fireball over the doujinshi instant auction party, and even in the evening, the temperature still doesn't mean to drop.

This is the largest comic doujinshi instant auction in Yunhai City, and many manga lovers will come here to try their luck, hoping to find their favorite doujinshi.

The sun is setting in the west.,The fandom is still crowded.,Readers gathered around the stall.,Flip through the fanzie on the desktop.。

A young man standing behind the stall wiped his forehead and gasped slightly.

The young man was seventeen or eighteen years old, with broken hair, fair skin, a tear mole in the corner of his left eye, and bright eyes, often smiling, giving the impression of a boy next door.

His name in this world is Shen Xin.

A month ago, he was just a third-rate web novel author, but now he accidentally traveled into this world and became a first-year art student.

It's all to blame on the careless Grim Reaper, who misread the name and pulled him out of his original world.

Upon learning of his mistake, the Grim Reaper immediately admits his mistake. But his body had been cremated, and there was no way to return the sun.

The Grim Reaper could only find another way, allowing him to successfully cross over to this person named Shen Xin, and at the same time, he also gave him three comic capsules with different effects.

After eating the comic capsules, Shen Xin knew what they did.

First of all, the comics he has read on Earth can be clearly recalled - in this world, except for the manga of Osamu Tezuka, there are no other comics on Earth.

Secondly, he has mastered the relevant experience of cartoonists, and the content related to comics, including storyboards, composition, and the use of tools, are all included. When he uses the dipping pen, these will clearly come to mind, what he lacks is to turn this knowledge into his own use, this pill is equivalent to supplementing theoretical knowledge.

Third, when he practiced painting, it was easier for him to improve his painting level, allowing him to improve his ability in many aspects such as painting and watercolor in a short period of time, and this pill improved his level of hand-drawn comics.

He knows that this is the golden finger of web novels, but please, he's a web novel author, what is he doing with a comic capsule?

However, when he really understood the world, he understood the good intentions of the Grim Reaper - there are no online novels in this world. What's even more tragic is that the most popular fiction magazines in China, such as martial arts, pay more attention to writing than brains.

Than writing?

It's not a big deal, in terms of writing, he has never won an online writer with the same score, let alone an author of a fiction magazine.

In contrast, under the influence of District 11, Huaxia's comics have also become very popular, with three comic magazines with more than 3 million copies in a single issue.

These three magazines are called the "three major magazines" by Huaxia Manyou.

As for the host, he was a student of the art department before his death, and at the same time, he also aspired to become a cartoonist of the "three major magazines", and these attributes are very consistent with the comic capsule.

Well...... Thinking about it this way, the Grim Reaper is quite good to him.

Wait a minute...... Isn't Death the bastard who killed him?

Thinking of this, Shen Xin felt indescribably depressed.

Before he crossed over, he was a dead house, and he read a lot of comics.

After crossing over, he became Shen Xin, and the rhythm of his life has not changed much, except for his relatives who were killed in a car accident a year ago, and he also has a sister who is not related by blood, and the rhythm of life has not changed much. He usually stays in the house, but the tool of struggle has been replaced by a dipping pen.

After Shen Xin sold a doujinshi, he picked up the mineral water bottle and drank the last sip into his stomach, but his throat was still dry.

"Yang Bo, that guy...... I just bought water, but it dragged on until now, and I haven't come back yet. Shen Xin sighed.

This time,He and his friends from the Mankensha came to the "Doujin Exhibition",On the one hand, to sell doujinshi,On the other hand,He wants to try his luck.。

At large fan exhibitions, it is common for editors of manga magazines to rent a booth that accepts contributions from fan authors.

The host was very short of money, and he also submitted articles to several large comic magazines before his death, but as a result, there was no news of all of them.

Originally, he hoped to use this doujin exhibition to find some opportunities, but as time went on, the opportunities became slim.

At this time, a bottle of chilled mineral water suddenly appeared in front of Shen Xin, startling him, and then a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Yours."

Shen Xin raised his head and saw a young man with blonde hair and a white shirt looking at him with a grin.

"Yang Bo, do you still know to come back? I'm dying of thirst. Shen Xin took the mineral water and took a big sip of it, the cold mineral water entered his throat, and a sweetness filled his mouth.

When he put down the bottle, it was empty.

"I'm for you, but I've run most of the fanfair."

"For me?" Shen Xin was confused.

"The magazine's booth is in District 11, so if you want to submit an article, you can go there." Yang Bo grinned, revealing his snow-white teeth.

11…… District 11?

This district...... Feeling weird?

Isn't the next door to Huaxia District 11?

The relationship between the 11 regions of this world and Huaxia and Earth Time is almost the same.

"I didn't lie to you, it's true." Yang Bo handed the mineral water to the rest of the community.

"That'...... Yang Bo, I'll go to District 11 to have a look first, and then I'll invite you to dinner. Shen Xin hurriedly grabbed the last book of doujinshi and left the stall in a hurry.

Yunhai is not a first-tier city in China, but the atmosphere of the second dimension is relatively strong, and the comic exhibition is about to end, but the number of exhibitors has not decreased at all. This is a good example.

At the same time, due to the excellent comic atmosphere, some comic magazines have also been born, but the sales are not too high, most of them are between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of copies.

Shen Xin took his album and hurried to District 11.

It was getting late, most of the stalls had already been closed, and the remaining magazines were not very famous, and the sales should be around tens of thousands of copies every month.

Relying on the sales of tens of thousands of copies, even if Shen Xin uses the earth's famous comics to contribute, it is difficult to make any waves.

In addition to its own strength, the platform is also very important.

Shen Xin swept around the stalls and discharged the magazines with sales of only tens of thousands, and there was only one booth left that met his requirements - "Monthly Dreamer".

The single sales volume of this magazine is about 670,000 copies, and it also has a certain reputation in China.

The fly in the ointment is that this magazine is a monthly magazine and only sells one thing a month, which is significantly different from a weekly magazine.

It would be nice if it was a weekly, after all, the more you draw, the more you will be paid.

Shen Xin had no choice, and after taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and came to the booth of "Dreamer" magazine.

The two editors who were chatting immediately sat up straight after seeing Shen Xin.

"Hello." A young man in a flower shirt stood up and bowed slightly to Shen Xin.

This editor should be twenty-five or sixteen years old, slightly taller than Shen Xin, and should be about 1.78 meters. He was emaciated, wore black-framed glasses, and had a warm smile.

"Hello, this is Dreamer magazine, right?" Shen Xin held the magazine and looked at the young man.

"That's right, I'm editor Wang Wenhong, can I help you in any way?" The young man tried to keep smiling as much as he could.

Internet text red? Good name.

Shen Xin suddenly had a good impression of Wang Wenhong, and put the album in his hand on the table, "This is my work, I want to ask, can this level be serialized in your magazine?" ”

The young man picked up the album with a smile, and suddenly felt some dampness in his hands, and his heart suddenly felt a little unhappy.

"Oh, I just drank water, maybe there were droplets on it, right?" Shen Xin explained.

"That's right." Wang Wenhong's face immediately returned to normal, and he smiled knowingly, "It's so hot, it's understandable, I'll take a look at the content of the album first...... Well, the name is "The Witch", right? ”

"That's right." Shen Xin nodded slightly.

The outline and name of this fandom were drawn by the host before his death.,Because the time is too rushed.,He didn't do much processing.,After modifying the name slightly.,And then he began to draw the line.。

The story is mediocre and readable, but relying on the experience that the comic capsule brings to him, he is convinced that the comics are absolutely fine with the division and composition.

Sure enough, after Wang Wenhong saw it, he immediately nodded, "It's very good, the painting is solid, and the girl's characteristics are shown." But ......"

Wang Wenhong paused, "The two of us are just editors, so we can't give you an answer right away...... Otherwise, how about you leave your contact information, and when there is news, I can contact you? ”

"Okay."

Shen Xin was overjoyed and immediately wrote his name and phone number on the cover of the album.

Seeing Shen Xin disappear into the sea of people, Wang Wenhong's face instantly turned cold.

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to dig up two treasures in one day." The female editor sitting next to him teased.

"You think any stone is a treasure? It could be jade, or it could be a stone from a stinky pit. Stories are the soul of comics, this album...... There's nothing new in the story. As he spoke, Wang Wenhong threw Shen Xin's album to the ground, "I already have a jade in my hand, how can I be interested in stinky stones?" ”

"Huh? But didn't you just leave his phone number? The female editor was puzzled.

"Hey, how sad would he be if I rejected him outright?" Wang Wenhong's words were full of ridicule.

"And what if he's stupid and waiting for you to reply?" The female editor asked.

"That means he's a fool, what does it have to do with me? If you feel sorry for him, pick it up and keep it for yourself. Wang Wenhong said with a chuckle.

The female editor looked coldly at the album on the ground, wrinkled her nose, and shook her head again and again, she didn't want anything that others had thrown away.

"Look, don't you think he can't do it too? Okay, it's almost time, hurry up and close the stall. Wang Wenhong stretched.

The female editor put the received magazine into the box, and Wang Wenhong picked up the box and left the booth with the female editor.

Not long after the two of them left, a tall woman walked past the booth of the "Monthly Dreamer" and suddenly stopped, looking down at the picture book at her feet.

"The Witch?" The woman picked up the album and flipped through it roughly, her brows furrowed slightly, she read the comics carefully again, and put the discarded album into her bag, "Shen Xin? Interesting......"

The woman's depressed mood for a day was swept away at this moment.

[New book, everyone thinks it's okay, please collect it and vote for it.] Thanks a lot. 】

[Chapter 1 is slightly different from the introduction, and the introduction will be revised in a few days.] 】