The Fall of the Vampire

When Qin Yuyao came home from get off work, she suddenly heard the sound of glass colliding in the living room, and she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: "Has Damen Zi come home from get off work so early? She's actually drinking in the living room alone."

However, when she walked over to take a look, she realized that it was Song Yunwu who was drinking.

"Sister Yunwu, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yuyao couldn't help asking when she saw her disappointed face.

"It's Xiao Qin," Song Yunwu sighed, "I'm reflecting on myself."

"Reflect?"

"Yes, do you think I'm too naive? I can draw a few pictures and think I'm a cartoonist," she said with a sip of wine, "how can it be so simple in this world, cartoonist? Oh, can you Only those who support themselves are called cartoonists, and like me, at most, they are ordinary citizens with drawing skills."

"What's the matter?" Qin Yuyao walked over and asked concerned.

Song Yunwu didn't answer, but just drank the wine on his own. Qin Yuyao accidentally glanced at the email on the desktop, and immediately understood the reason.

So, she persuaded: "Oh, sister Yunwu, it's nothing to be rejected. I'm working in the editorial department now, so I know very well that being rejected doesn't necessarily mean that your work is not good. It's just that the simple subject matter doesn't match what people want, I've heard that someone in our editorial department canceled a work because he didn't like Lily, and it turned out to be a masterpiece with over one million sales in another place."

"Don't comfort me," Song Yunwu shook her head, "It's not just this time that I was rejected, I think I'm really not suitable for this line of work, so I just go back and ask my dad to buy the 'Weekly SQUAT' directly , I can be the editor-in-chief to review other people's cartoons."

Qin Yuyao: "..."

There is no way to talk about this, you are so inhumane!

After dark, Ximenqing also came back.

"The renter... my blood bag, I'm starving to death, I want a blood bag... Wow! What the hell!" Seeing Song Yunwu lying on the table as drunk as a dead body, Ximen Qing was startled.

Immediately, her eyes rolled, and her expression gradually became "funny": "Hey, the charterer is drunk, so I can take the blood bag? I'm such a clever little ghost!"

Ximen Qing immediately went upstairs and rummaged through the boxes in the sky. The movement drew Qin Yuyao out.

"Sister Simon, what are you doing?"

Ximen Qing was shocked, and quickly explained: "Uh... that... I'm, playing, cleaning, ha ha."

"Cleaning?" Qin Yuyao's hair was black, "I haven't graduated from university, don't lie to me, no matter how you look at it, it's getting more and more messy."

"It's messy enough to... have a sense of accomplishment. You don't understand," Ximen Qing said nonsense with her eyes open, "By the way, do you know what happened to the charter woman? She actually got drunk downstairs."

"Oh, that's right." Qin Yuyao explained the matter.

Now it was Ximen Qing's turn to be shocked: "What?!"

impossible! "Working Cells" is such a popular work, it was rejected! ? Are this editor's eyes frog eggs?

"Oops, oh...that's not okay." Ximen Qing realized that what she had thought before seemed a little too beautiful.

For a work to be popular, all factors are indispensable. It doesn't mean that if you take it out in another place, it will definitely be as popular as before.

She also worried about whether the works she selected would not match this era.

"But it's too real. The first one hit the street, so how can you play?"

Back in her room, Ximen Qing began to think.

It seems that the way of cooperating with a cartoonist is not feasible, and her plan to make a fortune has been hindered. If this continues, she will still have to go back to the plight of starving every day.

"We have to find another way to get rich." Thinking about it, Ximen Qing glanced at the computer beside him, "Are you really going to make money for the dead fat house?"

Ximenqing hesitated for a long time and decided to make a compromise.

"Forget selling stockings or something, it's too low, but it's not impossible to be a UP master."

In recent years, the development of the second dimension has been flourishing, among which the bullet-screen Tucao website "Bcup" referred to as Station B is particularly prominent, and it is not much different from the "bilibili" in Ximenqing's memory. Of course, because of the decline of Yingguo culture, most of the B stations in this world are domestically produced, and some memes are also more domestically produced.

If you can become an up master, and then gain a group of fans, it will be good for Ximen Qing if there will be another wave that is hard to guard against.

In the past, she didn't do it just because it took too much time in the early stage. The accumulation of fans did not happen overnight. She is not some guy who likes to show a sad smile. Gaining fans is like riding a rocket. Being a UP master is destined to have a period of using love to generate electricity.

Now that Song Yunwu was on the street, she had no choice but to prepare to retreat.

Of course she can't make videos, but someone can, she just needs to consider the content.

"What should I do? Anime chatter? Let's put it down, there is a wool slot in these cartoons for children, ghosts? That's too time-consuming, let's put it aside..."

After much deliberation, she finally settled on a strategy: singing.

When Dalong was still there, her favorite thing was to find a good song, and then repeat the single until she vomited, and then went on to find the next one. Thanks to this, she can recall those songs very clearly now.

It is impossible to arrange music, and it is impossible to arrange music in this life, and I can't write scores. Only a cappella can do this.

Ximenqing is also very helpless, she is not a master of music, her knowledge of music is limited to do-re-mi, basically there is no way to reproduce the original song completely.

She went downstairs and knocked on the door of "Peach Garden". After Xiaoguai opened the door, she pinched Xiaoguai's cheek immediately. The fleshy little face is really comfortable to pinch.

"Xiaoguai, do my sister a favor." After feeling comfortable, Ximenqing pushed Xiaoguai in and closed the door behind him, showing a weird smile.

Xiaoguai was honest, just asked her: "What can you help me with?"

Ximen Qing said: "Aren't you very good at computers? Can you make a video for me? I will sing a song, and then you will record it for me and make it into a video."

After hearing this, Xiaoguai emphasized: "That's hacking technology, it's used to deal with the defense system, not for making videos."

"Oh, it's all good, you can help me." Ximen Qing knelt on the floor, so that she was just tall enough to hug Xiaoguai's waist, and rub on her stomach by the way.

Xiaoguai seemed a little reluctant, but she agreed under Ximen Qing's soft-hearted paving.

Xiaoguai's room is well-equipped with all kinds of equipment. Ximenqing only needs to sing directly, and all the post-work can be handed over to her.

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