From White Box To Supervision

Horikawa Chiharu came to Bunko Company. She had made an appointment with Yuuki Fujimori before, so she skipped the front desk and walked in directly.

However, in the elevator on the first floor, Chiharu Horikawa, who was very worried, was suddenly bumped, but it was not a lot of strength. It only made her take a few steps back, and there was no embarrassment that caused her to fall.

"Feel sorry."

The person who bumped into him was a handsome-looking man, very young, dressed in casual clothes, with a gentle appearance.

It seemed that he was not sincere, and he also apologized. Horikawa Chiharu didn't care too much. He was about to say something, but when he saw the elevator that was about to close, he swallowed the words just before his mouth, and just gave it a no-brainer. Smile, and hurried away.

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When they came to the reception room on the second floor, Chiharu Horikawa happened to see Yuuki Fujimori who was arranging things.

"Sorry, editor Fujimori, I'm late."

At this time, Chiharu Horikawa saw that there were still unfinished light novels on the table, and there was an unopened bottle of Coke on it.

"Is there anyone here?"

"Matsuko-sensei, please take a seat." Fujimori Yuuki smiled and said, "I was talking to a teacher just now, but it's over now, he's gone, it doesn't matter."

"Oh." Chiharu Horikawa sat down.

"Matsuko-sensei, I called you this time to discuss the cover of the novel. Have you decided on the illustrations?"

"Uh, I'm here to explain this matter. I'm sorry to edit Fujimori for not communicating well in time. It's my fault that I hired the rest of the illustration teachers privately, and I'm also sorry for Teacher Beichuan, but I promise this time, Teacher Beichuan. The illustration fee is still valid, and I am giving double the amount privately, which can also be regarded as my apology gift."

Beichuan, this is Zhang Beichuan's pseudonym for his illustrations, taken from the last two words of his own name.

Although Yuuki Fujimori didn't like Chiharu Horikawa's decision to change the illustrator on the fly, she was angry, but she recognized her apology.

"But Matsuko-sensei, you don't need to apologize first, just take a look at this." She handed a stack of drawings to Horikawa Chiharu.

"What is this?" Horikawa Chiharu asked curiously.

"Here are the illustrations drawn by Mr. Beichuan. You have to look at them before you decide who to choose."

Horikawa Chiharu, who was slightly surprised, hurriedly opened the drawing after hearing Yuuki Fujimori's words.

"Okay...it's amazing." After reading the sketch, Horikawa Chiharu was very surprised.

"This...is this really Beichuan-sensei's work?"

Horikawa Chiharu has also seen Zhang Beichuan's previous works before, but it is far from such high quality. Although the color inserts gave Horikawa Chiharu a great shock, the biggest thing is the character of the heroine. The character inside The picture really touched her heart perfectly.

Even as an author, when I see these pictures, I feel that the characters in them should have such looks, which are very in line with the looks I imagined when I was writing this novel.

Yuuki Fujimori had already anticipated it, and said, "In fact, Mr. Beichuan also gave me the illustration just today. This is the illustration he completed, and Mr. One's illustration was handed over to me yesterday, so I would like to Check it out, Matsuko-sensei, you are sure whose illustration you choose."

The average quality of Mr. One's illustrations is actually higher than that of Zhang Beichuan, but Zhang Beichuan's use of space to create color illustrations and the heroine's character design is too amazing.

There is no such quality color illustrations in Mr. One's illustrations.

Perhaps in the past, famous works could compete, but not this time. After all, it is impossible for the creator to maintain the quality every time.

Horikawa Chiharu

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Zhang Beichuan, who returned to the apartment building where he lived, didn't know what was going on in the library. At this time, he suddenly felt that he had nothing to do. He usually didn't have time to rest. Instead I don't know what to do.

"In the past, I was either drawing illustrations or working part-time, but now I suddenly feel like I don't know what to do."

Unconsciously, Zhang Beichuan fell asleep in his cupboard and came to the inspiration space.

"I'm asleep, but it's okay to take this opportunity to learn more about this space."

"Since it is known that my thinking ability can be improved in space, and I can also shape characters here, can I make it move like an animation?"

"Crack." Zhang Beichuan snapped his fingers like a tyrant, and his mind turned, but he obviously failed, and the space did not change.

"Is this not possible?" Zhang Beichuan pondered.

"It's not that it's not allowed, maybe I didn't find the right place."

......

Zhang Beichuan woke up from his sleep. He seemed a little confused when he just woke up. After seeing the time, it was just after six o'clock in the evening, so he slept all afternoon.

But the knock on the door made him sober a lot.

When he opened the door, he found that the knock on the door was a cute-looking young girl, holding a mechanical toy. Behind her, standing impressively was Mrs. Takada, whom she had met before.

The cute little girl holding the toy is Mrs. Takada's daughter, Takada Rinko.

"Hello Mrs. Takada, and hello Xiao Lun."

"Hello, Brother Beichuan."

When Zhang Beichuan heard Ruanmeng Ruanmeng's words, he squatted down, pinched Xiao Lun's round face, and said with a smile, "Lunzi has become cute again."

"Brother Beichuan, please don't pinch my face, it won't look good." Xiao Lun said angrily.

"Okay, okay, I won't pinch anymore." Zhang Beichuan smiled lightly and looked at Mrs. Takata.

"Mrs. Takada, please come in."

"Beichuan-kun, no need. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Mrs. Takata smiled: "I'm here this time to invite Beichuan-kun to eat at our house in the evening. Our house makes fried fish, but I make more. , if you don't mind, come to our house for dinner tonight."

"Mrs. Takada, I'm really bothering you, but I won't bother your family anymore."

Mrs. Takata had a gentle smile on her face: "It doesn't matter, it's just a meal. Our family welcomes you very much. We are talking about Yicheng and invite you by name."

Ichijo is Mrs. Takata's husband.

"Then... Okay," Zhang Beichuan hesitated, nodded, and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll wash my face, I just slept all afternoon."

"Then we'll wait at home first."

"OK."

After washing his face and regaining some energy, Zhang Beichuan came to Mrs. Takata's house next door.

It was Rinko Takada who opened the door, her mother was busy cooking in the kitchen.

Zhang Beichuan looked around and found that Uncle Gao Tianyicheng was not here.

"Where's Uncle Takata?" Zhang Beichuan asked.

"He went out to buy groceries, and he will be back in a while. You sit down first." Mrs. Takada's voice came from the kitchen.

"Mrs. Gao Tian, ​​let me help you." Zhang Beichuan wanted to help.

"No, no, it's done right away, you can just sit."

Having nothing to do, Zhang Beichuan saw Kagami Takada Rinko, who was sitting on the sofa, was painting, so he couldn't help but lean over.

"You made a mistake here, Lunzi, I'll let you how to draw it." Zhang Beichuan smiled confidently.

"Look, here's how to draw it."

"Brother Beichuan, your drawings are so ugly, I want to draw them myself."

Forehead! Zhang Beichuan received a critical attack and was speechless.

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