People Start Clocking in Tokyo

Ha Helu took Zhen Bai's hand and appeared in front of everyone.

"He Jinxue, really white, why are you only now......" Aoba let go of the man who was restrained by him, looking at Ha Heliu and Zhenbai with a look of confusion.

Usually at this time, Kaheru and Zhenbai should have returned to Sakura Village long ago!

"It's Ayano, she wants to talk to me about the next newcomer award, so Lil will go with me!" Zhenbai said softly.

"Hey? Are all those drawings ready? What did Ayano say after reading them?" Aoba remembered the manga drawings that Zhenbai had been preparing for the past few days.

"No, Ayano said that there is a problem with the development of the plot..." Zhenbai shook his head with some loss.

"The plot is weird?" Aoba looked at Ha Helu beside him suspiciously.

"According to Miss Ayano, the true white manga has no plot, and the entire drawing looks more like a beautiful and independent painting without any continuity, so her suggestion is... ...I don't approve of Zhenbai's participation in this manga newcomer award!" Kaheru glanced at Zhenbai beside him and said softly.

In fact, during this period of time, she also gave a lot of help in the creation of Zhenbai's comics, but what was helpless was that Zhenbai could not understand the basic emotions of people, nor could she understand the changes in emotions at all, so the creation process of the comics was very difficult.

"Well, that's it..." Aoba nodded, he didn't feel any surprise, and he had expected such a result a long time ago. After all, the true white character is like this. Oil paintings and comics are very important for him. The way of expression of emotion is fundamentally different. In addition to the content painted on the surface, oil painting pays more attention to the deeper artistic conception under the color.

The comics are different. It focuses on the portrayal of the characters, the characteristics of the characters, the communication between the characters, and the development and development of the plot.

From a certain point of view, the performance of oil painting is more difficult, because it is hidden. For most people, it is difficult to achieve that step.

But Zhenbai is different from other people. She is born with a realm that most people can't achieve in a lifetime. If she were born in the world of cultivating immortals, she would be the kind of super genius rare in millions of years!

"Aoba..." Zhenbai stepped forward with great loss and grievance, and pulled Aoba's sleeves.

"It's really white, it doesn't matter!" Qingye gently touched Zhen Bai's head and comforted.

"Aoba, I don't want to draw a manga..." Zhenbai said softly. Before, she took this road out of curiosity, but at this moment, she somehow wanted to understand.

"Well, okay!" Qing Ye said softly, no matter what choice Zhen Bai makes, he will choose to support her.

"Furthermore, Ms. Ayano suggested that Zhenbai go to this Tokyo Youth Painting Award today, and Zhenbai also agreed!" Kawai said from the side.

"Tokyo Youth Painting Appreciation?" Aoba was stunned for a moment, then looked at True White in confusion.

"Well, Ayano suggested..." Zhenbai nodded.

"When does this match start?" Aoba asked, looking at Ka Haru.

"Ms. Ayano said that she can submit the work now, and the deadline is two months later!" Kawai recalled a little.

"Zhen Bai, is there any problem with time?" Aoba asked, looking at Zhen Bai beside her.

"Well, no problem!" Really nodded.

"Asama-kun, do you want to also consider participating in this Tokyo Youth Painting Award?" Kawai remembered the painting talent that Asama Aoba had shown. If he participates in this Tokyo Youth Painting Award, it is estimated that apart from Apart from Zhenbai, there is no one that can compare with him.

Do not! Maybe it's really white.....

"Participating in the competition? It feels a bit...Uh!" Aoba actually wanted to say that it was a bit boring. After seeing Zhen Bai's extremely expectant eyes, he really couldn't say his refusal.

"Aoba..." Zhen Bai looked at Aoba quietly like a kitty about to be abandoned.

"Uh... well, I'll go and take a look at the entry requirements..." Qingye could only agree to helplessly, facing such a lovely white, let it go. What about bullying a child, you bite me!

"Hmm!" Zhenbai finally nodded in satisfaction.

"It hurts! It hurts, you bastard, how many girlfriends do you have!" The man who had just been restrained by Aoba, after a while, finally struggled to stand up.

Looking at the few girls around him, let’s not talk about the relationship between Caihua and him, the big breasted beauty that appeared from the beginning, and the little girl who just followed him, Jane... .. It's almost like an angel!

Now there is a girl who obviously has a special relationship with him. Although it seems to be dazed, the emotions in the eyes can be seen by individuals.

And there is a short-haired beauty standing by her side, this guy...scumbag?

"How many girlfriends?" Qingye was taken aback by the man's statement. He subconsciously looked at the girls next to him. Who was he talking about?

"Smelly boy, what are you looking at?" Kanye Ma Gong looked at Asama Aoba with contempt.

"Shallow...Asama-kun..." Nimf's cheeks flushed and her eyes were a little flustered.

"..." Watanabe Ayaka turned her head awkwardly, just now Asama Aoba's appearance scared her, she didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

"Aoba?" Zhen Bai looked at Aoba a little blankly.

"........." Ha Helu's face turned red, and he didn't speak in embarrassment.

The man looked at the scene in front of him with a sour expression, as if he had been forcibly stuffed a few pounds of lemon into his mouth, his sour teeth were about to fall out.

His mind at the moment has been severely hit!

"Oh! So what?" Aoba didn't explain, but looked at him with a natural expression.

"..." The man looked at Aoba blankly.

So what?

Listen, it's a person to listen to!

Is this still human?

The man almost cried with anger!

His mind at the moment has received a double crit!

Looking at the various beauties in front of him, the young elder sister, senior sister, peers, loli, and natural girls, it turns out that he is surrounded by the kingdom of heaven!

The man was about to shed tears with envy and jealousy.

I..." The man couldn't say a whole word.

Aoba looked at each other sympathetically, isn't this kid stupid? That's just a blow, as for?

If he were to see Miki the Nine Ghosts and Rinka Miyano again, wouldn't this kid be crazy...

"You...you guy...you are really bullying!" The sympathy in Qingye's eyes instantly ignited the man's sanity, and his expression became more and more ferocious, as follows It's like rushing up in a moment.

Aoba stepped forward and directly stood in front of Zhen Bai. If this man wants to do any radical behavior, then he will teach him a more profound lesson.

As for the consequences, is Aoba still afraid of those?

Even if Aoba tore off one of his arms, under the interference of Nimf's information, he would only think that he was missing an arm.

In fact, in terms of Nimf’s ability, in this modern society dominated by information and electronic information, owning Nimf is tantamount to occupying the entire world silently.

"Remember it for me, I won't just leave it like that~~~" The broken man flees here like flying away, leaving only a ruthless saying used by defeated dogs in the air~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is this guy a big gray wolf? Aoba silently looked at the man's leaving back, Miss Caihua's taste really had a problem!

"..." Everyone looked at each other, silent.

"Master, do you need me to erase him?" Nimf walked to Aoba's side and said softly. At the same time, the pendant on Aoba's bracelet flickered faintly a few times, indicating that he agreed with Nemf's proposal.

"No, it's just an ordinary person." Qingye shook his head. He is not a big demon, so that everyone will not be wiped out.

Seeing the master said so, Nimf nodded, but she still gave the man a vicious look and planted a beacon on his body to help her read the other person’s body at any time. information.

"Aoba! Aoba! Is she a junior?" Zhenbai pulled Aoba's sleeve, pointed at Nimf, frowned and asked.

"...?" Everyone turned their heads to look at the real white, with a few crisp cervical spine noises in between.