Hong Kong Comic Master

"Crunch!"

Pushing open the door, He Zhiwen saw his grandfather sitting on the sofa reading comics while wearing reading glasses.

"Grandpa, how many times have I told you to turn on the headlights when reading!"

With a "bah" sound, He Zhiwen turned on the headlight in the living room, and at the same time, his figure appeared in Uncle He's eyes.

He Zhiwen is not tall, not even 170cm. He wears eyes and is gentle and a little immature, like a child who has stolen his parents' clothes.

"Wenzi is back?"

Seeing his grandson back, Uncle He put down the comics in his hands and took off his reading glasses from his nose.

"What are you looking at? Are you so entranced?"

"Come on, let's take a look!"

Uncle He called his grandson to sit on the sofa and handed the comic to his hand.

Although He Zhiwen was a little confused, he still followed his grandfather's instructions and opened the comic hesitantly.

"Hong Kong Island, 2:23 a.m., Friday."

…

"I'm leaving. Thank you very much!"

In the birdcage, the shadow of a little boy appeared.

Du Taihu, who was full of muscles, stood coolly by the wall and replied: "Well, it's nothing!"

The first ten volumes of this manga mainly include the Acquaintance Chapter, Orihime Chapter and Taihu Chapter.

Li Wanshan, who was moved by what he saw, turned back and found that his hand was empty.

"Huh? It's over?"

After dinner, Li Wanshan couldn't wait to find the first volume of the newly released "Death" in his father's briefcase, and then he lay on the sofa and read it.

The result was out of control.

Various novelties such as Shinigami, Hollows, Zanpakutos, Kidō, etc. are constantly introduced to Li Wanshan's eyes, and they are much better than the fighting comics he usually reads.

That's right, compared to "Death", aren't those comics just fighting?

Since there are only 10 chapters in this volume, the total is less than 200 pages. Li Wanshan read them all in less than an hour.

When he saw the child trapped in the body of the parrot saying goodbye to Taihu, Li Wanshan, a young and dangerous boy, was deeply touched in his heart.

In order to save a child he never knew, he ignored his own safety.

Isn’t this the spirit of chivalry?

After closing the book, he was still not satisfied. He turned the book to the front out of boredom and saw Ichigo and Lu Kia on the cover. When he saw the cover again, he had a deeper feeling.

At this time, he noticed that in the lower right corner, there were words "Long Live" written by Yihe Publishing House and the author.

Li Wanshan of Yihe Publishing House knew that his father was the only one in the leather bag publishing house he set up in order to publish books faster.

"Hail? Where did this guy come from? Why haven't I heard of him?"

Thinking of this, Li Wanshan stood up and opened the bedroom door.

"Dad, who is this Banzai? What follows..."

Pushing open the door, Li Wanshan saw a very outrageous scene. Li Chongjun and Li Wannian were lying on the desk together... copying homework?

"This is what you are doing?"

"Close the door quickly!"

Li Wannian and Li Chongjun were obviously taken aback, especially the latter, who nervously told Li Wanshan to close the door quickly.

Even though Li Wanshan closed the door, he still couldn't help scolding: "Why didn't you knock on the door? Can you not be so rash every day?"

This bedroom is not big, but it has two canopy beds packed into it. It was once the bedroom of the four brothers and sisters.

There were four desks on the other side of the bed, and Li Chongjun and Li Wannian were sitting at the desks.

"What does this have to do with me being reckless? I'm at home! Also, daddy, don't change the subject. Are you copying homework for Nianzi?"

Li Wanshan's mind was also very flexible. He didn't take Li Chongjun's words at all. He wandered behind the two of them and looked at the homework books on their desks.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What is ganging? If I help my own son, is it also called ganging?" Li Chongjun argued.

"I was not like this back then. You whipped me with a belt for homework!"

"If you keep talking, believe it or not, I will whip you with a belt right now?"

"Come on, if you dare to slap me, I'll go tell my mother now that you copied Nianzi's homework!"

"Keep your voice down, don't let your mother hear you!"

Li Chongjun was frightened and quickly reached out to cover Li Wanshan's mouth.

After dinner, Li Chongjun wanted to see how Li Wannian drew comics, but found that Li Wannian was copying homework.

In order not to affect Li Wannian's creation, Li Chongjun could only help Li Wannian copy it, but he did not expect to be broken by Li Wanshan.

Li Chongjun's hands were very rough and he covered Li Wanshan's face. Li Wanshan felt that his face was being polished by sandpaper and he quickly broke away.

"I won't tell you, then show me the chapters at the end of "Death"!"

At this time, Li Wanshan suddenly realized that all his previous actions were all because of these words.

"Oh~~You did it for this!"

"Give me a word!"

"I don't have one either, how can I show it to you?"

"Then who is this Banzai? Let me ask him about the plot behind it?"

Li Wanshan still refused to give up. He pointed at the comic cover in his hand and asked shamelessly.

"What are you thinking? If someone uses a pen name, he must not want others to know his identity!"

"It's okay if I don't say it's you who said it!"

"That won't work either!"

Seeing that his father was struggling, Li Wanshan finally used his trump card.

"Dad, I have to tell mom about you copying homework for Nianzi!"

"How can we intellectuals' things be considered copying? No, don't bother your mom if we have something to do!"

Sure enough, Li Chongjun immediately became timid when his mother was mentioned. This was really his weakness.

"Forget it, Dad, tell him!"

"No problem?"

"My brother, no problem!"

Seeing Dad looking at him with concern, Li Wannian was very calm.

Although his second brother looked unreliable and unreliable, he was still quite good to his younger brother!

We are all family, of course I trust him!

"Okay, this comic was drawn by Nianzi, just ask him if you want to know anything!" The comfort on Li Chongjun's face was like constipation that finally cleared up after a long time, and he was finally relieved.

"Um...ah? Nianzi drew it?"

Li Wanshan looked at Li Wannian in surprise, his mouth wide open to fit a fist.

"Dad, you're not lying to me, are you?"

"What are you lying to? It's the truth!"

"But, this...wait, Wansui? Wannian! Is it really you?"

"Yes, it's me, second brother, you have to keep it a secret for me!"

"That's definitely no problem, but, no, how old are you, how can you draw comics?"

"..."

"13 years old? You said this Wansui is 13 years old? Two years younger than me?"

He Zhiwen seemed to have heard something horrifying, staring at Uncle He with wide eyes.

"Yes, he is about the same age as you. He has been in school before and has never worked in a comic book publishing house!"

Uncle He also sighed. Until now, it is still hard to believe this!

"How is this possible? This beautiful design, this storyboard clearly uses various compositions to enhance the tone of the picture, and this slow-motion shot is simply amazing. Can a 13-year-old boy draw this?"

"Not only that, look at his fighting scenes, he uses lines to express the sense of speed, and the overall picture also has a large area of ​​white space, which is very unique! The painting skills are very high!"

Uncle Ho has read this comic book almost ten times since noon, but every time he reads it, he can find new points to praise.

Hearing what Uncle Ho said, He Zhiwen flipped through the comic book again, focusing on the points mentioned by Uncle Ho, and then he was even more surprised.

"Really!"

"Wenzai, what do you think of this ability?"

"Very impressive, in terms of professionalism, it feels better than our boss Mr. Huang!"

Although He Zhiwen is only 15 years old, he has dropped out of school to work and is currently working as an assistant at Yulang Comics.

And Mr. Huang he mentioned is naturally referring to the number one comic artist in Hong Kong Island today, Huang Yulang!

"Yeah, I didn't believe in genius before, but now, I do!"

"Yes, if he is really only 13 years old, I would call him a genius!"

"Unfortunately, although this comic is well drawn, it may not be a big seller!"

"What do you mean?"

"For a comic to have good sales, it not only depends on its own quality, but also on the right time, right place and right people. Unfortunately, at present, "Bleach" has none of these!"

Thinking of this, Uncle He couldn't help but sigh again.