From White Box To Supervision

Zhang Beichuan helped to clean up half of it, but because the original painting inspection meeting was about to start, he had to put it together in a hurry and rushed to the conference room where the meeting was held.

Zhang Beichuan came in and took a look. The conference room was full of people, probably more than 20 people, but according to the situation, the meeting should not have started. In it, in addition to all the original painters of the painting department, there were also Zhang Beichuan and Zhang Beichuan. During the same period of production, Aoi Miyamori, Taro Takarita, and Tatsuya Ochiai, as for Yano Erica, did not see her.

Gong Senkui waved at Zhang Beichuan, motioning him to come over.

"It hasn't started yet."

"You came just in time, but it's too soon. Look, the 'performance' is also here." Miyamori Aoi said.

Hearing this, Zhang Beichuan also saw Zhongyuan Ren come over with a bag of original paintings. He is Zhongyuan Ren who was in the first episode of the show. He also held the original painting guidance meeting before. In fact, it was not his responsibility for this matter. It is the supervisor who is in charge, but there is no other way. The supervisor is currently talking to the president and the TV station. Because of the tight time, the performance of Nakahara Jin was brought up.

Nakahara Jen is a relatively ordinary middle-aged man, wearing a mesh shirt.

"Sorry, I'm a little late." Nakahara Jin bowed to express his apology, and then put the card bag on the table.

Zhang Beichuan, who was standing behind the man, also turned on the recording on his mobile phone.

"This is the card bag of the first episode. It contains some questions that I think are not in line with acting skills. It was produced by Beichuan. Please send it to everyone according to the name."

"Ah, oh, alright." Not expecting to call himself, Zhang Beichuan was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

Zhang Beichuan hurried to pick it up when he heard the words, and then sent it according to the name on the card bag, but there was some embarrassment that Zhang Beichuan didn't recognize all the people in the conference room.

Zhang Beichuan has worked hard to get to know people during this period of time, but after all, it is impossible to remember them all in an instant. Ochiai Tatsuya also saw Zhang Beichuan hesitate and walked up.

"Leave this to me, go and sit."

"Thank you." Zhang Beichuan thanked him and returned to his original position.

In fact, there are not many card bags. In a short while, Ochiai Tatsu also finished sending out the card bags.

"These are some original paintings that I feel are a bit inconsistent with the acting skills." Nakahara Jin stepped forward and used a projector to take a picture of the original paintings that were taken before on the screen.

"First of all, here is the scene of the three protagonists talking in the lounge. The person responsible for this card should be drawn by Mishima, but I still feel that it is not very vivid, mainly because some expressions are still single. , the acting is not good enough."

"You can see that the expression here should be that of frustration, but it's too bland, and the acting should be richer."

Zhongyuan Ren said it in great detail, and he mentioned it bit by bit. Everyone present was listening carefully, and no one was impatient, including Zhang Beichuan.

The acting skills mentioned here refer to painting. In movies and TV series, the performance of real people is called acting. In animation, animation naturally requires the richness of painting. The only difference between the two is the form of expression.

"And here, here is what the supervisor asked me about, about some clothing issues."

Ronko Ogasawara interrupted: "I designed the clothing, is there any problem? Didn't the supervisor of the design draft I designed before also approve it after reviewing it?"

"Indeed, but what the supervisor conveyed to me is..." Nakahara Jin couldn't go on, but he braced himself and imitated the look of the supervisor.

"Aiya, the maid outfit here seemed very cute before, but it always felt a little less on the screen. If the steps were less, it would definitely attract the attention of many people."

"That's it." Nakahara Jin regained his tone and sighed in his heart. Sure enough, it was not easy to imitate the supervisor's words.

The simple translation is more straightforward: the fabric here is too thick, the drawing for me is more attractive and cute!

The roar of the otaku supervisor.

"I see." Ogasawara's brows were slightly relaxed, and he said, "If this is the case, I can make a simple modification. After all, the maid outfit only takes up a few cards here, and it doesn't take up many shots."

"Excuse me," said Nakahara Ren.

Before I knew it, more than two hours had passed since I explained all the original paintings. The recording of Zhang Beichuan had already ended. No matter how good the two-hour recording, the mobile phone could not bear it.

After simply packing up his things, Zhang Beichuan also left the conference room, heaving a sigh of relief, he ran downstairs in the company, it was still too boring with so many people in one room, so Zhang Beichuan planned to come out and relax.

"Here." A cold touch appeared on his face, a bottle of bottled juice pressed against his face, and Miyamori Aoi stood behind with a smile.

"The newly bought juice, drink it."

"Thank you." Zhang Beichuan took it, it should have just been bought from the vending machine, and it was still cold.

"This meeting has been going on for a long time. It's too stuffy in the room." Aoi Miyamori stretched her waist.

"After all, it's the original painting, so it's a bit more complicated to say."

"Bei Chuan-kun, didn't you want to watch the Seven Lucky Gods produced by our animation fan club? So, do you want to come to my house to watch this month's break?"

After Gong Senkui finished speaking, as if afraid of Zhang Beichuan's misunderstanding, he hurriedly said: "Don't misunderstand. The main reason is that I would like to introduce someone to you. Of course, if you don't want to go, I will bring the seven Gods of Luck to me. I don't mind if you go home and see."

Zhang Beichuan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what she meant, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Is this okay? But it feels too troublesome for you."

Miyamori Aoi murmured in a soft voice: "This... this doesn't matter. Anyway, there is no one else in my house."

After speaking, the two of them lost their voices at the same time, and the needles could be heard falling. At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly changed and there was some embarrassment.

"I won't tell you first, I'll go help Mr. Honda first." After that, Aoi Miyamori hurriedly left.

Seeing this, Zhang Beichuan smirked slightly, then shook his head, drank the juice in his hand, and threw it into the trash can.

"Okay, I'll go to work."

….

Fujimori Yuki has received news of Matsuko-sensei's new work these days, because she pays attention to it every day, and she will see the number of sales as soon as it comes out.

The sales volume has increased a lot, but it has increased a lot compared to before, but just today, when she saw the number of sales today, there is a big difference, or in other words, the number of this day has suddenly increased a lot.

This surprised her, because the number of sales on this day was more than the sum of the three days.

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