My Cartoonist Strategy

"boom"!"boom"!"boom"!

The basketball hit the floor and made a heavy noise.

The young man holds the wheelchair in one hand, makes the wheelchair run forward as quickly as possible, and carries the basketball in one hand.

Oppositely, the person in the wheelchair was also driven to intercept. The youth suddenly turned to accelerate. After the breakthrough, the ball was sent to the perimeter and shot to a friend.

After the young people and teammates gave a high-five, they looked outside the stadium, and a young woman in professional attire stood at the door.

"No more." The youth wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Seeing the beauty...motivated?" Teammates smiled.

"Disgusting." The young man vomited, driving the wheel to the outside. "How can a big reporter have time to come to this small place?"

The young woman in front of her seemed to be in her early twenties, but the two had known each other for six or seven years. When he played basketball, the young woman was already a reporter.

"What nonsense?" The woman touched her shoulder bag with one hand and her eyes were a little wet. "I'm just a sports reporter."

"It's a very good sports reporter." The youth looked up at the woman and corrected.

"It doesn't make any sense to you. By the way, aren't you abroad? How come back?" The woman's eyes aimed at the young man's hand.

Compared with when they were separated, the young man had an extra layer of cocoons on his hands, and it was not easy for him to pass these years.

I want to come too. I could have been the arrogant of heaven, but I lost everything because of a car accident.

After so many years, the youth's once green face has been engraved with some vicissitudes.

"Before and after the injury, for me, it is a completely different world. If it were you, what would you do?" the youth asked rhetorically.

The woman is dumb.

Not to mention his attitude towards others, I am afraid that even he may not accept himself who cannot stand up.

Before and after the injury, it is really two worlds.

"Then... why are you back now?"

"Time is the most powerful sculptor, it will make people adapt to another themselves." The young man laughed.

"Then? Why are you coming back?" the woman asked.

"In foreign countries, I'm very confused. I don't know what else I can do to stand up. Some escape my meaning. It's good to play games, chase dramas, sometimes play basketball with other people, but it's all boring, It’s the same with reading comics. There are only a few beautiful comics."

"How old are you looking at those things?" The woman quickly waved her hands. "That's all children watch."

"Have you seen "Soul of Chess"?"

"I've seen it." The woman nodded, but then waved her hand again. "That's not so good? "Chess Soul" is a work recommended by the China Chess Academy. When the author was creating, he invited Xie Shiqi Ba Duan as a consultant. The details are very true. "

"That's it. There are fairy tales specifically for children to read, and serious literature specifically for adults. The same should be true of comics."

"So?" The woman was a little dissatisfied.

"When I was in Europe, I met the author of "Soul of Chess", and we stayed together for a few days. He now painted a new work, which is basketball, and one of them is also with people like me in wheelchairs."

"Found resonance?" the woman asked curiously.

"Not only." The young man rubbed his nose, the smile on his face was somewhat proud, "You know what the wheelchair young man is doing in that comic?"

"Where can I know? I don't read comics...I don't have time to read comics." The woman smiled bitterly.

As a sports reporter, of course, wherever there is a match, I will go where to interview. In many cases, there is no fixed place to rest.

"Coach!" The young man looked at his palm and his eyes flickered. "I just remember now, even if I can't stand up, but I still have brains. How do I train, and how to arrange tactics, I still remember, so, I think I can Become a coach."

"Go to the club?"

"How is it possible? How could those players worth hundreds of millions of dollars listen to me? Go to middle school."

"Secondary?"

"Yes, go to a school with poor grades but some talented players and take them to the national championship.

The woman's mouth opened, and she just wanted to persuade her to see the youthful eyes, and she swallowed her words again.

"What do you have to say?" the youth asked.

"No. It's good if you can keep your spirits up." The woman narrowed her eyes. "Yes, what is the comic that gave you a goal?"

""Basketball Sky" has now been logged into the APP. Teacher Shen's new work is also basketball. What to expect?"

Seeing the youthful smile, the woman's heart was put down, and at the same time, the title of the book he said was also in her heart.

...

After the serial date of "" was determined, Shen Xin's work was officially launched.

Since the first three words came out, Shen Xin, Gao Hang, Zhang Ziyue, and Hang Jian officially started the creation of "", while Liu Ruoxing and three people started the coloring work of "DN".

"DN" is drawn by the digital screen, and the original data is in the hands of Shen Xin. Therefore, the coloring process is much easier than hand-painting, and it can be drawn by three people. Even if there is no assistant from Zone 11, the problem is not too much. Big.But if the people from the 11th district are as powerful as Murakami said, it will also enhance the studio.

After two or three days of negotiations, Murakami's assistant said that he was determined, and that he was a man named "Asai Hui".Shen Xin roughly glanced at the information sent by Murakami. She is only 25 years old, but her resume is very thick. She served as an assistant to "The Wasteland Hunter"-this comic was once a pillar-level comic for "Leopard Leap".

After confirming the flight of the plane, Shen Xin arranged for Wang Wenhong to pick her up. After some time, it was almost time to arrive.

Shen Xin was painting while waiting for a new assistant to come. In the evening, the assistant didn't wait but Wu Xiaoli.

"Junior Leap" needs an editor who can speak Japanese. Wu Xiaoli's Japanese is not as good as Wang Wenhong, but it is better than knowing nothing. Plus her good relationship with Yan Fei, Yu Chen will hand over work with Yan Fei Gave her the task.

Wu Xiaoli went to Lu Ning's studio first, and then pulled Yan Fei to find Shen Xin.

"What wind is blowing you?" Shen Xin curiously saw Wu Xiaoli pushing the door in.

He only submits emails now, and Wu Xiaoli does not need to come over specially.

"I'm fine, mainly to look at Sister Yan, and take a look at the progress of "SD" by the way."

"The second sentence will be ready soon." Shen Xin smiled.

"Also, Mr. Shen, have the posters for the propaganda been drawn? "Leap" has been rushing." Wu Xiaoli asked again.

"It's alright, sent it to your mailbox at night."

"That's great." Wu Xiaoli folded her hands together and understood what she was thinking. "It's really Mr. Shen, the speed is fast."

"Let's talk about these useless, let's say, what else is coming this time?"

"Everything is said to be fine. If something is said, it is also related to Sister Yan."

"Ok?"

"Ms. Han Ye's new work is sure to be read lightly...Ms. Lu Ning and Sister Yan are not very comfortable."

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