Back in the office, before Ning Hao could say anything, Director Xue pulled him over.

"Ning Hao, be honest, what's going on in your studio?" Director Xue asked with a serious face.

What's going on, Ning Hao looked confused, how did he go out to the toilet and come back, why did the director keep a straight face, as if he had changed.

"Honestly, what the hell does this studio do, you really took over a comic? Also, when did you learn to draw, I don't know. ”

Ning Hao was a little strange, but he still replied, "Not long after it was established, the name of the comic is "Mr. Marvel", but in fact, the painter is not me, but another person. ”

Director Xue had to ask again, and those students couldn't wait, "Senior Ning, didn't you just show us a hand, come on, we can't wait." ”

"Okay, here we go!" Ning Hao asked Director Xue, "Teacher Xue, then I'll show them." ”

"That's good." Director Xue had no choice but to signal Ning Hao to demonstrate to the students, but her eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Dong Haoxiang said in his heart, do you really dare to come, not afraid of revealing your stuffing? I'll expose your lies and let you go to school to cheat and deceive!

Lin Jiayi and Luo Yidan also looked at Ning Hao quietly, waiting to see how he would end up in a while.

The room suddenly fell silent, Ning Hao didn't know why, he was still a little nervous.

.......

The brushes are all ready-made, Ning Hao thought about the manuscript paper, what do you want to paint?

He just blew it a little big, if he directly copied the zombies in Mr. Marvel, wouldn't it be impossible to show An Tong's super high art skills at all.

After pondering for a moment, Ning Hao had an idea.

"Zombies, born from the resentment and bad luck of heaven and earth, are immortal, immortal, and immortal, abandoned by the three worlds of heaven, earth and man outside the six realms of sentient beings, wandering and displaced, taking resentment as strength and blood as food in the human world, and venting endless loneliness with the blood of sentient beings......."

"Aren't you drawing, how do you write?"

"It's not about taking words to make up the numbers, is it? But then again, the handwriting is okay. ”

......

Ignoring the few people who were muttering, Ning Hao scribbled on it by himself, and on the written font, he made a blood-like effect, and then dyed the sky......

Under the layers of dark clouds, several hideous and terrifying demons walked forward on the yellow sand, walking in the front, is a monkey with a wrinkled face, holding an iron rod in his hand, followed by a pig demon with an ugly face and a milk ring, behind the two demons is a white horse with blood refining, and on the top sits a monk with tattoos painted on his body.

The tattoos on Tang Seng's body are hideous and terrifying, in the burning netherworld fire, there seem to be countless evil ghosts who want to break free from it, black, yellow and gray smearing, which makes people full of depression and horror, it is such a depressed and deep picture, but the monk's face is a compassionate expression.

However, if you look closely at the monk's eyes, it seems to be full of bewitching feelings, and goosebumps are rising for those who watch.

Director Xue doesn't know how to paint, he just thinks that this painting is very impactful.

But Mr. Wang and the others were shocked, obviously just reading Ning Hao's manuscript, he was a layman who only knew how to go to the toilet, as if he had changed someone.

Although it is just a comic, the artistic conception of this painting is excellent, especially in terms of color matching, Ning Hao did not choose too many colors at all, mainly gray, black and light yellow, the color difference is not very large, and the overall will not give people a feeling that is too abrupt.

Not to mention anything else, it is this kind of application in color that does make several students fall to the ground.

Ning Hao's painting has not yet been completed, but the artistic conception and effect highlighted in it are enough to make people feel shocked.

"Didn't you say the modern setting?" Dong Haoxiang muttered in a low voice.

He is also hard-mouthed, in fact, he is completely convinced in his heart, but he just can't save face.

Ning Hao smiled slightly, did not answer, behind the background of the picture, with a faint hand, painted several modern city backgrounds.

Zombies in disguise, as well as eyes in the shadows, and Wang Xiaoer, the protagonist of this comic.....

In fact, Ning Hao completed a cover work in a short period of time.

His movements are fast, and he integrates so many figures into a painting, which requires a very high degree of conception from the painter.

When Ning Hao put away his pen, several students felt that they had nothing to say.

Just now, they thought Senior Ning was a complete layman, but now that they look at it, they feel that they have only mastered the surface.

"Zombies, born from the resentment and bad luck of heaven and earth, immortal, and indestructible, were abandoned by the three worlds of heaven, earth and man outside the six realms of sentient beings....." Luo Yidan's slow reader, a shocking feeling that made people's scalp tingle, suddenly attacked, and now she finally knows why Senior Ning wrote these words on it.

Just by reading the content of this line, I became endlessly interested in this comic.

"Senior Ning, I'm sorry, we lost." Luo Yidan looked at Ning Hao and said sincerely.

"I'm sorry, senior."

"I'm sorry, senior."

The three apologized together.

Especially Dong Haoxiang, his face was full of frustration, and it was not that his seniors couldn't co-author, but he didn't want to see them at all.

If you look at other people, such a complex idea, plus drawing and coloring, comes at a fingertips, at this level, it is estimated that several teachers in their art department may not have such a level. He was really convinced.

Glancing at Wang Yao, Dong Haoxiang said a little sourly, "Congratulations, Wang Yao, you can learn from Senior Ning in the future!" ”

Although these words are a bit jealous, Dong Haoxiang is really envious of the other party, with a god of Ning Hao's level, it will definitely be beneficial to follow him for a few years.

"Senior, teacher, since this side is over, I'll go back first!" Dong Haoxiang said dejectedly.

"Teacher, we're going back too." Lin Jiayi and Luo Yidan also said.

A few people turned around and were about to go out.

Ning Hao hurriedly stopped them, "What are you going to go, I haven't finished talking yet!" ”

Several people turned around, all looking at Ning Hao blankly, not knowing what he was going to do when he stopped him.

At this point, Ning Hao didn't know that several juniors and sisters had misunderstood what he meant, and he couldn't help but be a little funny.

"The salary is according to the standard I just said, the internship period is two months, if there is no problem, come to work as soon as possible, right?"

"Huh?"

"Senior, do you mean, we, we've all been admitted?" Several students asked incredulously

"Well, your foundation is a little weak, but it doesn't matter, comics don't have particularly high requirements for drawing skills, so you have to work hard!"

"Uh-huh! Got the senior! ”

Hearing that they were hired, Lin Jiayi and the others were very happy.

"Why are you still called a senior?" Luo Yidan stabbed Lin Jiayi,

"Oh, Mr. Ning!" Lin Jiayi hurriedly smiled and bowed to Ning Hao,

"Mr. Ning!"

Knowing that a few students were joking, Ning Hao didn't mind, "We are a small studio, not suitable for that, you can call me Brother Ning, or senior." Ning Hao said with a smile.

(End of chapter)