When Qin Yuyao returned home from work, she suddenly heard the sound of glass colliding in the living room, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "Did Damen Zi go home from work so early?" Drinking alone in the living room. ”

However, when she walked over to take a look, she found that it was Song Yunwu who was drinking.

"Sister Yun Wu, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yuyao looked at her lost face and couldn't help but ask.

"It's Xiao Qin," Song Yunwu sighed, "I'm reflecting on myself." ”

"Introspection?"

"yes, do you think I'm naïve? If you can draw a few pictures, you think you're a cartoonist," she said, taking a sip of wine and feeling slightly drunk, "where is it so simple in this world, cartoonist?" Oh, the only one who can support himself is called a cartoonist, and I'm like me, at most, an ordinary citizen with painting skills. ”

"What the hell is going on?" Qin Yuyao walked over and said with concern.

Song Yunwu didn't answer, just drank to himself. Qin Yuyao inadvertently caught a glimpse of the email on the desktop, and immediately understood what was going on.

So, she persuaded: "Oh, Sister Yun Wu, in fact, it's nothing to be rejected, I'm working in the editorial department now, so I know very well that being rejected doesn't necessarily mean that your work is not good, it may just be a simple subject matter and the wrong match of people's requirements, I've heard that someone in our editorial department brushed off a work because he didn't like Lily, and as a result, people changed places and directly became a masterpiece with sales of more than one million." ”

"Don't comfort me," Song Yunwu shook his head, "It's not just this time that I've been rejected, I think I'm really not suitable for this industry, so I just go back and ask my dad to buy 'Weekly SQUAT' directly, and I can review other people's comics as the editor-in-chief myself." ”

Qin Yuyao: "......"

I can't talk about this, there's no humanity in the trenches!

After dark, Simon Qing also returned.

"Chartered mother-in-law...... My blood pack, starving to death, I want a blood pack...... Wow! What the heck! Seeing Song Yunwu, who was lying on the table and drunk like a corpse, Ximen Qing was startled.

Immediately, her eyes rolled, and her expression gradually became "funny": "Hey, the charter wife is drunk, isn't the blood bag for me to take?" I'm such a clever little ghost! ”

Ximen Qing immediately went upstairs and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the clouds. That movement led Qin Yuyao out.

"Sister Simon, what are you doing?"

Ximen Qing was shocked, and quickly explained: "Uh...... That one...... I'm here, fighting, cleaning, hehe. ”

"Cleaning?" Qin Yuyao had a black line, "I didn't graduate from college, don't lie to me, no matter how you look at it, it's getting more and more messy." ”

"It's messy enough, it's ...... Only then do you have a sense of accomplishment, you don't understand," Ximen Qing said nonsense with his eyes open, "By the way, do you know what happened to the charter wife?" There was actually a drunk person downstairs. ”

"Oh, that's right." Qin Yuyao told the matter.

Now it was Simon's turn to be shocked: "What?!" ”

No way! A work as popular as "Working Cells" was actually rejected!? Are the eyes of this editor frog eggs?

"Oh no, no, no, no...... That's not going to work. Ximen Qing found that what he had thought before seemed to be a little too beautiful.

A work is a hit, and all factors are indispensable. It's not that if you take it out in another place, it will definitely be as popular as before.

She was also worried about whether the works she chose would not fit the times.

"But this is too real, the first part hit the street, so how can you play?"

Back in his room, Ximen Qing began to think.

It seems that the path of a cooperative cartoonist is a little unworkable, and her plan to make a fortune has been hindered. If this continues, she will have to go back to starving every day.

"I have to find another way to make a fortune," thinking about it, Simon Qing glanced at the computer next to him, "Do you really want to make money from the fat house?" ”

Ximen hesitated for a long time and decided to compromise.

"It's better to sell stockings or something, it's too low, but it's not impossible to be an UP master."

In recent years, the development of ACG has been thriving, among which the barrage complaining website "Bcup" is particularly prominent, and the "bilibili" in Ximenqing's memory is not too much. Of course, because of the decline of Sakura culture, the B station in this world is more domestic in dramas, and some stalks are also more domestic.

If you can become an up master, and then get a group of fans, then there will be another wave of unguardable, which is not bad for Ximen Qing.

In the past, she didn't do it just because it took too much time in the early stage, and the accumulation of fans is not an overnight thing, and she is not some guy who likes to show a sad smile, and increasing her fans is like riding a rocket. Being an UP master is destined to have a period of generating electricity with love.

Now that Song Yunwu is hitting the street, she has no choice but to prepare a way out.

Of course she can't make videos, but someone does, and she just needs to think about the content.

"What to do? Anime miscellaneous talk? Pull it down.,Just these cartoons for children have a yarn groove.,Ghost animal? That's too time-consuming, put it aside......"

After thinking about it, she finally settled on a strategy: singing.

When Dalong was still around, her favorite thing was to find a good song, then cycle the single until she vomited, and then move on to the next one. Thanks to this, she can now recall those songs very clearly.

It's impossible to make arrangements, it's impossible to make music in this life, and you can't write scores, so only a cappella can do this.

Ximen Qing is also very helpless, she is not a music master, her music knowledge is limited to Dolaimi's complaining, and basically there is no way to reproduce the original song completely.

She went downstairs and knocked on the door of "Pan Taoyuan", and after Xiao Yan opened the door, she pinched Xiao Yan's cheek for the first time. The fleshy little face is so comfortable to pinch.

"Little girl, do my sister a favor." After pinching it, Ximen Qing pushed the little girl into the door and closed the door by the way, revealing a weird smile.

The little girl was honest, and just asked her, "What do you help?" ”

Ximen said: "Aren't you very good at computers?" Would you like to make a video for me? It's just me singing a song, and then you record it for me and make a video. ”

After hearing this, Xiao Liang emphasized: "That's hacking technology, used to deal with the defense system, not to make videos." ”

"Oh, it's okay, you can do it for me." Simon Qing knelt on the floor, so that her height was just enough to hug the waist of the little girl, and by the way, she could rub it on her private airport.

Xiao Liang looked a little reluctant, but he still agreed under the soft grinding and hard bubble of Ximen Qing.

Xiaoqing's room is fully equipped with all kinds of equipment, Ximen Qing only needs to sing directly, and all the later work can be handed over to her.