"Dude, that's awesome!"
Meng Fan, who returned to his room after supper and continued to draw, received several WeChat messages from Mr. Kun, including a screenshot and a link of a bib. Click on it and see, isn’t it just the video of today’s big brother Shan Jin’s concert? Well, the person in this video also specifically circled Meng Fan, pointing out that he was the culprit who caused the audience to laugh.
In addition, Meng Fan was also introduced in the text on the scarf, not the name but the name of the host. This made Meng Fan very happy, at least there will be more people in the live broadcast room in the future.
There are a lot of retweets and a lot of comments, all of which are about laughing with Shabi, the source of today's happiness, etc., mainly positive comments.
"Your smile is really poisonous. I watched the video and laughed along."
"This is the rhythm of you wanting to become an Internet celebrity!"
"You've also finished watching this concert. You should have time to meet up, right? I really have something to talk to you about."
Meng Fan thought to himself, maybe you don't know that I have already met your deity, and replied with a smile: "I will go back to Hangzhou at noon tomorrow, and the tickets are already bought."
Mr. Sleepy quickly replied: "Is it in such a hurry? Is it convenient for you tomorrow morning?"
"It's convenient, I'm just worried that you won't be able to get up."
"I'm sure I can get up."
"That's fine. I'll wait for you at a breakfast shop in Xujiahui at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
"...I've heard about meeting so early, but it's a bit too much to make an appointment at a breakfast shop!"
"Hahaha, just kidding, tomorrow at ten o'clock, I'll wait for you at the South Railway Station, is that okay?"
"This is acceptable."
…
The next day, he wore a hat and walked ten kilometers in the community. Meng Fan went out to buy a lot of breakfast and came back, then went outside Meng Caiwei's door and woke her up.
"What time is it, you are poisonous! This is revenge, right?"
Meng Caiwei rubbed her eyes and came out, seeing Meng Fan took the initiative to buy breakfast for herself, resisted the urge to beat him up, yawned and went back to catch up on sleep after eating, and came out two hours later.
"Isn't there still a day or two of vacation? Are you going back?" Meng Caiwei saw Meng Fan looking for a bag to put his sketches in. "Don't stay another day? When are you leaving? I made an appointment with your big brother Shanjin for dinner at noon... you Not going either?"
Seeing Meng Fan shaking his head, Meng Caiwei was surprised, suddenly thought of something, and let out a long cry: "I made an appointment with the beautiful girl of traditional Chinese painting to go back to Hangzhou together, right?"
Seeing that Meng Fan didn't answer, Meng Caiwei chuckled and didn't ask any further questions. When Meng Fan was about to go out after nine o'clock, Meng Caiwei, who had already dressed up carefully, also followed.
"What are you doing?" Meng Fan asked.
Meng Caiwei smiled and said, "Send it to you."
"Are you going to meet Wu Tong?" Meng Fan couldn't guess what Meng Caiwei was going to do, so he said, "We are on the train at 1:30 in the afternoon. I left early because I had an appointment with someone else to talk about."
Will Meng Caiwei believe him? impossible!
Wearing a hat, mask, and sunglasses, he insisted on following him to the South Railway Station, and then saw a thin and slightly obscene man greeting Meng Fan from a distance.
Meng Caiwei seemed to have discovered something: "You still said you don't like boys! Is Wu Tong a cover?"
Meng Fan was completely speechless.
Seeing that it wasn't Wu Tong, Meng Caiwei turned around and left without saying hello.
If it's a girl, she must take good care of it. If it's a boy, let's fall in love freely!
Of course, that's all Meng Caiwei said, how could she really think so.
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"Adapted into comics?"
Meng Fan chatted with Mr. Kun for a few minutes before getting to the point. After listening to what Mr. Mr. Mr. Mr. said, he was quite surprised: "You mean you want me to remake your "Spirit Underground"? I haven't adapted anything before. In terms of manga experience, I just drew illustrations, don’t you think I’m a little too high?”
"You are a professional!" Mr. Kun took it for granted, "Besides, you are good at drawing! To tell you the truth, before you, I have hired many illustrators to help me draw illustrations, and even found It’s really a sad thing to help me change the manga, but the wrong style of painting is really sad.”
Taking a sip of Pepsi Happy Water, he signaled Meng Fan to listen to himself: "Your style of painting suits me very well, and you know and understand this movie. Many of your illustrations fully capture the imagery I thought of." I drew it, this one is so rare, it suits my taste completely! So, the first thing I thought of after I got back the copyright of the manga is you, and it must be you!"
"The plot of the manga, if you get it right, of course I will leave it to you. If you need help, I can provide you with a few script writers. I will also participate in the manga. In addition, if necessary, I will I will give you two assistants to help you paint and so on."
"You can choose to take a share of the manuscript fee plus an additional manuscript fee. The share includes subscription, publication, etc. after the comic is online, or you can directly quote a price."
"Anyway, all I want is you... the master painter!"
Meng Fan said: "Wait, wait. This is a script designer, an assistant, and a random price. I'm just asking, is it so profitable to write now? Or, do you have a mine at home?"
Mr. Sleepy was stunned, and gave a thumbs up: "I'm sure you know that my family has a mine!"
Meng Fan was also taken aback: "You can't really have it, can you?"
Mr. Sleepy laughed: "I belong to Mengzi, and there are indeed several mines in my family."
Meng Fan was startled: "Fuck! No wonder you dare to update like this! It turns out that you are the second generation of mines!"
Mr. Sleepy is very modest: "Three generations."
Meng Fan asked: "Aren't you afraid that I'll open my mouth if you throw the cards at me like this?"
Mr. Sleepy is very serious this time: "As long as the manga changes feel right, it's not a problem. Otherwise, I won't have to take the copyright back and check it myself. It is definitely the best choice to hand it over to the website, and the website will also Will help me find the most suitable cartoonist, but I can't guarantee if it feels right."
"To be rich is to be self-willed!" Meng Fan couldn't help feeling emotional, pondered for a moment, thought about it seriously, and gave his own answer, saying, "Because I also have a manga to start drawing, so, your matter , I have to go back and think about it. Give me some time and give you an answer within a week at the latest, how about it?"
"Reliable!"
Mr. Sleepy snapped his fingers.
I don't know if he is particularly active in everything except code words, or if Meng Fan is really interested in him, Mr. Sleepy chatted with Meng Fan for more than two hours before leaving with the drawing.
After a while, Wu Tong came ahead of time, chatting and waiting for the bullet train to Hangzhou. This was naturally comfortable for Meng Fan. After getting on the bullet train, he arrived in Hangzhou smoothly. Naturally, there are not so many bloody things to happen, the most is to meet two bear children and fight a few times from time to time. Fortunately, the parents of the bear children are not bear parents.
Back at school, Meng Fan helped Wu Tong take the luggage downstairs to the girls' dormitory, feeling a little bit reluctant, but returned to the boys' dormitory full of joy.
Before Zhang Zhou and the others came back, Meng Fan put the things in the dormitory, put the painting tube on his back and went to the studio.
Use the rest of the afternoon to fill in all the illustrations that were dragged.
After dinner, he didn't go to the studio or go for a run. Instead, he took a taxi and went to West Lake. The night tour task still needs to be cleared. However, he didn't broadcast live tonight, and he wore a hat the whole time. They sat in the corners of the scenic spot one by one, not in a daze, but pondering over the script given by Xing Tage before.
For the time being, we have not decided whether to accept the manga of Mr. Zhou, but Xing Tage's manga is definitely going to be drawn.
With a script, 3 points are added to drawing skills, and 1 point to imagination. The conditions for creating a comic are more mature.
After thinking about it, Meng Fan didn't plan to directly create comics, but found a showy angle, and planned to draw several storyboards in the script with illustrations first, and draw them one by one. Naturally, he had to paint first. Illustrator]’s experience—Meng Fan is not sure whether the contents of the comics can be judged as illustrations by the system—then connect them together and modify them slightly, which is the first few chapters of the comics!