"What? Change editor? Where is Wang Wenhong?!"
After learning that Wang Wenhong was no longer his editor, Chen Zijiao jumped up violently.
The old editor in front of him is about to retire, and he can't even speak clearly. How can he be his editor?
"Xiao Wang, he has gone through the resignation formalities, and it is estimated that he will resign soon." The old editor said quickly.
"Haha...interesting, really interesting, I turned out to be a deserter...youth! Since you are my editor in charge, then you say, how should I draw next?" Chen Zijiao asked the old editor.
The editor flushed, "I'm just editing, not the original. How can you decide what you want to spend? You draw the name first, and we will discuss it."
"Oh-let me decide? Is it really okay?" Chen Zijiao grinned.
"Of course, don't forget, I'm just an editor, at most I can make a comment. Besides, I have other cartoonists who are responsible, and it is impossible to take care of you like a babysitter." The old editor explained.
"Oh... it turned out to be like this." Chen Zijiao's expression calmed back, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. "Actually, yesterday, I already drew a new name. I originally wanted Wang Wenhong to comment. Now that he quit, you can take a look. If you think it is possible, the new chapter will be drawn according to this name."
"No problem." Hearing Chen Zijiao's words, the old editor nodded slightly. It is the editor's responsibility to provide comments.
Chen Zijiao gave a cold snort and threw the painted name to the old editor.
The old editor picked up the glasses, read the name roughly, his face flushed instantly.
"Absolute... ridiculous, you can't publish your paintings so exposed!" The old editor took off the glasses angrily.
"Anyway, there are four more words to end, what do you care about doing so much?" Chen Zijiao coldly snorted, "Anyway, the name has been given to you. You are an editor. It is your business to find faults or something. If there is nothing wrong, you Leave first?"
Hearing Chen Zijiao driving him away, the old editor pointed at Chen Zijiao angrily, but didn't know what to say.
Chen Zijiao's serialization is about to end, and the whole person is somewhat self-indulgent, but he is helpless in the face of such Chen Zijiao.
Alas, it's really hard to be an editor——
The old editor finally sighed helplessly, got up and left Chen Zijiao's studio.
...
Shen Xin still did not dare to relax in the next few days.
Winning "Toggle" is not the end of "Y\'s", but the starting point.
Originally, he wanted to use this momentum to move forward. But as the Spring Festival is approaching, Lu Ning will go home to celebrate the New Year after he finished drawing the latest manuscript. The magazine will also publish a joint issue. The two magazines are combined, and the editor takes advantage of this time to go home for the New Year.
Seeing such a good opportunity, and just slipping away with it, Shen Xin could only secretly sigh a pity.
However, China's comic magazines are all like this, not just the "NewWorld" family, so Shen Xin has no other way.
After saying goodbye to Shen Xin, Lu Ning left the studio with a backpack. Gao Hang hadn't planned to leave, but when Shen Xin heard that he hadn't been home for two years, he "rushed" him back. .
The Spring Festival is the most important festival in China. During the year, you have to meet your family at least once.
So, Shen Xin and Xi Muhan were the only studios that were still lively.
Speaking of Xi Muhan, after the exam, she came to the studio. It was not her turn to paint black and white, so she hugged her notebook and lay on the table to write the side text of the game.
Shen Xin poured a cup of coffee, stood behind Xi Muhan, and moved his eyes to the laptop screen.
Xi Muhan typed for a few minutes, and suddenly felt that his vision was a little dark, so he turned his head and saw Shen Xin with a serious face.
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Xi Muhan's cheeks were slightly red.
"Nothing? What you wrote is not a branch of the game, right?" Shen Xin asked.
"One Hundred Percent Love" is a love game that takes place in school, and Xi Muhan is setting a worldview.
"When I was writing the branch two days ago, I suddenly thought of a fantasy story, so I planned to write it down first. As for whether to write a novel, I can only see if I have time in the future." Xi Muhan's gaze moved to the screen again. On, "Brother Xin, what do you think of my settings?"
"Alright?" Shen Xin said casually.
In fact, the development of China Fiction Magazine is also very good.
Shen Xin is also interested in writing novels, but the world's novels are all magazines, and his writing is not good enough to publish them. Furthermore, since he is now a professional cartoonist, there is no need to involve in novels.
Even so, when he saw an interesting novel, he would still subconsciously look at it.
"What are the shortcomings?" Xi Muhan looked at Shen Xin expectantly.
"I don't know, I haven't read your text yet. What kind of novel do you plan to design?" Shen Xin curiously asked.
"Um...Fantasy, right?" Xi Muhan frowned, speculating.
"Domestic fantasy or foreign fantasy?" Shen Xin asked again.
"Ancient in China." Xi Muhan said without hesitation.
Domestic...
is nothing more than constructing a worldview like fantasy novels or fairy-xia novels. It's just that Xi Muhan always feels weird when he writes that kind of escalating novel.
Yunhuangliu is quite suitable for Xi Muhan. Such novels usually involve love, which is what she is good at.
Of course, the specific genre to write depends on Xi Muhan's own choice.
If you go to magazines, Shen Xin thinks novels like Yunhuang are pretty good.
Upgraded fantasy novels are more than two million words in length, while magazines prefer long stories within a million words. In addition, novels published in magazines must be revised repeatedly to remove the "irrigation" content. This is a headache.
"If it is based on domestic myths~www.mtlnovel.com~ I suggest to read more myths and legends. Otherwise, the world of architecture will be slightly hollow...you can't really write it out, right?"
Xi Muhan has not yet celebrated his 16th birthday. If he could write a novel like the "Mirror" or "Feather" series before the age of 20, he would definitely be called a "genius writer".
Looking at Shen Xin's questioning eyes, Xi Muhan's expression also darkened.
"I don't know... but I think, before going to college, I should be able to... write at least one book, right?"
"Then I look forward to your novel, but the grades cannot fall."
"I see." Xi Muhan wrinkled his nose and made a face at Shen Xin.
"Go back early today and go to the supermarket to buy some New Year goods."
"Hot Pot?"
"Do you want to be lazy again?"
"Hee hee..."
Xi Muhan turned around and continued to write the setting of the novel. Shen Xin also prepared to draw the name that he would use in the next year in advance.
"Ding Dong..."
"It should be Sister Yan, I'll open the door."
Xi Muhan immediately stood up from his seat and opened the door of the room, only to see a tall young man wearing black framed glasses standing at the door. He was holding a bunch of flowers in his hand, and looking at Xi Muhan who opened the door, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he immediately smiled.
"Who are you looking for?" Xi Muhan asked in confusion.
The man pushed the frame, "Hello, my name is Wang Wenhong, I want to see Teacher Shen."
"Wang Wenhong? What are you doing here? You are not welcome here." Xi Muhan's expression tightened. Not long ago, Wang Wenhong poached his assistant, she still remembered fresh.
Wang Wenhong smiled awkwardly, just about to explain, but saw that Shen Xin had already walked over.