The Creator of the Second Dimension

Ding dong——

The sound of the doorbell raised Mr. A Chuang's head from the draft of the storyboard that had been erased several times but was still empty. He glanced at the direction of the door and hesitated a little before getting up. Through the peephole of the security door, he could see the A short-haired woman in a T-shirt and jeans is standing in the doorway.

"Editor Xueluo?"

Teacher A Chuang hurriedly opened the door and let Li Ruoxuan in.

Although she has been here several times, Li Ruoxuan still sighs when she sees the living environment of Teacher A Chuang.

This is an ordinary one-bedroom, one-living room. The living room is almost occupied by a painting table, it is in a mess, and there are traces of ink and pencils everywhere. Li Ruoxuan glanced at the kitchen, which has obviously not been fired for a long time, and there are many takeaways in the trash can The box, doesn't look very healthy either.

"Sorry, I haven't cleaned up much here."

Teacher A Chuang took out a disposable paper cup from the refrigerator and poured a glass of iced Coke for Li Ruoxuan.

"I'm drawing the storyboard, but I don't have much inspiration. I should be able to give you the draft of this issue this weekend."

Teacher A Chuang said that he was a little bit hopeless. Recently, whether it was the low ranking in the reader survey or the stranded animation, he was uneasy. Temporary replacement of the editor also required a break-in period, and he suddenly felt a sense of despair.

"Monthly Youth Frontline" pays Teacher A Chuang 450 yuan per page, and submits 30 to 50 pages every month. After deducting taxes, the net income is about 11,000 to 16,000. In Ningjiang It can only be considered an average level, but Mr. A Chuang still needs to pay the salary of his assistants and the purchase of painting materials. After paying the rent, there is not much money that can be saved.

What's more, the cartoonist is almost open all year round. Since the serialization, Mr. A Chuang has never had a holiday, and he is unable to extricate himself from the deadline hell every day.

"Teacher A Chuang, there is a question about the animation of "Soul Eater"."

Li Ruoxuan sat on the somewhat messy sofa indifferently, and took out the planning book from her schoolbag.

"Although the other party agrees to take over, the proposal proposed is somewhat different. I think we must confirm it with you before making a decision."

"What's the meaning?"

Teacher A Chuang took the planning book and quickly read it intently.

Li Ruoxuan put her hands on her knees, secretly observing Teacher A Chuang's expression.

He was confused at first, and then he was slightly startled. The speed of turning the pages of the book also began to increase. Teacher A Chuang's eyes widened until the last page. Created a plot.

"How, how?"

Li Ruoxuan hadn't seen Teacher A Chuang's expression like this before, and she suddenly felt a little nervous, as if a huge boulder was hanging high.

After thinking about it for a long time, Teacher A Chuang opened his eyes and slapped his thigh hard.

"This plot, even I didn't expect such a development"

He hurriedly stood up, regardless of Li Ruoxuan was still at the side, he came to the painting table, buried his head and wrote vigorously.

"This transition can be done like this. For this plot, wait, maybe use this method."

Li Ruoxuan tilted her head, and a question mark appeared on her head. She stood up and moved behind Teacher A Chuang.

I saw Teacher A Chuang writing on the draft with symbols and words that Li Ruoxuan could not understand at all. This seemed to be the outline for the future. Li Ruoxuan struggled to identify the words, and only then did she see Huangfuxun's words.

About twenty minutes later, Teacher A Chuang came back to his senses like a dream. He yelled and looked at Li Ruoxuan.

"Ah, editor Xueluo, I'm sorry, I."

He didn't know how to explain it, so he picked up his draft outline and said excitedly.

"This plan has inspired me. It turns out that I have laid so many foreshadowings in the plot before, and many details can be used now. I think I have found a way to develop a new plot. Thank you very much. Edit Xueluo!"

He almost hugged it, but soon realized what he was doing, and could only jump twice in place to express his excitement.

"So, Mr. A Chuang, do you agree with this adaptation plan?"

Li Ruoxuan asked, of course she was very happy to see her author break through the bottleneck, but she didn't forget the business.

"Agree, agree, I really can't wait to see the anime air!"

Teacher A Chuang said excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Ningjiang 1919 Bar Street is full of feasting lights and colorful dancing.

In a small bar, the bartender was wiping the cups, and an unknown female singer was singing on stage, but no one was listening. Everyone just drank and chatted about daily chores.

Cheng Ke sat opposite the bartender with a small glass of wine in front of him. He watched the bar put the glass away and said.

"Xiao Zheng, I'll leave it to you to take care of here from now on, and I'll probably get busy."

"Cousin, do you really want to go back to do animation?"

The bartender looked at Cheng Ke and said, this bar was opened by him and Cheng Ke together, and the business is in good condition, but a few days ago, Cheng Ke suddenly said that he wanted to quit, although most of the bars were managed by Xiao Zheng, Cheng Ke mainly paid for it, but he Leaving like this still made Xiao Zheng feel a little uncertain.

"Well, I've had enough rest these years, it's time to return to my battlefield, haha."

Cheng Ke took a sip of the wine in the glass, the strong alcohol mixed with ice cubes irritated his throat.

"Xiao Zheng, you have proved your own strength in the past few years. You can stand firm in this street. Don't worry, I will come back often."

He leaned forward and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"Cousin. Hey, that person is here again."

Xiao Zheng wanted to say something, but Yue Cheng Ke saw a figure on his shoulder, and immediately said in a low voice.

Cheng Ke turned his head and saw a woman with a knee-length beige skirt and black stockings and a white long-sleeved shirt walked into the bar and sat at the bar.

She glanced at Xiao Zheng and Cheng Ke, and then spoke.

"same as usual."

"okay."

Xiao Zheng gave Cheng Ke a wink, then turned around and went to make drinks.

Cheng Ke twitched the corner of his mouth and secretly glanced at the woman, but the woman didn't care and just looked at his mobile phone.

This is none other than Yao Jiajie, an old colleague whom he reunited with at Magic Electric during the day.

Ever since she learned that Cheng Ke opened a bar on 1919 Bar Street, Yao Jiajie often came here to order a cocktail, but she didn't talk to Cheng Ke, just sat quietly.

If Cheng Ke had a clear conscience, that would be fine, but he did have a guilty conscience, so he didn't dare to initiate a conversation.

But it was indeed an accident to meet Yao Jiajie at Huandian today. Cheng Ke thought that this might be an opportunity to solve the problem, so he walked over with the wine and sat next to Yao Jiajie, but the lady didn't even look at Cheng Ke.

Just as Cheng Ke was deliberating on how to speak, the ringing of his mobile phone interrupted the reading.

Taking out his mobile phone, Cheng Ke discovered that it was Li Ruoxuan, the editor of "Monthly Youth Frontline" who was visiting during the day.

"Hey, editor Xueluo, what's wrong?"

He took two steps back and asked, and then he heard the words on the other side. Although Cheng Ke knew it well, he still repeated it excitedly.

"The animation decision of "Soul Eater" is left to us!??"

This sentence made Yao Jiajie couldn't help looking over, the two looked at each other unexpectedly, and at the same time they froze in place, looking at each other speechlessly, only the blues of the bar were charming in the air.