Cartoonist Code

Unless he often fished and had a lot of energy during that time, he would only think about gesturing with Fubuki.

"No way."

Baishang Chuixue was a little embarrassed, but she believed what Mingjiang said, because at night she really hugged Mingjiang tightly, squeezing as if to fit together.

"Yes." Dongfang Ming rubbed the fox's head again.

In the yard, there were only Dongfang Ming and Baishang Chuixue. After dinner, most of the relatives left. Everyone has a car and a house, and most of them live in the city.

Although I often do not come back due to work reasons, I will still come back during the New Year.

This year's situation is rather special, because Dongfang Ming is going to get married, and everyone asked the old man to help with the preparation and planning.

The old man was referring to Dongfang Ming's grandfather, and he was very fond of Dongfang Ming, the youngest grandson.

Especially when Dongfang Ming is still very "promising".

The same generation as Dongfang Ming, some are cartoonists, some start their own companies, some make animation, some make games, and some make movies... They are all well-known or even slightly famous people in their own circles. .

But they can't compare to a monster like Dongfang Ming.

A super popular cartoonist, a gold-medal animation producer, a genius screenwriter in the game industry, his animated films won the Oscar for animation, and he is also the master of station A's big UP.

The name of Dongfang Ming is not comparable to the first-tier stars in China before, and even the third-tier stars are not comparable.

It was not until he started a group on the scarf that everyone clearly understood the white cat and the honor he received.

"It's good, if there is no work day, it would be nice if Mingjiang was as free as I was."

Baishang Chuixue squinted her eyes and let Dongfang Ming touch her head, and she also stuffed her tail into Dongfang Ming's hands.

It means to let Dongfang Ming lick her tail.

"Ah this..."

Dongfang Ming can't guarantee that there is nothing to do for the time being like Chuixue.

Because Fubuki can suspend seiyuu activities and reduce the frequency of live broadcasts, it is difficult for him to stop.

Comics can be suspended, but what about the script of the game and the script of the animation? There are also various video submissions from Station A.

Ghost animals, handwriting, drawing stories, comics, MAD videos, stickman animations.

Dongfang Ming is a tool person. It is easy to become a tool person, but it is a bit difficult to be a tool person.

His plan is to start fishing after entering college, and then enjoy a comfortable and pleasant college campus life with Fubuki.

So in the next few years, he still needs to work hard.

Create enough for the next few years.

Why do you have to work so hard, Dongfang Ming, who was once unclear, has understood.

Excellent works from another world he wants to share with people in this world.

This kind of feeling is to see a particularly favorite drama and want to give Amway a strong feeling.

Without those works in this world, Dongfang Ming couldn’t make it easy, so he had to create it himself before making it easy.

As his popularity grew, he didn't even need Amway, and naturally people would come to see his work.

At that time, even if his work is actually a piece of stinky shit, someone will pay for the stinky shit, and there will be people lying next to him with their eyes open and praising the dog with incomprehensible abstract words. shit.

Of course, Dongfang Ming will not have works like stinky **** now, nor will there be in the future.

Even if he wants to paint "Dark Bullet" and "Magic Girl Website" in the future, it will not be for the sake of abuse, but to add his own thoughts and connotations.

...

After the arrival of New Year's Day, the footsteps of New Year's Eve are also slowly approaching.

During this period of time, there was no need to go to school, no seiyuu activities, and the little fox live broadcast became casual.

After often fishing, Baishang Fuxue gradually develops in the direction of the disabled.

Eating potato chips, drinking coke, playing plastic villains, playing video games, staying up all night, speaking abstract words, lining up with DD during live broadcast, often chaotic, and even saying "huh, huh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah" .

As the fox gradually turned into a cripple, it also began to stink and become a ghost.

Strange words such as "Oligai", "Mizzy", "Secret Little Burger" all day long.

After not needing a job, the fox finally went crazy.

"You're crazy, I'm not crazy!"

In the room, Baishang Chuixue bit the wrist of Dongfang Ming who was painting, saying that he was biting, but he was actually holding it.

It seems a bit **** to say that, but Fubuki is really holding his wrist, and his wet and warm tongue is licking his wrist "prpr".

"It's so itchy, you look like a puppy."

Dongfang Ming touched Chuixue's head and looked at Chuixue licking his wrist like a dead fat house licking his hands. He didn't know what to say.

There must be ecstasy, because the fox rarely bit him, but it feels strange.

It was the first time that Fubuki "prpr" his wrist.

"Foxes are canines."

Baishang Chuixue said, not licking, but leaned in front of Dongfang Ming's face and said.

"I'm so bored, I have nothing to do, why don't we come..."

"But I have something to do."

Dongfang Ming rolled his eyes. This was the first time this week. He came back and his waist was okay, but the problem was that it delayed his painting time.

What should I do if this manuscript cannot be submitted.

"You can do it soon."

Fubuki covered his mouth and sneered, "You can be a quick shooter, I don't mind."

"I mind."

Dongfang Ming continued to pat Chuixue's head, and sighed, "Wait, wait, wait for me to finish drawing this page. After I finish drawing, you can do whatever you want."

"Whatever I do, are you serious?" Baishang Chuixue's eyes lit up when she heard the words, a slut-like smile appeared on her face, and love appeared in her eyes.