My Cartoonist Guide

　　 Shen Xin has never read "Fu Yaozhi", but is very familiar with "Semi-Monthly Feiyue".

This magazine is different from general magazines. It is a colorful manga, and its style is relatively fixed. It is usually closely related to China. It contains mostly martial arts or fairy-style comics. Sometimes there are some historical comics, styles and " "Datang Shuanglong Biography" is similar.

The style of the magazine is stronger than that of "ComicFutura" and "MangaFly", and its different styles have also given a different readership of "Feiyue", making this magazine's single-issue sales of more than 3 million copies, becoming one of the three major publications. The last issue.

　　On the Internet, readers' evaluation of "Fu Yaozhi" is not low. Two booklets have been published, and the cumulative sales have exceeded 500,000 copies. They are indeed eligible for the newcomer award.

　　 The next great newcomer hasn't appeared yet, and Shen Xin doesn't know who will be his opponent. Normally, he has to wait for the release of the pamphlet, and then infer the strength of the newcomer based on the sales volume of the pamphlet. If you speculate in this way, you should be eye-catching after the New Year.

　　 Shen Xin is not in a hurry, after all, "Y\'s" has just begun to be serialized, and he still has a lot of time to improve his reputation.

　　 The final grand prize of the "Comic Festival", the "Annual Best Feature Comic Award" was picked up by the leading publication of "Weekly ComicFutura" "The Legend of the Dragon King". Since a comic can only be won once, other magazines have no opinion.

　　 After turning off the TV, Shen Xin looked back at Xi Muxin, but the little girl looked at the TV with bright eyes.

　　 "What's wrong?" Shen Xin asked puzzled.

　　 "Next year, it would be nice if Brother Xin can also go up and accept the award." Xi Muxin looked envied.

　　 "No problem, isn't it the "Newcomer Award"?" Shen Xin rubbed his nose, "Y\'s" is not without a chance to win.

　　……

　　 An apartment in Hongchuan.

　　 The phone dropped on the ground rang a bell, and after half a minute of ringing, it finally became quiet. About ten seconds later, the bell rang again, but no one answered it.

　　 repeated this way five or six times, and the compartment door finally opened. A middle-aged man in his thirties walked out of the room angrily, glanced at the young man who was still painting at the desk in the living room, and sighed helplessly.

　　 He picked up the mobile phone on the floor and connected the call.

　　 "Compendium..."

　　 "Where is Ye Hexu?"

　　 "Teacher Ye..." The middle-aged man turned his head, the young man wearing a headset, squatting on a swivel chair, holding a G pen, and moving fast on the drawing paper, "He is painting."

　　 "Drawing? Then why don't you answer my phone?"

　　 "Uh..." The assistant scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

　　 "Should you not wear headphones? Give him the phone!"

　　The assistant quickly moved the phone away from his ear, and the roar from the microphone made the phone vibrate slightly.

　　The assistant walked to Ye Hexu's side and yelled "Ye Teacher" softly. Unexpectedly, Ye Hexu, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up, just pressing the assistant's chin.

　　 The assistant screamed, squatting on the ground with his hands under his chin, Ye Hexu also fell from the swivel chair and hugged his head tightly with his hands.

　　 "Hey, what's the matter?"

　　 The voice on the phone was very anxious, but both of them covered their injured parts and groaned in pain.

After about half a minute, the assistant's chin felt sensation. He picked up the phone on the ground and held it up to hit Ye Hexu's body. However, he couldn't help but see Ye Hexu curled up with his arms around his head. .

　　The assistant was about to give him the phone. Ye Hexu suddenly sat up, his eyes lit up, "That's how it feels."

　　 He lifted up the swivel chair that fell on the ground, squatted on it again, and touched the table with both hands.

　　 "Hey, where's my G pen?"

　　The assistant also looked around and found a G pen on the floor.

　　 "Teacher Ye, here is the G pen...and the phone number for the compendium." The assistant put the pen and mobile phone on the manuscript paper.

　　 That just now really killed his life. Until now, he hasn't spoken too sharply.

　　 "Eh? What's the matter with you? Ah, it was you who hit you just now? I said, why did it seem to hit something." Ye Hexu took off the headphones and made a clear expression.

　　 The assistant wanted to cry without tears, needless to say, just took it and bumped it on the headset.

　　 "Completed phone." The helper pointed at the phone and said.

　　 "She? What can she do?" Ye Hexu looked confused, and pressed the phone's hands-free, "Hey, Jian Xiaomei, what can I do? I'm busy now."

　　 "Why don't you come to the manga festival today?"

　　 "Oh, I forgot about it. At that time, I suddenly had an inspiration, so I stayed to paint." Ye Hexu thought for a while. It should be for this reason....

　　 "Set this aside in advance, next year's newcomer awards, do you want to participate?"

"Don't... people who are not good will not win. "MangaFly" has no good newcomers, and "ComicFutura" is even worse. By the way, I heard that the three major publications evenly divided the newcomer awards of the past 15 years, and they will give it to others next year. Right?"

"No! Our magazine will not talk about it first. How do you know that "MangaFly" has no newcomers? Maybe one will pop up in a month or two? At that time, even if you want to participate, it will be too late. Besides, the small magazines are not bad. The newcomer ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Chen Zijiao who painted "Together" is also quite good."

"Oh, you said that the book painter? He is good at painting women, other aspects are very general, and I heard Su Han said that "Crumbling" is her practice work, there are some pits in it. Um... I don't know. Can he fill in these pits? In case he can't fill it, "Crumbling" is probably over." Ye Hexu thought for a while and put on his headphones again.

"Then there are other people, and others are also very good...Hey, hello—" Jian Xiaomei heard no one talking, his scalp numb, "Hey, you bastard, don't you wear headphones again? You wait? I, I will find you when I am!"

　　 "Toot..."

　　 The assistant held his chin and spread out such a master pen, really helpless.

　　 Don't care, go to bed quickly, the compendium will come over when you can decide.

　　The assistant returned to the bedroom to rest. After an unknown period of time, he finally felt sleepy. He was about to fall asleep when he saw it. Suddenly, he heard the sound of "boom" outside the door, and there was no sleep.

　　 Needless to say, the compendium is here...

　　The assistant sighed, and could only get up from the bed.

Ye Hexu, wearing noise-cancelling headphones, didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t notice a person standing beside him until a stack of magazines was suddenly pressed against the manuscript he had drawn, and he raised his head, only to see a short hair. The girl is lowering her head, looking at him glaringly.

　　 This woman is in her early twenties, with thin eyebrows, bright eyes, and thin lips under her raised nose. He was wearing a black and white shirt with sleeves. Because it was too hot, he unbuttoned a button, pinched his waist with one hand, and held the table with the other.

　　 "I bought the most recent issue of the magazine. This is only a part of it. There is still...I don't believe it, there is no new person that you dare to be interested in."