It was quiet at night, and Li Qin was hot and hard to sleep.
She planned to get up and drink a glass of water, but was surprised to find that the light next door was still on.
"Why is this kid still not sleeping?" Li Qin walked over curiously, and looked inside along the crack of the door.
I saw Meng Huo sitting at the desk, moving quickly on the paper with a pen "swish".
Li Qin's eyes widened, this kid is actually reviewing? She looked at the ground. The textbooks and notes were scattered all over the place. She had never seen Meng Huo who worked so hard to review—he really changed.
walked towards the living room softly, Li Qin smiled.
"I'll add an extra egg to him for breakfast tomorrow."
And in the room, Meng Huo's description of Long Feifengwu is of course not review questions, but comics.
He rummaged through the history books and various newspapers in the room, and he has determined that the classic comics such as "Dragon Ball" and "Naruto" have not appeared in this world, and the classic online novels such as "Fights Break Sphere" and "Full Time Master" have also not appeared in this world. .
Novels and comics have become Meng Huo's first choice for making money. Of course, his first choice is novels with less effort. However, the novel industry in this world is very developed, and the rise of online novels is ten years earlier than in the previous life. The entire market is a red sea of fierce competition.
On the contrary, the original comic market is a blue ocean.
Original comics appeared later than novels. Due to the development of the novel market, in order to expand copyright benefits, the comics industry gradually emerged. The comic characters are bright, easy to understand, and suitable for all ages. The whole industry is like a snowball, and it has spread all over the world.
However, it has been limited by two decisive factors when it started recently. One is the lack of professional comic education, the shortage of talents, and the adaptation of popular novels by big companies, and the output of original comics is very small. Second, there are problems with the marketing model, and comics and periodicals are not paid attention.
Today's comics market is dominated by adapted novels. The biggest limitation is that readers know the plot. Comic companies dare not change the original work. Readers who know the plot will not follow it every week. They are more willing to buy a single book.
This gave rise to the peculiar phenomenon of poor sales of manga periodicals and magazines, and unusually hot single-page books. This phenomenon is very beneficial to Meng Huo, because it means that as long as he can put out excellent content in the form of comics, he can stand out.
Novels and comics are closely related. Many people can write novels, but few people can draw comics. Meng Huo spent most of his life on these things. His brush and drawing skills are extraordinary, and he should be able to create a broad road.
He can start from original comics and step into other industries step by step.
"Very good, the foundation is still there!" Meng Huo put down his pen and looked at dozens of manga manuscripts on the table with a sigh of relief. Crossing didn't bring his skills back to the original point, no matter the handwriting, style or painting skills were not much different from the previous life, as long as he practiced for a while, he would be able to recover.
As long as the strength is present, Meng Huo is not afraid of anything.
"But it's weird..." He picked up the comic and frowned and looked at it: "It's so smooth, no matter how to draw a comic, I always have to rethink the storyboard. Why don't I even think about the storyboard?"
The so-called storyboard is a term for comics. It is necessary to design the layout of the comics on paper before drawing the original manuscript according to the layout. This process is like drawing up a draft and structure. What is strange about Meng Huo is that he can draw the original without a storyboard, as if he already knew it.
"Forget it, I don't want it."
Meng Huo stretched his waist and picked up the history book beside him and read it as a novel. However, it didn't take long for a strange feeling to appear in his mind: He seemed to know what the next page was. The key point was from Which line starts with which word.
"No way…"
Meng Huo just turned it over before, how could he remember it so clearly. He immediately turned to the next page, and the content displayed was exactly the same as in his mind!
An absurd idea came out.
Meng Huo took out a Chinese document and scanned a dozen pages quickly, and then closed it. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and began to recall. Slowly, the entire Chinese textbook opened like a 3D image, and the table of contents, text, notes, and even the crumpled page numbers were all clear.
"I can't forget it!" He jumped excitedly: "No, it's impossible...but the memory of the previous life is also very clear. The twelfth sentence of the first chapter of Journey to the West seems to be Shao Kangjie's saying:'Half of the winter solstice, Tianxin No change. When a yang first moves, when everything is not born'?"
"Fuck, I have a bunker!"
Meng Huo really remembered his life, not only in this life, but also in the previous life, he knew everything in his life, could it be that the crossing let his head follow! As long as he has this skill, he can perfectly reproduce the comics of his previous life, and he is worried about not making money?
But this way, he won't have to go to school to waste time.
"No, since I can remember it, why don't I go to school?" If I can find a school with a relaxed schoolwork, then Meng Huo's diploma will be like giving away for nothing.
Strength is the key, and capable students are popular wherever they go. Meng Huo looked at the junior high school textbooks on the desk and felt that there was no harm in taking the senior high school entrance examination. He could review the comics while preparing the comics, which would also relieve Li Qin.
After a busy night, after dawn, Meng Huo asked Li Qin not to go to school.
"Anyway, the school class is over. I can't go there to review it quietly. It's better to stay at home." He explained.
Li Qin originally wanted to refuse, but she remembered Meng Huo's hard work last night and hesitated. She didn't have a computer at home and had no money to play with the children, so she might as well promise: "Well, I'll call your head teacher."
She asked for leave for Meng Huo. The head teacher Bai Hui was angry with yesterday, and when he heard the request for leave, he replied with the phrase "don't come, forget it" and hung up the phone.
"What did you do at school?" Li Qin was full of doubts, and Meng Huo blinked innocently: "Nothing, I was anxious to pick you up."
Li Qin was taken aback, a little unhappy.
"This teacher is really, what kind of attitude, the children do not do well to teach well, how can they still care about after a day..."
She was very happy that Meng Huo came to pick herself up yesterday.
"Then I'm going to work, you are at home to review quietly, there are some leftovers in the refrigerator for you to eat at noon."
"Okay!" Meng Huo sent Li Qin out with a smile on his face, then slept until noon, and started to review after eating.
At ten thirty in the evening, Li Qin did not rush home, but knocked on the door of the neighbor's house.
"Meng Huo? I didn't seem to see him out today." The neighbor's answer relieved Li Qin. The child did stay at home to review.
Opening the door, Li Qin was stunned. She saw the lights in the living room were on, and there was a big bowl of hot egg fried rice on the table.
"Mom, welcome back! That's the meal I just heated up. You eat it while it's hot."
Inside the room heard Meng Huo's voice, and Li Qin's eyes reddened. This was the first time Meng Huo had prepared food for her.
"This kid, didn't I say that the factory provides dinner?" Li Qin wiped the corner of his eyes and ate up the egg fried rice with joy.
She put away the dishes, and knocked on Meng Huo's door before taking a bath and going to bed.
"Small, don't look at it too late and break your body."
"I know."
got an answer, Li Qin went to bed with peace of mind.
Time passed by the simple interaction between mother and child. It took Meng Huo two weeks to memorize the entire elementary and junior high school textbooks thoroughly. He no longer needs to review. There are still more than ten days before the high school entrance examination, Meng Huo seized the time to prepare the comics.
The choice of the first comic is very important. Meng Huo didn't directly adapt the previous life novels to comics. He didn't dare to take the risk and gave priority to comics in works that were originally comics.
"Dragon Ball" was the first to be listed as a candidate. This is a classic comic that has been serialized for more than ten years. However, the initial results of this comic were not particularly popular until the author added the theme of "striving for power" to the story.
Then came the three major migrant comics, "Reaper", "Naruto", and "One Piece". Meng Huo still had no choice. The reason is that the styles and worldviews of these three comics are quite special. He wants a comic that is closer to reality and more youthful as a starting point.
After two days of screening, Meng Huo fell in love with "Detective Conan". This is a typical teenager and girl-take-all comic, close to reality and full of suspense at the same time, and its start is very good, and the results are not inferior to other comics.
Meng Huo focused on painting "Detective Conan", and after a few days of practice, his painting skills returned to the best state of his previous life.
Drawing comics is a complicated task. Although the need to draw a storyboard has greatly reduced the time for Meng Huo to paint, it took Meng Huo four days to complete the first 20 pages of Chapter 1 and more than 20 pages for the complete manuscript of the first time he drew the comics. This is already very demanding. Surprisingly fast.
"Okay, is just the last one!"
Meng Huo stretched his waist and prepared to draw the last picture. This picture has only one shot, so it should be easy to draw.
But just as the brush fell on the paper, a bright light flashed suddenly. A wonderful picture emerged in Meng Huo's mind: a crescent moon hung in the sky, and a boy sat on the grass. He seemed to have just woke up from a coma, dressed in embarrassment, and a gust of wind blew over his flowing sea, revealing the pair. Big doubting eyes.
"what?"
Meng Huo suddenly woke up, the paintbrush in his hand stopped. His pupils shrank, and he was surprised to find that he had completed the last picture-the exact same scene that had just flashed in his mind was drawn on paper, making people unable to look away.
This is not an ordinary cartoon, but the seemingly simple picture shows a touch of elegance. The whole painting actually shows a sense of layering like ink and wash, just like a Chinese painting with life, Meng Huo can feel a strong oriental charm from it.
"Amazing…"
He put down the pen tremblingly, and his wrist was slightly sour, proving that the painting was indeed in his hands.
The clock on the desk is ticking.
Meng Huo turned his head to look at the clock, it had already turned half a circle. The time was 30 minutes faster than before the picture appeared in his mind, but it only left him with a moment of phantom. Meng Huo realized that he had just entered a state of being fascinated and unable to see time, and in this state, he easily drew the scene in his head.
Reminiscent of being unforgettable, Meng Huo felt that this might also be a kind of ability brought by traversal.
"A flash of aura is called a flash of aura!"
He temporarily gave the new ability an easy-to-understand name—the comics drawn by this ability are not like comics, and the quality is far beyond the original. Wouldn't it be invincible if you can make full use of it?