It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"It would be great if I could be a copywriter (

Light novel, a familiar term.

On the one hand, content with different brisk styles is inseparable from the packaging of books on the other.

The so-called packaging.

It is the sum of attracting all customers' attention, making them purchase goods and incentives.

Taking ordinary works as an example, the title layout, book cover, book waist, introduction, and illustrations are all part of the package.

Among these things, one of the most important to light novels is illustrations.

No matter how glamorous the characters appear in the book, how exciting the plot development... If it can not be reflected in the illustrations, the attractiveness index will first drop by half.

Therefore, for the majority of light novelists, the painters responsible for drawing illustrations of their works are like the supreme existence that can control their destiny.

Just like the gods of all walks of life.

Ever since Thunderstrike Library and Bilibili developed a new style of illustration, the illustrator industry has been in a state where gods and gods are everywhere, led by Su Chen and Su Xiaoxiao.

There are the only almighty gods in the industry like Su Chen Su Xiaoxiao, the little gods who are not very reliable, the gods who are strong but lack stability, and the confused gods who create problems and cause trouble to the publishing industry...

Now, the sunny morning.

Mr. Dan was sitting face to face with two reliable "gods", discussing work issues.

The two painters are Yinsha and Fengyu.

Su Chen's former comics assistant now publishes single-line original comics under the name of the studio, and occasionally receives orders, designs people, or comics adaptations.

What I'm talking about now is the collaboration on the comic adaptation of Mr. Dan's "Listen to Dad".

Today, he is also considered a best-selling author.

Under Su Chen's introduction, it is not unreasonable that Yinsha and Fengyu are the chief writers.

"Well, that's it. In the future, "Listen to Daddy's Words" will be caricatured. I will ask the two teachers to bother."

"Yes, each other."

Then, the two women, the egg president, and the editor of Qingyu together, the four had a simple meal and happily shared a wave of work-related topics.

After that, they returned to the apartment.

Since the workload of this cartoonization is still quite large, Yinsha and Fengyu are planning to make a good start. On the first day, Xiangan had several hundreds of pages.

Putting on a more relaxed home clothes, Otosha and Fengyu worked **** the apartment table to paint.

One minute later.

A little tired, put down the pen, and the two stretched out.

Another minute passed.

Tired again, make a cup of black tea, one cup per person, refreshing.

After drinking the black tea, work hard for ten minutes.

No, after drinking, I suddenly didn't have any thoughts to continue painting.

Play with the phone for a while.

Oh, this group of painters is really interesting.

All of them are talents, and they speak nicely.

The melons in this post are really delicious. Everyone on the Internet is a great writer, and the clown is by my side.

The two women looked down on their phones with extremely high synchronization rates.

After a while.

I finally remembered that today's fixed amount of work has not yet been completed.

So put away the sloppy state of mind, concentrate on painting for half an hour.

then.

"Feng Yu, do you want to play games?"

"But today's drawing..."

"It's okay, I'll draw later, let's play a little bit, I recently learned a LOL top score routine, you help me, we both come to the game to qualify, just one game."

Since Yinsha said that only one game will be played...

"Uh... well then."

Feng Yu hesitated briefly before agreeing.

It takes only half an hour to die for a game.

It's not too late to work in half an hour.

Anyway, both of them are veteran painters, so the speed is definitely not.

Thinking like this.

After that, they swim in Summoner's Canyon with Otosha.

Down the road happy yellow hair combination routine, ez galaxy.

After one game, their side surrendered in fifteen minutes, and the two girls gave away 11 heads together, and their teammates put on pain masks directly.

"How did you fight this."

"There is no gaming experience!"

After playing a round of the game, Yin Shao was troubled. At any rate, he was a shooter. There was no shark alone, and he couldn't help feeling upset.

——This b game is like this.

Sometimes, I want to play a game to change my mood, but I get in and get hit by the enemy on the ground.

After the game, the mood is more depressed than before, a batch of uncomfortable ones.

Looking at the time, a game including the BP time in the queue, no more than 20 minutes.

So Yinsha also said angrily: "Why don't we have another round, it's a bit of a game experience at any rate."

"Row."

Maybe it was too early to see the time, and Feng Yu agreed to come down.

And there is one more thing, the game just now was really uncomfortable, the kind of aggrievedness that couldn't even get an assist, the kind of irritability...I knew it all.

Qualify for another round.

This time it was a bit of a game experience, and the whole game was evenly balanced.

However, before the last wave of team battles of the Nakano teammates, there was a wave of two-to-five brain hemorrhage operations, both of them were killed in the wild area, so that all the previous 30 minutes of fierce fighting were all Muda, and the opposite side danced and pushed the base flat.

Good guys.

After this round, Yinsha couldn't help but become more angry.

The mentality exploded.

"What kind of teammate is this? I'll take it... Let's be serious and try another round, at least for the first win."

"That...today's drawing?" Feng Yu was ashamed.

"If I win this round, I will start painting, otherwise I will be stateless if I paint now." Otosha was not straightforward and strong.

Feng Yu: "..."

Forget it, as long as you are happy.

Today, the little woman's rights should die with the gentleman.

About three and a half hours passed.

The sky was completely dark.

"Fuck hahaha finally won a game! My old lady MVP super god, hahaha! Feng Yu, do you think I am hanging?"

Yinsha exited the game in surprise, and opened the record page of wegame to enjoy it.

Above that, under the only green, is a dense swath of red.

——The two went down in the black double row, and only won a game after losing all afternoon.

It's pretty outrageous.

In various senses.

Feng Yu wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

"Hmm, you are the most powerful, you are the most hanging..."

"...So, can we start working?" she reminded weakly.

"Of course!" Otosha patted her chest full of vitality, and stood up, "I am in the best condition now! It is not a problem to draw a scroll at once!"

"Come on, let's start working! Let's do it till dark!"

Feng Yu covered his face, and felt helpless to spit out: "Then what, it's already dark now..."

"Ah this? What time is it now?" Yinsha had a dazed expression on her face.

"Yenking time, 7:12pm."

"Fuck?"

Yinsha was dumbfounded, "What's this...we played for four hours just now?"

"Do you think?" Feng Yu stared at his eyes sullenly.

"Ah, ah, dying! This is going to kill my old lady. Before I leave, I promised an egg teacher and set the manga artist to him in the afternoon."

"So, why are you still in a daze, hurry up and draw!" Feng Yu said.

The two hurriedly picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and continued to work on the tablet.

Wait until nine o'clock in the evening.

The predetermined amount is only half completed.

After Otosha pondered for a while, suddenly put down the pen slowly.

"What are you doing? Why don't you continue to draw?" Feng Yu glanced at her, and said non-stop with his hands.

Yinsha looked calm: "I am thinking, I will definitely not finish painting today. It's better to drag the manuscript. The studio is also closed collectively, so it's a vacation..."

Feng Yu: "..."

What kind of countermeasure is this?

and also……

Don't say such things blankly, just stop the publication and drag the manuscript at every turn. Isn't it too proficient?

"It's okay to stop the publication, but what about Teacher An Egg?"

"Hey, I will find a reason to drag it on over there. After all, everyone is a colleague from the same company, so I don't want to give this kind of affection?"

Feng Yu was speechless for the operation that Yinsha had already arranged.

qq.

After the two discussed and determined, they quickly reported the news to the editor.

As for the ace painter of Lightning Strike Library, the editor responded to this small request in seconds.

then.

Yinsha happily sent the holiday news to the qq group.

"The next week, the publication of the work will be closed. You can read more comics, or you can receive a list of manuscripts in your own name."

As soon as the news came out, many painters bubbling to express their congratulations.

"Okay! It's closed again!"

"It's forbidden."

"walk slowly."

"Wonderful."

"Why do you want to stop the publication suddenly?"

"Congratulations, maybe the boss is lazy again."

"Low EQ: I'm too lazy to draw today's copy, and I'm all exhausted, so I just stop publishing for a few days.

High EQ: Inspiration dries up, stop to learn more, and by the way, give everyone in the studio a holiday benefit. "

"The sensible person 233 upstairs."

"It's not easy for a painter to paint and cherish it."

The little qq group is full of joyful atmosphere.

After Yinsha saw it, she was too lazy to interact, and directly gave the active sensible painter a banned language package.

——Boy, you know too much.

Finish it all.

The two women packed up a half-and-a-half of the sketches.

Relaxed for a while.

Since the publication is going to be closed tomorrow, just leave the work behind.

Yinsha even called Su Xiaoxiao.

Asked her if she would have time tomorrow to play mahjong and fight the landlord together in her spare time.

The latter naturally agreed.

Yinsha said to invite Su Chen again, or grab Xia Fan directly, just to make up a complete mahjong table.

And just after everything is arranged, and after what time is the next day to play mahjong——

Mr. Dan called.

"Teacher Yinsha, it's now the next day... The person setting you mentioned yesterday morning..."

"This, sorry, we haven't finished drawing here."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry today." Dan always said politely on the phone, "May I ask when I can draw it?"

"Um... ten days later."

"What?"

"The manuscript will be published in ten days. This...the recent workload is relatively large, so we temporarily suspend the publication for a week to collect materials for the comics."

Yinsha held the phone between her shoulders, and stirred the mahjong tiles with her hands.

Since several people are their own people, they are playing mahjong with the purpose of playing casually, so there is no mahjong machine, and the cards are shuffled manually.

Over the phone.

Hearing the sound of Yinsha, Dan always twitched his cheeks.

He is also an adult in his thirties.

I'm not familiar with this voice.

"By the way, Teacher Otosha, take the liberty to ask, are you...?"

"Huh? I'm collecting materials, what's the matter?" Yinsha responded casually.

Then, outside the phone——

"Dongfeng."

"North Wind."

"Nine."

"Bump! Seventy thousand."

"Pass a bar... make a fortune"

Chief Egg: "..."

Sister, do you think I am deaf?

This is really the sound of playing mahjong, you tell me to get the material...

This is called material collection?

Playing mahjong is considered as a material for chickens!

In his heart, he dared not speak.

"That's it, then I won't disturb Teacher Yinsha. When your suspension is over, please continue to take care of it." Dan always can only be humble online.

——Also, I don't know if it is an illusion, he even heard Su Chen's voice on the mahjong table on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, okay." Yinsha hung up the phone quickly.

Then, as soon as I hung up——

"Whose gets rich? It's a tie! It's a tie!"

"I hit..." Su Chen, the opponent, looked depressed.

Old hapless.

"Haha, dealer, two open bars, single smash, tears on the bars..."

"Fifth, 32, President Su is angry."

"..."

The atmosphere of the mahjong table reaches its peak.

the other side.

Over the phone, after thinking and thinking, Mr. Egg, who always felt unbalanced in his heart, finally mustered up the courage and sent a message to the editor in charge.

Try to see if you can also stop the issue as a whole.

"Qingyu editor, can the publication of the next volume be postponed for half a month?"

whisper:"?"

Mr. Dan: "That's it, I want to suspend the publication for a week and a half."

As soon as he saw this, he was shocked.

Closed?

Just a week and a half as soon as you speak?

What a joke!

Now it's the hottest period of "Listen to Dad", and all the special codes are now on sale...

At such an eye-catching time period, you backhanded me to stop the issue, and I will not agree to you even if my brain is burnt!

So Qingyu directly said: "No! Why did you suddenly ask, what is the special reason for the suspension?"

"Inspiration dries up, codewords are difficult, and what I write is just like boiled water. It is already a salted fish... I need to suspend publication for a period of time, adjust my status, and collect materials."

Egg always strives for the opportunity to stop the publication.

however.

The whisper was understood in seconds, and he sneered and replied: "Come on, ghosts will believe you. If there is no source of inspiration, I will invite you to sit in the small black room of Lightning Strike Library."

Chief Egg: "..."

He was frightened and shivered unnaturally in front of the computer screen!

If you don't agree, who can stand the little black house?

Recalling the fear of being dominated again...

Mr. Dan hurriedly used his masterpiece to change his face: "Haha~www.wuxiahere.com~ I just made a joke. It's just a joke when the inspiration is exhausted. It's just a joke-I won't bother you to visit tomorrow."

Whispering softly: "Huh, I have the skill to make jokes, so it's better to think about the special code."

President Dan: "Oh, editor, listen to me, in fact, I have a reason for not being able to code words now."

Whispering softly: "You started again?"

Mr. Dan: "I was diagnosed with cancer, and the doctor informed me that I would be alive within a few days. Now when we talk, we always say one thing less!"

"Haha, edit, then edit." Qingyu had no fluctuations in his heart at this time.

He has long been accustomed to fighting wits and courage with Mr. Dan.

See through.jpg

The egg always continues to sell miserably: "Uuuuu, I have never seen a cold-blooded person like you, and even the patient whose life is coming to an end does not give up squeezing..."

"Is this society going to be better? With a chill, as the editor in charge of a brand company like Thunderstrike Library, wouldn't your conscience hurt?"

As he spoke, the egg almost moved himself.

However, Qingyu did not take this set, and finally warned with an indifferent expression:

"Teacher An Egg, I don’t know if I have a conscience... but I’m going to tell you very seriously now, and then I will make these useless jokes, and I will come to visit directly the next day, and the little black house will wait for you!"

The egg always shivered.

Looking at Qingyu's reply, he also knew that he would not be singing anymore.

Alas, let's hurry up.

He forced to open the codeword software.

Today's victory:

-The defeat of the total egg.

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