In June, the scorching sun is like a big fireball, hanging in the sky above the fanzine instant photo event. Even in the evening, the temperature still doesn't mean to drop.

This is the biggest comic doujinshi instant shooting event in Yunhai City. Many comic enthusiasts will come here to try their luck, hoping to find their favorite doujinshi.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the fan exhibition is still full of people. The readers around the booth are flipping through the fanzine on the table.

A young man standing behind the booth wiped his forehead and breathed a little.

This young man is seventeen or eighteen years old, with broken hair on one head, fair skin, and a mole on the corner of his left eye. His eyes are piercing, and he often smiles, giving people the feeling of a boy next door.

His name in this world is Shen Xin.

A month ago, he was only a third-rate online novelist, but now he accidentally crossed the world and became a first-year art student.

Blame the careless **** of death, misreading the name, and pulling him out of the original world.

After learning of the work mistake, Reaper immediately admitted the mistake. But his body has been cremated, and there is no way to return the sun.

Reaper can only find another way, allowing him to successfully cross to this man named Shen Xin, and at the same time, he also gifted him three comic capsules with different effects.

After taking the comic capsules, Shen Xin knew their effects.

First of all, the comics he has read on the earth can be clearly recalled-in this world, apart from the comics of Osamu Tezuka, there are no other comics on the earth.

Secondly, he has mastered the relevant experience of cartoonists, and comic-related content, including storyboarding, composition, and the use of tools, are all included. When he uses the dip pen, these will clearly come to mind. What he lacks is to use this knowledge for his own use.

Third, when he is practicing painting, he will get a 100% speed increase, which allows him to improve his manga experience, painting skills and many other abilities in a short period of time.

He knows that this is the golden finger in online novels, but please, he is an online novel author. What do you do to give him a comic capsule?

However, after he really understood the world, he realized the good intentions of the **** of death-there is no online novel in this world. What's more tragic is that China's most popular novel magazines, such as Wuxia, they value writing rather than brainstorming.

Better than writing?

is not a big talk. In terms of writing, he has never won an online writer with the same score, let alone a writer of a novel magazine.

In contrast, under the influence of District 11, China's comics have also become very popular. There are three comic magazines with more than three million copies in a single issue.

These three magazines are called the "three major magazines" by Huaxia Manyou.

As for the host, he was an art student before his death. At the same time, he was also aspiring to become a comic book artist of the "three major magazines". These attributes fit well with the comic capsule.

Hmm...Think of it this way, Reaper treats him pretty well.

Wait... Isn't Reaper the **** who killed him?

Thinking of this, Shen Xin felt unspeakably depressed.

Before he crossed, he was a dead mansion, and I read a lot of comics.

After 　　, he became Shen Xin. His pace of life has not changed much. In addition to a car accident a year ago, all of his lives were lost. He also has a sister who is not related by blood. The pace of life has not changed much. He usually stays in the house, but the tool of struggle has been changed from a keyboard to a dip pen.

After selling a fanzine, Shen Xin picked up the mineral water bottle and drank the last bite into his belly, but his throat was still dry.

"That guy Yang Bo... just bought some water, but it hasn't come back until now." Shen Xin sighed.

This time, he and his friends from the Comic Research Club came to the "Doujin Show", on the one hand to sell doujinshi, on the other hand, he wanted to try his luck.

In large fan exhibitions, there are usually some comic magazine editors who rent a booth to accept contributions from fan authors.

The host was short of money, and he also contributed to several large comic magazines during his lifetime. As a result, there was no news at all.

Originally, he hoped to use this fan exhibition to find some opportunities, but as time passed, the opportunities became slim.

At this time, a bottle of ice-cold mineral water suddenly appeared in front of Shen Xin, frightening him, and then a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"your."

Shen Xin raised his head and saw a young man with blond hair and a white shirt looking at him with a smile.

"Yang Bo, do you still know to come back? I'm almost dying of thirst." Shen Xin took the mineral water and took a big sip. The cold mineral water entered his throat, and a sweetness filled his mouth.

When he put down the mineral water bottle, it was already empty.

"I did it for you, but I ran most of the fan show."

"For me?" Shen Xin was confused.

"The magazine's booth is in District 11. If you want to contribute, just go there." Yang Bo grinned, showing his white teeth.

11...11 districts?

This area... feels so strange?

China's next door, isn't it in District 11?

The relationship between the 11 districts of this world and China, and the earth time is almost the same.

"I didn't lie to you, it's true." Yang Bo handed the mineral water to the rest of the community.

"Then... Yang Bo, I will go to the 11th district to take a look, and then I will invite you to dinner." Shen Xin quickly grabbed the last fanzine and hurriedly left the booth.

Yunhai is not a first-tier city in China, but the atmosphere of the second dimension is relatively strong. The comic exhibition is about to end, but the number of exhibitors has not decreased at all. This is a good example.

At the same time, due to the excellent comic atmosphere, some comic magazines have been born, but the sales volume is not too high, most of them are in the tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of volumes.

Shen Xin took his picture album and hurried to District 11.

It is getting late, most of the stalls have been closed, the remaining magazines are not very famous, and the monthly sales volume should be around tens of thousands.

Relying on the sales of tens of thousands of copies, even if Shen Xin uses the famous comics on the earth to contribute, it is difficult to make waves.

In addition to its own strength, the platform is also very important.

Shen Xin scanned the booths and discharged magazines with sales of only tens of thousands. Only one booth was left-"Monthly Dreamer" that met his requirements.

The single sales volume of this magazine is about 600,000 to 700,000 copies, and it is also well-known in China.

The fly in the ointment is that this magazine is a monthly magazine and only one is sold a month, which is obviously different from weekly magazines.

It would be good if it were a weekly magazine. After all, the more you paint, the more money you will get.

Shen Xin had no choice. After taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and came to the booth of "Dreamer" magazine.

The two editors who were chatting immediately sat upright after seeing Shen Xin.

"Hello." A young man in a floral shirt stood up and bowed slightly to Shen Xin.

This editor should be twenty-five or sixteen years old, slightly taller than Shen Xin, and should be about 1.78 meters. He was thin, wore glasses with black frames, and showed a warm smile.

"Hello, this is the "Dreamer" magazine, right?" Shen Xin held the magazine and looked at the young man.

"Yes, I am the editor Wang Wenhong, can I help you?" The young man kept smiling as much as possible.

Internet celebrity? Good name.

Shen Xin suddenly became interested in Wang Wenhong, and put the album in his hand on the table, "This is my work, I want to ask, can this level be serialized in your magazine?"

The young man smiled and picked up the picture album. Suddenly he felt a little damp in his hands, and he felt a little unhappy.

"Oh, I just drank water, maybe there was water splashing on it?" Shen Xin explained.

"That's it." Wang Wenhong's face immediately returned to normal, and he smiled knowingly, "It's so hot, understandable, let me take a look at the contents of the picture album first... Well, the name is "The Witch", right?"

"That's right." Shen Xin nodded slightly.

The outline and name of this fanzine were drawn by the host before his death. Because the time was too short, he didn't do more processing. After slightly modifying the name, he started to draw the line and draw the fanzine.

The readability of the story is average, but relying on the experience that Manga Capsule brings him, he is convinced that the division and composition of the manga are absolutely fine.

Sure enough, after Wang Wenhong saw it, he nodded immediately, "Very good, solid painter, and the characteristics of girls are shown. But..."

Wang Wenhong paused, "The two of us are just editors, so we can't reply to you right away...or else, you leave your contact information, and when we get news, I can contact you, how about?"

"Ok."

Shen Xin was overjoyed and immediately wrote his name and phone number on the cover of the album.

Seeing Shen Xin disappear into the crowd, Wang Wenhong's expression instantly turned cold.

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to find two treasures in one day." The female editor sitting next to him teased.

"Which stone do you think is a treasure? It may be a rough jade, or it may be a stinky stone. The story is the soul of comics, this picture album...the story is nothing new." Then, Wang Wenhong will Shen Xin's picture album. Throwing it on the ground, "I already have a jade in my hand, how can I be interested in the smelly stone?"

"Huh? But didn't you leave his phone number just now?" The female editor was puzzled.

"Hey, how sad should he be if I reject him directly?" Wang Wenhong's words were full of ridicule.

"What if he waits for your reply?" the female editor asked.

"That means he is a fool. What does it have to do with me? If you feel bad about him, pick it up and keep it for yourself." Wang Wenhong said with a light smile.

The 　　 female editor looked at the picture album on the ground coldly, wrinkled her nose, and shook her head again and again, so she didn't want the things that others had thrown away.

"Look, don't you think he can't do it too? Okay, time is almost up, quickly close the stall." Wang Wenhong stretched out.

The female editor put the received magazine in the box, Wang Wenhong picked up the box and left the booth with the female editor.

Not long after the two people left, a tall woman walked past the booth of "Monthly Dreamer", her footsteps suddenly stopped, and she looked down at the picture album under her feet.

"Witch?" The woman picked up the picture album and read it roughly, frowning slightly. After reading the cartoon again, she put the discarded picture album in her bag, "Shen Xin? Interesting..."

The woman's depressed mood for the day was wiped out at this moment.