Supporting Male Lead’s Counterattack Manual [Quick Transmigration]

In the last few days, I will rush to work at the Shura field.

The things they play are much simpler. The children in the countryside are going up and down the mountain, climbing trees and catching birds. The children in the city are gathered together, playing poker cards, marbles, and drawing from the adults. Line hopscotch, little girls playing hopscotch.

Buying a penny of maltose is enough to lick a day carefully. The person with the most marbles is the one who is the most powerful among children.

And not enough time, the time for homework is coming.

Every time I rushed homework to spit, I will say that I will finish it early on the next holiday.

However, in the next holiday, I still play well.

Commonly known as procrastination, it is also a term that has not appeared in this period.

However, due to family reasons, Zheng Yuxuan and the original owner did not have procrastination. The original owner was good. Zheng Yuxuan heard the teacher said that only after studying well, he could get ahead in college and be able to take his father to the big hospital for treatment. Work hard.

It is precisely because the two basically do not play with other children, and Zheng Yuxuan's father has no arms and legs, and in this area of ​​children, they are not very popular.

They did not understand that Zheng Yuxuan's father was injured. They only knew that Zheng Yuxuan's father was weird. Even if he usually wore artificial limbs, the children would still see him far away and run away.

Zheng Yuxuan has a freak as his father, and of course he is also a freak in their mouth.

She is just a little girl. After being told this way, it is impossible to be sad. After hiding and crying once, I went out and saw the children. I raised my chin and said, "I do n’t want to play with you. ".

Zheng Yuxuan was rejected because of a disabled father. The original owner was completely weak and timid. She was bullied by herself, and she would pose like a little hedgehog. If she saw the original owner being bullied, she would also pull the original owner. Let him hide under his hedgehog's belly.

There are many pairs of green plum bamboo horses, but they can be so good even if they have not met for a long time. Most of them are because of mutual warming up when they were rejected in this most uncomfortable and lowest period.

Zheng Yuxuan came to Duan's house too many times. Basically, she came during Duan's absence during the day, after all, Duan's father was really bad-tempered.

Finding the homework, she sat down on the stool to the left of Duan Qingen, holding a pencil and started preparing to do her homework.

Seeing this, Duan Qingen also put away his notebook.

Zheng Yuxuan saw his book at the tip of his eyes and was surprised: "What is this?"

Duan Qingen showed her the book: "My painting."

"So lovely."

Zheng Yuxuan had no money for her to buy extra-curricular books at home, and she only read Duan Qingen's picture book. She took Duan Qingen's handbook and took it very seriously.

On it is a big fat mouse drawing an egg with a long tail. A pair of squints are obviously very small, but they are drawn a bit of treacherous and proud. Obviously, they are very excited to be able to steal the egg.

And above it, he didn't notice a pair of cat eyes staring at it, and even a raised claw. Next to the meat pad, there were five long and pointed nails sticking out, revealing a murderous intention.

This is a tabby cat with a strong body. Even if you squat, you can see that it is a good cat that is not fat or thin. When you squat, your hind legs can clearly see that the muscles are tightened. Obviously, this one The cat is ready to rush out to catch its prey.

Zheng Yuxuan loved to watch it again and again: "This painting is so good, Qing En, why are you so powerful, I didn't know you would still paint."

"I learned more after reading picture books."

Duan Qing'en blushed without saying a blush: "Today is also my first painting."

"It's so amazing the first time!"

Zheng Yuxuan is just a good friend who admired watching her grow up together, she boasted Duan Qingen; "You draw better than in a picture book, but there is no color, if it is painted, it will look better."

Then she saw the upright little boy wearing a white short sleeve and asked her: "Then if you said I would use this to submit to the publishing house, would they use my painting to make a picture book?"

Zheng Yuxuan was lost.

Even if she was precocious, she couldn't think of this layer.

This should be the earliest that students in grades 5 and 6 can think of, and it should be under the guidance of teachers.

Seeing her blankness, Duan Qingen continued, "I don't think I draw better than the book. I want to try. If they can promise me to draw, they will definitely give me money."

Zheng Yuxuan was even more confused: "Why do they want to give you money?"

From what she did not ask, what is the publishing house? It can be seen that she has much more knowledge than her peers.

Duan Qingen: "It will definitely give me money when I use my paintings. This is called the draft fee. It looks like my picture book. These paintings are drawn by people. They draw them to the publisher, and the publisher gives them money."

His tone was still immature. Although crisp, he knew it was a child's voice. If adults heard it, he would definitely think he was dreaming daydreaming.

This kind of manuscript for adults is not necessarily available. How can a child who just entered the first grade and one semester get it?

However, Duan Qingen said so to Zheng Yuxuan, who was also a child.

Children are naive and easy to imagine.

And they are still the kind of illusions they really want.

For example, Zheng Yuxuan was immediately excited when he heard Duan Qing'en say so.

"How much will that be, will there be a lot of money?"

"I don't know." Of course, a child who has never voted would never know how much money there is.

Duan Qing'en said, "When I try, let's see if they want my painting."

Zheng Yuxuan seemed to have seen Duan Qingen start to draw money.

She boasted sincerely; "Qing En, you are so good, you can make money by painting, and it is so good."

"But let's do our homework first."