Many times, Qin Zhengrong sees things clearly.

He Yiwei paused, his eyes evaded the camera, and he couldn't pass the level in his heart.

"Brother Yiwei, don't you want to prove your innocence? This is a method that my master has worked so hard to come up with, and it is not easy to deceive that cunning guy from Bei Weiming, you don't want to live up to my master's hard work! ”

“……”

When Gu Xiaoer was mentioned, He Yiwei immediately became energetic.

Of course, he knows that this opportunity is the best time to get back his identity and prove his innocence, if something goes wrong with him, not only will he not be able to prove his innocence, but it may also affect Mr. Gu's studio.

I must be in my heart, and my eyes slowly shift to the camera.

For the studio, for Mr. Gu, and for himself!

After He Yiwei was ready, he started the live broadcast.

Of course, at this moment, no one in his channel has come in at all. The only few fans are all old faces, familiar accounts, and they are all Lele and Xiaotong.

But that's fine, he can swing better without people.

Is "Resurrection" it?

He showed everyone how the real Resurrection manuscript came out!

In this conference room, the people who have been paying attention to the live broadcast room of Beiweiming have obviously lost their patience.

The degree is too slow, there are too many slots, and it is not as amazing as imagined.

In fact, there are too many gaps from the original.

Many people shouted "I'm so disappointed", "Sure enough, the gods should live in memory" and other words, and many fans quit the live broadcast directly, shouting that they were deceived, let Learwei Studio think carefully before hiring!

At the same time, the big screen in the conference room suddenly split in two, and another live room popped up.

The reporters were attracted again by the dull gaze.

How is it another design live broadcast? And why is the anchor still wearing a mask?

What the hell is the god doing mysteriously?

Then, after waiting for about a few minutes, everyone exclaimed as soon as they saw the prototype of the design draft of the second live broadcast room.

"It's Resurrection! Another Resurrection manuscript! ”

"Oh my God, how can there be two people hand-drawing the manuscript of Resurrection live?"

"Miss Gu, what's going on? Let me explain! ”

Gu Xiaoer's gaze shifted from the person with the black mask on the screen, nodded, and explained lightly: "Everyone, don't be impatient, this person with a mask is the designer of my studio." Because he is also more interested in today's live broadcast, he also came to try his skills. ”

"I see, it's wonderful. The two of them hand-painted together are much more exciting than just now! ”

"I think it would be wonderful if this mask designer could draw better than Mr. Covisy!"

"Well, that can't be said either. Design products, this thing is to paint the skin and bones, and it is difficult to draw the soul! No matter how similar the imitation is, how can someone draw it well by the original author! I think this is deliberately rubbing the heat! ”

Bei Weiming didn't know all this outside, and was still hand-drawing, occasionally scratching his ears and cheeks to think about what was on the design draft of "Resurrection".

On He Yiwei's side, although the number of people watching the live broadcast was small, he entered the state quickly. The hand-drawn degree of "swish" is carried out smoothly, as if the next stroke is drawn directly in the hand without going through the brain.

Everyone was shocked to see it, and those who could reach this level either remembered the work very little and didn't know how many times it had been painted.

Either the original creator himself! Only your own works will remember it so clearly!