Cartoonist Code

There is a big difference in the style of painting, and the sense of expectation is reduced.

Before opening, the fantasy of blowing snow on Baishang is the exquisite style of girl manga, but I didn't expect the style to be the same as a simple funny four-frame manga.

Still because it is Dongfang Ming's cartoon, Baishang Fuxue is still looking forward to it.

The three-episode comic has a total of more than fifty pages.

The first three episodes are about the male protagonist of high school students helping the master to remove the spirit, and the master is like a liar.

Baishang Chuixue read it quickly, the comics are interesting, more interesting than many of the comics she has read in the first three chapters, the master in it is someone he can remember, and the male protagonist has a weak sense of existence. It's not that the strength is not strong, but that there is no master who is suspected of being a liar.

As for whether the comics can be serialized, she is not sure, she is not an editor. She thinks it is very powerful because of the people who can serialize it in the publishing house of painting magazines, and she hopes that Dongfang Ming can be successfully serialized.

Does this mean that he is looking forward to becoming his girlfriend?

Baishang Chuixue glanced at Dongfang Ming with a guilty conscience, and found that he was lying on the table and fell asleep.

She should also work hard, and she has been slack in practicing her voice recently.

…

Had a nightmare.

I have been painting in my dream, I can't control it and can't stop. His hands were all scrapped, twisted, bleeding and still drawing, and the comics were full of blood.

I don't know how the earthquake ended his dream.

Dongfang Ming woke up at noon, with a squatting little fox on his left, looking at him shyly with half of his head exposed.

"The comics are great."

Baishang Chuixue didn't ask if he was sure of the serialization. He chose to believe that Dongfang Ming could. Another reason was that she was afraid that Dongfang Ming would misunderstand that she couldn't wait to abide by the agreement.

"Thank you, I think it should be able to serialize."

He called his aunt last night to talk about the comics, and tonight his aunt is coming to his house to see her nephew.

"good luck."

Fubuki Shirakami pointed to the outside of the classroom and asked.

"If Dongfang students don't eat, they may be gone."

"…"

He hurriedly ran to the small shop, Dongfang Ming didn't even buy fried bread, he didn't give up to look at the cafeteria, there were too many people, and Dongfang Ming hurried back to the classroom after queuing for a long time.

In the classroom, when Dongfang Ming came back, Bai Shang Fuxue, who was drinking tea after lunch, moved his chair and leaned against the wall.

"I won't drink it."

Baishang Chuixue's movement of drinking tea froze, and he said a word without confidence.

"no."

She didn't care that she drank her tea, it was a lie, and the little actions were exposed.

"Can you give me a drink then?"

"no!"

The words of refusal blurted out without hesitation, and then she blushed, and said unreasonably.

"Men and women are not kissable. I have drunk this. If you want, I can bring you a cup tomorrow."

She also drank the cup from yesterday, but Dongfang Ming couldn't help but rob her and drink it.

"I want to drink your cup."

Dongfang Ming is carrying Pinru's wardrobe.

"A ghost on the body?"

Blowing snow on white against the wall, hands

"no."

Dongfang Ming smiled, there were no dice this time, so he was sincere... playing a hooligan.

To his surprise, Baishang Chuixue hesitated, she was really considering whether to give Dongfang Ming a drink. She immediately strangled the thought to death, and she wouldn't do it until she was sure of the relationship.

"no."

After thinking about it for a long time, the final answer is this.

"I'll bring it to you tomorrow, the same."

It was different, the tea the beautiful girl had drank was even sweeter. Dongfang Ming complained that he was lucky today, and the dice appeared several times when he had strange thoughts, just like what he said in his heart, but the dice failed to judge.

There are many classmates in the classroom, and if he says this, he will definitely make everyone "look at it differently".

"Okay, if you can bring a bento for free, I can give you the money."

"Hmm." Fukiyuki Shirakami thought for a moment and nodded, "No problem."

Maybe in the future, I will also make bento for Dongfang Ming, and I should learn to do it myself.

After knowing that Dongfang Ming is a holiday cartoon, no matter whether the cartoon of Dongfang Ming can be serialized or not, Baishang Chuixue has made a decision.

I really had to agree, Dongfang Ming didn't expect it, and I wonder if it was the bento made by the little fox. Dongfang Ming didn't know that Baishang Chuixue couldn't cook, and was still looking forward to the little fox's cooking.

"Don't talk, write it down, I'll pay attention."

Baishang Chuixue found her notebook and asked Dongfang Ming to write down the dishes she didn't like, so that she could make lunches. Go back and try it out first. It's very easy to cook and meet my mother. She should be able to do it easily. In simulation games, she is a master chef, so it shouldn't be too difficult in reality.

"Okay." Dongfang Ming was in a happy mood, and now he is a winner in life. The second generation of officials, has a girlfriend, and may become a well-known cartoonist in the future.

I was in the same class as the little fox. Every day I went to school, Dongfang Ming had a good mood. I studied in get out of class, watched the fox after class, and went home with the fox on the same road. On the way, the two of them went shopping for vegetables.

When I got home, someone was waiting at the door.

"Little Ming!"

What greeted Dongfang Ming was a hug, there was no turbulent waves, and there was no ominous omen, because my aunt was a right A, 29 years old and more than 13 months this year.

Originally, her appearance belonged to the middle and upper class, but under the filter of this world, she became a beauty, with a face like an ungraduated college student.

"Hello auntie."