My Cartoonist Guide

　　 Yan Fei drove the editor-in-chief's car and drove all the way. As soon as the car reached the downstairs of the studio, Yan Fei opened the door.

　　 ran to the fifth floor in one breath, Yan Fei pushed open the door, and only Shen Xin was left in the working room, while a "woo woo" sound came from the next room.

　　 Yan Fei didn't say anything, but just sat quietly in the chair, waiting restlessly for Shen Xin to finish the drawing.

　　 Suddenly, the sound of "woo woo" in the bedroom stopped, Yang Bo opened the door and came out with four manuscripts.

　　 "Done?" Yan Fei suddenly thought that the "Woo" sound that had just arrived might be a hair dryer.

　　 "There is one more, it is probably almost finished." Yang Bo handed the manuscript to Yan Fei.

　　 "He hasn't slept before?" Yan Fei asked.

　　 "You have such a thing? Can you sleep?" Yang Bo asked back.

　　 Yan Fei shook her head.

　　 "Look, old Shen is suffocating? I hope he can sleep well after painting. By the way, did the assistant find it?" Yang Bo asked.

　　 "Now I have a list, I can find it tomorrow at the earliest." Yan Fei said.

　　 "It's better to be faster. I'm afraid that Old Shen's body will not be able to hold it." Yang Bo sighed.

　　 "Where is Xiaohan?"

　　 "I was driven away to class by Shen Xin. Xiao Nizi only practiced for a few days, so she beat her, so Shen Xin drove her away."

　　 "But she is also very good." Yan Fei said.

　　 "Is that girl also angry? Shen Xin was put on a show. She looks more angry than Shen Xin. It is really enviable to have such a caring sister." Yang Bo was very depressed.

　　 "You are not bad too, you can stay up late with him."

　　 "Hey... somebody finally discovered my strengths." Yang Bo scratched his head with a smirk on his face.

　　 At this time, Shen Xin suddenly put down his pen and straightened up, "The last picture is finished."

　　 "Good." Yang Bo immediately ran over, and after receiving Shen Xin's drawing, he entered the next bedroom and used a hair dryer to dry the drawing as soon as possible.

　　 Yan Fei also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally avoided opening the skylight.

　　 Compared with before, Shen Xin at this moment is much haggard, with black eye sockets surrounding his eyes, but his eyes look very energetic.

Before 　　, Shen Xin gave people a more prosaic feeling, mixed in the crowd, and could not even feel his breath. But now it's different, and sharpness has appeared in his eyes.

　　 "Do you know who caused the trouble?" Shen Xin rubbed his eyes and leaned back in his chair tiredly.

　　 I haven't closed my eyes for more than 30 hours, and I have been insisting on it until this moment.

　　 "There is a clue, the editor-in-chief is verifying it." Yan Fei murmured a little bit in her heart.

　　 I had a clue yesterday afternoon, but until this evening, there was still no accurate answer. This is also a strange thing.

　　 "Yeah. Excuse me." Shen Xin raised his brows slightly.

　　 "By the way, there are assistants, I will try to...be sure to find them on Saturdays and Sundays," Yan Fei said.

　　 "Please." Shen Xin could hardly open his eyes, but his mind was very clear.

　　 This feeling is like boiled for 20 hours, but before going to bed, I drank two large cups of coffee.

　　 "I'll take you back later?"

　　 "No, I will sleep here today, the name of the next sentence needs to be revised." Shen Xin murmured.

　　 "Hey, the name of the next sentence is already very good." Yan Fei has read the name of the next sentence, in her opinion, it is better than this one.

　　 "But...not good enough."

　　 Yan Fei swallowed, and Shen Xin obviously raised his request for name. Is this also a surprise?

　　 Yang Bo walked out of the bedroom again and handed the last page to Yan Fei.

　　 "Want me to give you a ride?" Yan Fei asked.

　　 "If I can, of course it would be better. But I still have to take care of Old Shen. You don't want him to die suddenly, do you?" Yang Bo laughed.

　　 "Uh...Although I want to thank you, I still hope you close the crow's mouth." Yan Fei put the last page of the original manuscript into the file bag and immediately left the studio.

　　 "You should have walked with her." Shen Xin closed his eyes and whispered.

　　 "Why are you going with her? She must go back to the magazine. Maybe she will have to wait another half an hour or even an hour. With this time, I would have gone home long ago."

　　 "It's up to you, if you don't want to sleep here, go back and rest?"

　　 "Am I coming here tomorrow?" Yang Bo asked.

　　 "No need. I have worked hard for you these past two days. Expenses...I will give you tomorrow."

　　 "If it's for the money, I won't come back. Take a good rest." Yang Bo waved his hand and opened the door to leave.

　　 Shen Xin in the room slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. This kind of thing must not happen again.

　　……

　　 Yan Fei hurriedly handed over the manuscript to the editorial department, and the breath that had been stuck in her chest disappeared.

　　 After returning home, he took a shower, and his fatigue was relieved a lot.

　　 wrapped his body in a bath towel, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and took out the contact information of 10 painters from his purse.

　　 These 10 people are all unfamiliar faces, at least new pen names, and they are basically new people.

　　 The only drawback is that the level of these 10 people is uneven. However, after experiencing this incident, she is also more inclined to be an assistant with a guaranteed quality than to find a painter with superb painting skills.

　　 When registering, she looked at the drawings of most people and sorted the painters of 10 painters in order to find the most suitable person. However, things are counterproductive. People who paint well usually don't want to be other people's assistants. In a blink of an eye, there is only one person left.

　　 "Muning..."

　　 Listening to the name, it is obviously a pen name.

　　 The reason why Yan Fei put him last is because his style of painting is very narrow, the boys drawn are very beautiful, and the female characters also don't have much malleability.

　　 But this painter also has his own characteristics. The use of dotted paper is much better than Qiao Yu, and the handling of fictional backgrounds is also in place.

　　 This painter was probably a shojo manga before, but he didn't know why, so he suddenly contributed to the Shonen Manga magazine. However, there are many differences between Shoujo Manga and Shoumanga.

　　 If this artist can't adapt to the boy manga, it may not last long.

　　 But this is the last person, and Yan Fei has no choice but to pray for him to accept his invitation.

After 　　 rang twice, the call was connected.

　　 "Hey, is this Mr. Mu Ning?"

　　 "I am, may I ask if you are..."

　　 A soft voice came from the microphone.

　　Girl...

　　 Yan Fei scratched her head~www.wuxiahere.com~ somewhat at a loss, this was completely beyond her expectation.

　　 "Hello, I am the editor of "NewWorld", Yan Fei, you have contributed to "NewWorld" before, right?"

　　 "That's right. Hello, what can you do with me?"

　　 "That's right, may I ask... are you interested in being an assistant to other cartoonists."

The editor-in-chief of 　　 reminded her before that once the other party refuses, don't entangle it, but this is the last one, she must try it anyway.

　　 "Serving as an assistant?" The other party did not expect Yan Fei would ask this way, and was somewhat unprepared.

　　 "Should you switch from other types of comics to juvenile comics, right?" Seeing the other party hesitate, Yan Fei immediately added.

　　 "Can you see it?"

"Different styles of painting are suitable for different types of comics. In your work, there are some shadows of other comics, and it is more obvious. If you want to draw boy comics, it is best to study for a while." Yan Fei said seriously. .

　　 "...Is that teacher good?"

　　 Hearing this, Yan Fei immediately knew that there was a play.

　　 "The author of "NewWorld"'s signature comic "Y\'s"."

　　 "Ms. Shen Zheng?"

　　 "Yes, but his signature is a long-term assistant. If you still have time, we can meet alone and discuss the details when the time comes." Yan Fei was nervous, for fear that the other party would refuse.

　　 After more than half a minute of silence, the voice of "Okay" finally came through the microphone.

　　 Yan Fei suddenly felt relieved.

　　 One, and it's still pending, but she seems to have completed the task.

　　 Tomorrow, the assistant must be finalized, at least one.