Cartoonist Code

Dongfang Ming didn't answer. Whether it was asking her to cook by herself or marrying a new western chef, she talked about it, but she didn't take it to heart. Compared to talking about marriage, she still prefers to be alone. Otherwise, it is impossible to be thirty years old and have not been in love yet.

Every blind date arranged at home is clucking.

At about 8 o'clock in the evening, Dongfangqing left. If she had a car, she didn't need an underage middle school student to send her far, just watched her get on the car at the door of the house.

My aunt told him that if it could be serialized, I could see it in the comics this Friday, and she would send him a message tomorrow.

For some reason, Dongfang Ming was a little nervous. Originally full of confidence, he is now not sure whether "100% Psionics" can be serialized.

If he failed, how could he see the white snow blowing. No, no, no, then he draws comics again, so many comics he doesn't believe can't be serialized.

In the evening, Dongfang Ming finally got a good night's sleep. Last night, I slept after ten o'clock and didn't get enough sleep. I was still very tired in the morning, and I could only say that it was to make up for sleep.

Today is the real rest.

Take a comfortable shower, blow dry your hair, drink a glass of milk, and lie down on the bed.

He found that he was no longer sleepy when he wanted to sleep after taking a bath.

draw? No, I'm going to vomit.

Play games? He didn't play on weekends, it was time for him to go online, he went to sleep after playing for a while, with this idea in mind, Dongfang Ming turned on the computer.

Chapter 11 Serial Confirmation

Baishui Fuxue was in a bad mood.

Learning bento made my mother laugh.

When I came to the school, I opened the door of the classroom and saw Dongfang Ming, who was lying on the table and collapsed.

I don't know why, but seeing Dongfang Ming like this again, her mood improved inexplicably.

"Shake it, shake it."

Dongfang Ming opened his eyes and looked to the left habitually, but he didn't see the fox ears and dull fur exposed by the squatting Baishang Chuixue.

"On the right, on the right!"

In the right ear, there is a girl's whisper.

Dongfang Ming twisted his neck, and what he saw was different from the previous few times. It was still the girl's ears, dull hair, and those blue eyes.

"I haven't learned how to make bento yet, so today's bento is made by my mother, so let's pay the normal bento price."

Baishang Chuixue didn't quite know why she explained to Dongfang Ming.

"Okay."

Dongfang Ming agreed weakly. Last night, he and his gaming friend had been at four o'clock. He hadn't slept much, and his mental state was sluggish.

These Baishang Chuixue didn't know, she thought Dongfang Ming was just drawing comics.

"It's better not to work too hard when drawing cartoons, and pay attention to your body."

"Okay."

Bai Shang Chuixue's concern about Dongfang Ming was a little embarrassed. If he knew that he was playing games and stayed up late, he would not know how the little fox would react.

Disappointment or join the army of staying up late bald?

Tea and bento were given to Dongfang Ming by blowing snow in vain, and the latter was put into the desk. It is a pity that the bento was not made by the little fox. It would be great if he could eat the bento made by the little fox himself.

Baishang Fuxue still maintained a squatting position to chat with Dongfang Ming, the two seemed to be used to this way. After a while, about the time the other students are coming, Shirakami Fubuki returns to his position.

In the class, Dongfang Ming is usually the first to come. He thinks about going to bed at school, so he comes early. Baishuichuxue is the one who wakes up from his mother. Did not sleep.

Students go to school, social animal work.

Mayou Bianze couldn't lift herself up. She drank with friends last night and was not in a good state of mind today. After drinking, she seemed to go crazy again. Next time have a drink, don't be greedy.

"Friend Ma!"

The kind and sweet voice made the confused editor Mayu wake up instantly. This voice was their president.

She hurriedly sat up straight, flipped through the manga draft that she had sent back yesterday, and pretended to be very busy.

"Mayou, take care of me, really, I'm the president."

Dongfang Qing bent down and looked sideways at the editor in her company. As the president of a comic magazine, she should be very busy in theory, but unfortunately, this is not absolute. She does the main decision-making, and most of the things are left to subordinates to handle.

She is in tune with many subordinates. It is said that the superior should be dignified, but Dongfangqing only has a little bit, so she takes the cute route.

It's a shameful act for a thirty-year-old woman to act cute with the face of a high school student.

Edit Ze Mayu, who also looks like a high school student and wants to run to three, complained in her heart. She took a warning and never became a person like Dongfang Qing. She has always maintained a majesty.

"President, do you have any orders?"

"Hey, yes, my nephew drew a comic, let's see if it can be serialized."

Dongfangqing is used to the disrespect of the editor Zemayou to her, because the two are good friends and often drink and gossip together.

"The president's nephew shouldn't be too old, so it won't be children's graffiti."

Editor Ze Mayu felt that Dongfang Qing was amusing herself, just like the last time she took her comic and asked her if she could serialize it.

Those comics were all stick figures. The problem was that the oriental stick figures couldn't be drawn well either. She had to endure the stick figure style and she watched the plot. The **** plot like Mary Sue's novel made her blind.

"No, that kid is very powerful, just look at it and you'll know."

Dongfangqing took out the comic draft from her briefcase.

A boy in a school uniform has an expressionless face, and the collapsed building and floating rubble make up the cover.

There is also a curved spoon next to a few rubble.

"100% Psionics", is it a super-powered boy?

Edit Ze Mayu temporarily commented, the curved spoon is easy to think of superpowers.

The style of painting is average, the lines are simple, and the storyboard is very good. It seems that no one in Wenfang Club can catch up with such a storyboard.

The drawing skills are very good. The drawing skills do not mean that the more refined the comics, the better the drawing skills. Painting skills are modeling, lines, and composition. Comics are more refined than rough, filled and left blank, realistic and exaggerated. The problem is more in the style of painting.

Like girly manga, there are many lines and beautiful scenes. Many manga drawing skills are not as good as juvenile manga with simple lines. The drawing skills serve the plot and style of painting.

Like children's puzzle animation, the style of painting is simple, no matter how good your painting skills are, you can't exceed the upper limit. The upper limit of painting skills is determined by the painting style.

However, the more detailed the comics are drawn, the more they can make up for the lack of painting skills.