"I like your drawings very much..."
The girl wearing black-rimmed glasses and carrying a backpack ran to Jiang Man's side and said nervously.
She was a second-year in high school who liked drawing, Hu Miao. She usually liked Fox comics and was a die-hard fan.
"This is a collection of my drawings! They are all your works..." She rummaged through her bag and took out two booklets, handing them to Jiang Man.
"I have been learning your style. This is my painting. Can you take a look?"
If she could get comments and pointers from her idol, it would definitely be helpful to Hu Miao. She was a little nervous and expectant.
"What is this?!"
Jiang Man, who was in a bad mood, saw her take out the crumpled paper and pushed it away in disgust.
"You have the nerve to take it out when you are painting like this?" Jiang man said arrogantly as if Fox was really her.
