The Creator of the Second Dimension

　　Dingdong——

The doorbell lifted Mr. A Chuang's head from the draft of the storyboard that was wiped several times with an eraser, and glanced at the direction of the door. After a little hesitation, he got up. Through the peephole of the security door, he could see what he was wearing. A short-haired woman in a T-shirt and jeans is standing at the door.

　　 "Xueluo editor?"

　　 Teacher A Chuang hurriedly opened the door and let Li Ruoxuan in.

　　 Although I have been here several times, Li Ruoxuan still sighed while looking at Mr. A Chuang's living environment.

This is an ordinary one room and one living room. The living room is almost full of painting desks. It is messy and there are traces of ink and pencils everywhere. Li Ruoxuan glanced at the kitchen. It was obvious that it hadn't been opened for a long time. There were many takeaways in the trash can. The box does not look very healthy either.

　　 "I'm sorry, I haven't done much here."

　　 Teacher A Chuang took out the disposable paper cup from the refrigerator and poured a glass of iced Coke to Li Ruoxuan.

　　 "I'm drawing the storyboard, but I don't have much inspiration. The manuscript for this issue should be available to you on the weekend..."

　　 Teacher A Chuang said that he is a little emboldened. Recently, whether it is the low ranking of readers' survey or the stranded animation, he is uneasy. It takes a break-in period to temporarily change the editor. He suddenly felt a sense of despair.

The monthly fee for Mr. A Chuang is 450 yuan per page, 30 to 50 pages per month. After tax is deducted, the net income is about 11 to 16 thousand. In Ningjiang It can only be regarded as an average level, but Mr. A Chuang still needs to pay for the salary of his assistants, as well as the purchase of painting materials and other expenses. After paying the rent, there is not much money that can be saved.

　　 What's more important is that the cartoonist is almost open all year round. Since the serialization, Mr. A Chuang has never had a holiday, and is in the **** of the deadline every day.

　　 "Teacher A Chuang, about the animation of "Soul Eater"..."

　　 Li Ruoxuan sat on the somewhat messy sofa indifferently, and took out the planning book from his schoolbag.

　　 "Although the other party agrees to accept it, the proposed project is somewhat different. I think you must confirm it before making a decision."

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 Teacher A Chuang took the planning book and quickly read it intently.

　　 Li Ruoxuan put her hands on her knees, secretly observing the expression of Mr. A Chuang.

He was confused at first, and then slightly startled. The speed of turning the pages of the book also began to increase. Teacher A Chuang's eyes widened. Until the last page, he slowly closed the planning book and closed his eyes, as if he was going to be in his head. Constructed the plot again.

　　 "What, how?"

　　 Li Ruoxuan has not seen the expression of Mr. A Chuang before, and she suddenly felt like a boulder hanging high.

　　 After a long aftertaste, Mr. A Chuang opened his eyes and slapped his thigh hard.

　　 "This plot, even I didn't expect to unfold like this..."

　　 He hurriedly stood up, and regardless of Li Ruoxuan's still beside him, he came to the painting stage and immersed himself in writing.

　　 "Here we can transition like this...In this scenario...Wait, maybe you can use this method..."

　　 Li Ruoxuan tilted her head, and a question mark appeared on her head. She stood up and leaned behind Mr. A Chuang.

　　 I saw that teacher A Chuang was writing on the draft with marks and words that Li Ruoxuan could not understand at all. This seemed to be the outline afterwards. Li Ruoxuan struggled to identify the words before he could see Huangfuxuan's words.

　　 About twenty minutes later, Mr. A Chuang woke up like a dream, he yelled and looked at Li Ruoxuan.

　　 "Ah, editor Xueluo, sorry, I..."

　　 He didn't know how to explain, so he picked up his draft outline and said excitedly.

"This plan inspired me. It turns out that I have laid so many foreshadowings in the plot before, and many details can now be used. I think I have found a way to develop a new plot. Thank you so much. Edit Xueluo!"

　　 He almost hugged him, but soon realized his behavior, he could only jump on the spot twice to express his excitement.

　　 "So, Mr. A Chuang, do you agree with this adaptation plan?"

　　 Li Ruoxuan asked. Of course she was very happy to see her author break through the bottleneck, but she did not forget what was going on.

　　 "Agree, agree, I really can't wait to see the animation broadcast!"

　　 Teacher A Chuang said excitedly, his eyes full of expectation.

　　......

　　 Ningjiang 1919 Bar Street, feasting and dancing.

　　 In a small bar, the bartender is wiping the cups, and an unknown female singer is singing on stage, but no one listens. Everyone just drank and talked about daily chores.

　　 Cheng Kewei sat opposite the bartender, with a small glass of wine in front of him, he watched the bar put the glass in place, and said.

　　 "Xiao Zheng, I will leave it to you in the future, and I will probably get busy."

　　 "Cousin, do you really want to go back to do anime?"

The bartender looked at Cheng Kewei and said that this bar was opened by him and Cheng Kewei together. The business situation is good. However, a few days ago, Cheng Kewei suddenly said that he would quit. Although most of the bars are run by Xiao Zheng, Cheng Kewei mainly paid the money. Leaving like this still made Xiao Zheng feel a little confused.

　　 "Well, I have had enough rest these years. It's time to return to my battlefield, haha."

　　 Cheng Ke took a sip of the wine in the glass. The strong alcohol mixed with ice cubes stimulated his throat.

　　 "Xiao Zheng, you have proven your own strength in the past few years. You can stand on this street. Don't worry, I will come back often."

　　 He leaned forward and patted the opponent on the shoulder.

　　 "Cousin...hey, that person is here again."

Xiao Zheng wanted to say something, but as soon as he saw a figure on the shoulder of Kewei, he immediately whispered ~www.readwn.com~ Cheng Kewei turned his head and saw a knee-length beige skirt and black stockings, and his upper body was white. The woman in the long-sleeved shirt walked into the bar and sat down in front of the bar.

　　 She glanced at Xiao Zheng and Cheng Kewei, and then spoke.

"same as usual."

"okay."

　　 Xiaozheng winked at Cheng Kewei, and then turned to mix the drinks.

　　 Cheng Ke twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at the woman secretly, but the other party didn't care and just looked at his mobile phone.

　　 This is no one else, it is the old colleague Yao Jiajie who reunited during the day in Magic Light.

　　 Since learning that Cheng Kewei opened a bar in 1919 Bar Street, Yao Jiajie has often come here to order a cocktail. She didn't talk to Cheng Kewei, so she just sat quietly.

　　 If Cheng Kewei has a clear conscience, that's fine, but he does have a conscience, so he dare not take the initiative to talk.

　　 However, it was indeed an accident to meet Yao Jiajie in Magic Power today. Cheng Kewei thought that this might be an opportunity to solve the problem, so he walked over with the wine and sat next to Yao Jiajie, but the lady didn't even look at Cheng Kewei.

　　 Just as Cheng Kewei was considering how to speak, his cell phone's ringtone interrupted the reading.

　　 took out his mobile phone, Cheng Kewei discovered that it was a call from Li Ruoxuan, the editor of "Monthly Youth Frontline" who was visiting during the day.

　　 "Hey, editor Xueluo, what's wrong?"

　　 He stepped back and asked a little later, and then he heard the words from the other side. Although Cheng Kewei knew it, he repeated it with a little excitement.

　　 "The animation decision of "Soul Eater" is left to us!???"

　　 Yao Jiajie couldn't help but look at this sentence. The two looked at each other unexpectedly. At the same time, they stayed in place, silent, except for the blues of the bar, which was charming in the air.