I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

At the entrance of No. 7 Creation, Jiang Ping had already stretched out his hand to take what Shen Yirou was holding.

But.

Shen Yirou stepped back and dodged.

Jiang Ping, who stretched out his hand, was stunned.

She didn't seem to be planning to give it to him?

What's going on?

Jiang Ping didn't understand.

Isn't this the food he wanted? Jiang Ping was not surprised at the arrival of Shen Yirou and the program director, and even felt a little happy.

How could the program team not appreciate his work story?

But Shen Yirou didn't plan to give it to him, what's the situation? ?

"Isn't this for me?" Jiang Ping asked.

Shen Yirou smiled, and she realized that Jiang Ping must have misunderstood.

"Mr. Jiang, maybe the food you want is still behind."

Jiang Ping's outstretched hand froze in place.

It's really not for him? Who else could it be for?

He withdrew his hand embarrassedly, "Oh, not for me."

Shen Yirou nodded and continued to walk towards the room inside.

Jiang Ping couldn't figure it out. He had investigated the contestants present. Besides Yun Xiaoman, were there any other people here who were stronger than him?

Except for him and Yun Xiaoman, the rest of the cartoonists were all good.

However, compared with the two of them, they were still quite good.

For example, story creation.

It wasn't that he was arrogant.

The only person in the program group who could compete with him was Yun Xiaoman in the No. 16 creation room.

But Shen Yirou's direction was not the direction of Yun Xiaoman's No. 16 creation room.

The program group's chief director also came at this time, and Jiang Ping decided to ask the chief director.

"Chief director, are you here to see me for something?"

Even though Shen Yirou didn't come to see him, he was very confident in his work.

The program's chief director came to the creation room, probably because he saw the story outline he wrote.

The story Jiang Ping created this time was the one he was most satisfied with in recent years.

Jiang Ping was 10,000 confident!

The program's chief director would definitely come to ask him about the story.

In Jiang Ping's expectant eyes

The program director nodded to him first.

Jiang Ping adjusted his shirt collar and prepared his speech.

"Director..."

The director nodded and followed Shen Yirou.

"..."

For a moment, Jiang Ping was stunned. His face, which was about to be humble, turned red instantly. He was so embarrassed that he couldn't find a place for his hands.

I don't know how long it took.

Jiang Ping finally calmed down.

The program director and Shen Yirou, both of them didn't come to see him?

Who was it because of that?

Someone else wrote a better work than him?

Jiang Ping couldn't believe it.

Seeing these two people, they were in room 37 at this moment.

"No. 37? Who is that?"

Jiang Ping had no impression of the people in this room!

The director nodded, and Shen Yirou politely knocked on the door.

Dong Dong Dong.

"Mr. Jiang, are you free now?" Shen Yirou's tone was very polite.

She was afraid of disturbing Jiang Chen's creation. If it weren't for the chief director's confirmation, Jiang Chen would no longer be wearing a helmet to create.

If she disturbed Jiang Chen's creation, she would probably be the sinner of the 500,000 viewers.

Shen Yirou breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ping looked at this scene in shock.

Contestant No. 37, an ordinary cartoonist, Shen Yirou and the chief director of the program group were so polite to that person! ?

Who is in that room?

The door opened.

Jiang Chen was a little confused, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The moment she saw Jiang Chen.

Shen Yirou felt that the whole corridor became bright.

Jiang Chen's appearance was that kind of sunny and handsome appearance, with clear edges and corners but not sharp.

Full of vigor and vitality.

Shen Yirou was a little surprised. She thought that creators were all like Teacher Yu Hua, with a dull image but a lively personality.

At this time.

The program director said with a little stutter: "It's... this is it, I'm the program director, and I came with Shen Yirou to ask about your situation."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Hello."

Shen Yirou introduced Jiang Chen gently:

"Hello, I'm Shen Yirou, and I'm also a judge of this program."

Jiang Chen continued to look at the two.

"What do you want?"

"It's like this." Shen Yirou lowered her head, stroked her hair, and continued:

"Now there are many audiences responding, and they like your work very much. The Internet is very popular about "The Burial of Fulilian."

Jiang Chen knows the popularity of "The Burial of Fulilian".

But why are the judges and the program director coming to him in person now?

"So, you came to me?"

The program director explained: "It is precisely because of your work that it is really popular now.It is so popular, so..."

Shen Yirou continued:

"So, the judges and I are all worried about your speed and efficiency. It is too fast. I want to ask you if you need a break?"

"Because everyone is looking forward to the follow-up of the work, and hopes to continue to maintain the quality, so we want to ask Mr. Jiang if he needs anything."

Seeing this.

Jiang Chen understood.

Because there is a creative helmet that scans brain waves, and he is narrating the animation he has already watched.

So the efficiency is very high, frighteningly high.

But these two people only asked themselves if they needed a break.

I didn't think it was strange.

That is to say.

His efficiency did not arouse suspicion.

"So that's it. I have already rested." Jiang Chen said.

"If possible, equip me with a more comfortable chair. "

He looked inside the room.

The chair was not comfortable.

"Okay, Mr. Jiang, I'll arrange it right away. The backstage supply will immediately transfer the best ergonomic chair. There is no price limit. The more expensive, the better!"

The program director picked up the intercom and began to quickly direct the mobilization.

On the side.

Shen Yirou suddenly felt a little disappointed when she heard that Jiang Chen did not ask any more questions.

Looking at Jiang Chen's back in a trance, there seemed to be a piece of red paper, half dry.

"Mr. Jiang, you are now the most important contestant of our program group. If you have any needs, you can tell me directly. "

The program director guaranteed, as if to meet all of Jiang Chen's requirements!

Jiang Chen didn't care, what he wanted most now was not material or money.

The creative system has now accumulated 550,000 popularity points.

You can get a lot of things.

Now, the most important thing is that "The Burial of Fulilian" is broadcast perfectly.

Jiang Chen thought of something he wanted very much in the system's mall.

God-level painting talent requires 20 million popularity points.

God-level story creation ideas also require 20 million popularity points.

What Jiang Chen wants to achieve most is to create his own anime, and this can only be achieved by constantly creating interesting anime!

"This... the anime is playing again? Mr. Jiang, have you completed the creation of this episode and uploaded it?"

Shen Yirou widened her eyes and said in a very surprised tone, attracting the attention of the program director.

He also saw it on the big screen in Jiang Chen's room.

The anime continued to play.

"This, so fast? "

The program director was also shocked.

On the screen.

Two round stones appeared on the grass, neatly placed on the split stone pier.

There was also a sacrificial stone pier with white chrysanthemums in front.

It seems to be a tombstone?

"Is this the grave of your family?" Haita's voice came.