You can see a bunch of things you have saved, but for Liang Yu, who has been devastated by military training, he doesn't want to do anything when he comes back every day except to soak his feet in hot water.

I don't want to return to it, I really want her to sleep like this, but I can't sleep, and the habit of saving in the past still makes her pick up a pen and draw something every day.

Needless to say, although I took a leave of absence for an issue, it was inevitable that I would have to deliver the manuscript in the second half of the month, since I couldn't sleep like this, and there was no evening self-study, Liang Yu simply began to draw at the desk. Compared to the high school where you can't do anything, college is like heaven, and although freshmen are not allowed to bring computers and the like, the tools for drawing comics and comic books are obviously not on the list of prohibitions.

In fact, the school's rules didn't really work.

Thinking like this, Liang Yu couldn't help but glance back at Du Xiaoxiao, who was quickly sorting out the report with a networked notebook on his desk. Although she went to college, she still seems to be very busy, even after schoolwork - now it is military training, she does not seem to be idle.

In contrast, Xia Ji, who used to be the student president of the school and was in charge of various affairs, really did as she said, unloaded all the burdens of the past and began to enjoy college life with peace of mind. Now she is wearing a tulle dress underwear, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, standing elegantly next to Liang Yu, watching her paint.

"Oh, is this a comic?"

"yes, this is the manga you banned!" Liao Yuqing said unkindly.

However, Xia Ji responded very indifferently: "No, it's not me, it's forbidden by the school." ”

"That's not the same." Liao Yuqing pouted and complained.

Xia Ji laughed: "That's different, the things stipulated by the school are just fulfilling my duties as the student president, but it doesn't mean that this is my own intention." ”

"You're quibbling." Liao Yuqing argued, but felt that this would make Liang Yu noisy. Or the voice was muted.

Xia Ji didn't pay attention to the quarrel with Liao Yuqing, she gently looked at Liang Yu's attentive side face, and then focused her gaze on the drawing paper, the thin brushstrokes rubbed the paper, and the outlined lines quickly formed the characters and pictures.

It is said that practice makes perfect, and this is especially true of painting.

You keep drawing. Keep pondering, accumulate over time, and your painting skills will naturally become better. Skills are just the summary of predecessors or things that are refined through continuous sharpening, while basic skills are the most important and practical things.

Liang Yu didn't understand at first why Chen Nan was already so powerful, and he always kept drawing, and practiced repeatedly on the manuscript paper whenever he had time. However, with the deepening of this field. She also gradually understood that painting is indeed like this, like sailing against the current, if you don't paint, you will soon become rusty, and if you persist, many things that you can't see in the past are not good, and after repeated practice, you can quickly find the crux of the problem.

Grasp the inaccurate proportions and perspective relationships of the human body. Practice also makes perfect on the accumulation of exercises.

Now Liang Yu can puff up his chest and declare himself an excellent cartoonist. Of course, with her character, most of them would not do such a thing, but at this moment, her paintings did conquer Xia Ji, although they are not at all the same as those famous paintings displayed in the window, but this uniform and smooth line. It conveys a special charm.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Xia Ji asked.

"Don't bother with you, if Xiaoyu is concerned, I'll help her!" Liao Yuqing considers herself an old assistant, but in the past, behind the club, she did help Liang Yu do a lot of simple work such as blackening and pasting outlets. At least in terms of carefulness, she threw Yuwen Tong a few streets.

However, if someone is willing to help, Liang Yu is very welcome, although the editor Huang Yuan told her that as long as the characters of the original work are drawn, and the annotations, backgrounds and the like are sent to him, he will send someone to complete it, but the friend's account is not the kind of work with a very exquisite background and a very detailed painting style from the beginning, and even the outlets are not used much, Liang Yu feels that if she can solve this kind of thing, there is no need to trouble editing - she has survived the unscripted during this time.

"Senior sister, if you want to help, can you trouble blacking out the part that hits X with a brush?" Liang Yu put the drawn manuscript paper in front of Xia Ji and demonstrated it to her.

This kind of work does not require any skills at all, only patience and carefulness are enough, Xia Ji nodded.

At the beginning, Liao Yuqing also put on the appearance of a senior, and planned to count her down after Xia Ji came out of the embarrassment at any time, but there is such a talented Yibin type of person in this world, Xia Ji only tried a few times, and found the trick, the blackened part was painted quickly and well, so that Liao Yuqing could only stare dryly on the side, and couldn't say a single provocative word.

On the contrary, Xia Ji said to her when she put down the brush and moved her arm: "Yuqing, do you want me to help you." ”

"Who wants your help?" Liao Yuqing said this angrily, and as a result, he scratched a piece of the dot paper with a force, but fortunately he did not hurt the original paper underneath.

Just when Liao Yuqing was about to have a seizure, Liang Yu's mobile phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Liang Yu, I'm Huang Yuan, are you empty now?"

"Well, what's the matter?" Liang Yu answered the phone with one hand, picked up the pen and drew two strokes on the drawing paper, outlining the round figure of the cat teacher.

"That's the ......" So Huang Yuan told Liang Yu what Cheng Qian entrusted him to convey: "I also know that you have just passed now, the new school, the new life must be busy, but Lao Qian contributed to the script last time, and I can't refuse him to die too much with this favor, and this is indeed a good opportunity, no need for script auditions, as long as you are photographed by the director, you can be on the big screen, I think this is also a good opportunity for you." ”

Liang Yu knew that Huang Yuan's words could not be trusted, and she also wanted to focus her attention on the comics rather than the script, but because she had cheated Huang Yuan once about the animation of her friend's account last time, she did not refuse this time, but asked further: "Is this script urgent?" ”

Huang Yuan wanted to say that he was in a hurry, but considering Liang Yu's current situation, he still said: "Anyway, as soon as possible, if you can't come up with a complete script, you can give an outline or something like that." ”

Huang Yuan thought that if he had an outline, he would be able to deal with Lao Qian.

"Want a love story?"

"Hmm."

"Can I draw before?" Liang Yu asked.

"What did you draw before?" Huang Yuan didn't expect what kind of works Liang Yu had painted before.

"Well, it was posted on the Internet."

In this way, Liang Yu has indeed serialized comics on the Internet, although it is only for a period of summer vacation, but in addition to the four grids, there is also an untitled silent film comic.

Huang Yuan asked Liang Yu for the address of the website, and then clicked in according to the map. (To be continued.) )