within the biological world.

Xiao Tie from the elven world is concentrating on studying the tree fruit that has just grown.

Depending on the growing environment, the fruit may change to a certain extent.

Fortunately, the tree fruit that has just grown is not much different from the elven world.

Iron then begins to look for a suitable metal for Poké Balls.

It needs to be stiff and has good ductility.

"Boss, the wrist forces have sent a new wave of materials, and they will be placed in the warehouse." Just then, the doors of the institute opened, and an equally swarthy eighteen-year-old boy stepped in.

This is the team that is configured for Xiao Tie.

A stunned young man with iron-striking skills, Xiaohu.

Previously, Poké Ball-related short films had been fermented on the Internet, and the Poké Ball Department of Red and White Company was working overtime almost every day.

The daily work of a physical worker like Xiaohu is to strike iron, and I have heard repeated tests to find the right materials for the elves.

The production process of Poké Balls is cumbersome, and there are more than a dozen kinds of materials involved.

The rest of the department needs to analyze the data from each experiment.

At the same time, he researched the space technology that Xiao Tie brought from the elven world.

It takes at least a month to make the finished product.

Xiao Tie rubbed his slightly sour head.

He still underestimated the difficulty.

After coming to the creature world, all the departments related to Poké Balls were built from scratch.

There's so much to manage.

Xiao Tie walked out of the department and walked towards the warehouse.

"Pelly." The warehouse is filled with the strength of the wrist to carry materials.

After seeing Xiao Tie, his wrist strength said hello.

"Good work." Xiao Tie took his subordinates and began to select materials.

I'm going to work overtime again today.

They were busy chatting at the same time.

Xiao Tie couldn't help but sigh:

"If we draw a comic of the process of making Poké Balls, it will definitely become a hit."

Xiao Tie is actually a comic book fan.

He has paid attention to the more famous comics on the market and chased them up.

But the development of the biological world in this type of entertainment is indeed a bit sluggish.

At present, the comic industry is a sunset situation with no new blood.

Xiao Tie's words resonated with many subordinates.

"That's right, boss, if the style and plot of the comics are better now, they will definitely be able to become popular, but it's a pity that the cartoonists in our country are not very good."

"No, those comic magazines used to do pretty well, but in recent years they have also gone out of business."

For Xiao Tie's subordinates, comics can be regarded as part of their childhood.

It's just that when they grow up, the new generation no longer likes comics, or rather...... Their love for comics is no longer as good as that of Xiao Tie's subordinate generation.

As a result, the comics gradually began to fall into loneliness.

……

Inside the classroom.

Dozens of students were almost all gathered at the back of the room, circulating something.

From time to time there are exclamations.

"Xiaofeng, is this really what you painted? It's so interesting! ”

"Wow, this wonderful frog seed is so cute."

"Xiaofeng, will your comics be published, it will definitely be popular! I will definitely support it. ”

"Xiaofeng, you are so good, you have good academic performance, and you can draw comics." Many girls have slightly red cheeks.

The students in the entire classroom were reading a hand-drawn cartoon.

Thin cartoons of a dozen pages were passed on repeatedly.

Xiao Feng scratched his head embarrassedly and smirked.

Originally, his heart was still full of apprehension, for fear that his comics would not be liked.

After seeing the performance of his classmates, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, my comics are still good.

I may really be able to become a good cartoonist in the future.

Xiaofeng thought so.

It's out of school.

Xiaofeng walked in the direction of home with his schoolbag on his back.

On the way, his classmates kept greeting him, which he had rarely felt before.

A dozen pages of comics made him suddenly become popular.

Xiaofeng likes this feeling very much, don't look at the image of him as a stuffy gourd all the time, in fact, he is very eager for friends.

His steps couldn't help but be cheerful, and his face was full of smiles.

Passing by the elf shop, he took out his VIP card and went in to buy some snacks of frog seeds.

The little windmill with wonderful frog seeds at home must have been waiting for him.

However, Xiaofeng was also a little worried.

His parents wanted to be a professor of genetics, but at the same time they were opposed to raising elves themselves.

Very contradictory.

This is the same logic as wanting to become a veterinarian, but not keeping small animals at home.

If it weren't for the blind box that opened the wonderful frog seeds, the family would not be so vibrant now.

I hope my parents can be kind to the little windmill.

……

Back home, the door opens.

"I'm back." The first thing Xiaofeng saw when she walked into the house was her mother sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching TV with a mask on.

"You're back." Xiaofeng's mother squeezed out a little sound from her nose, which was a response.

"There's an apple on the table, you can eat it."

Xiaofeng walked to the living room, and there were only a few poor apples left on the plate, apparently leftovers.

He grabbed it and nibbled on a few bites, then quietly returned to his room.

"Little windmill." He lowered his voice like a thief.

For fear of being heard by his mother, who doesn't like elves.

He didn't want his mother to lose her temper again.

But I didn't get any response after calling for a long time.

Xiaofeng's heart sank.

Could it be that the little windmill was kicked out of the house?

For the first time in his life, he had the idea of rebellion in his heart.

With a gloomy face, he walked to the living room and said in a low tone: "Mom, have you seen the little windmill?" ”

But he saw his mother raise her head angrily, put her fingers to her lips, and squeezed out a sentence from her mouth: "You bear child will have so many things to do as soon as you come home, don't make noise to the little windmill." ”

Xiaofeng was stunned, and then saw the little windmill lying next to his mother, with a small mask on his face, and his body fell together, obviously asleep.

He rubbed his eyes, confused.

Looking at it like this, how do you feel that the little windmill seems to have been integrated into the family?

Xiaofeng carefully sat down on the sofa, accidentally making a noise on the way, and got another glare from her mother.

Xiaofeng realized that the TV had been muted all along.

In the past, my mother always turned up the volume.

And the mask on the face of the little windmill is also a precious skin care product for the mother, so I used it like this.

Oh, my God.

How can his treatment be worse than that of elves.

Xiaofeng's heart should not only be happy or bitter.

Originally, Xiaofeng also wanted to share the good news of his comics being recognized with Little Windmill, but now it seems that ......

It's as if I'm going to wait for the other person to wake up.

Xiaofeng sat on the sofa for a while and then went to do his homework.

Sitting alone in an empty room, the feeling of loneliness hits.

In the evening.

Xiao Feng yawned, aroused by the smell of food coming from outside, and he couldn't help but walk out of the room.

Mother and little windmill were both busy in the kitchen.

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