God Descends the Second Element

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"Art of the comics industry", this is the evaluation given by fans all over the world on the comics created by Zhenbai, and there is really nothing wrong with it.

In terms of storyboarding, because there is a comic name as the base, there is no big problem, the rhythm is also very good, with the original excellent plot, coupled with this kind of painting style that can be called a work of art, Even Wang Hao, who had always been demanding on Zhenbai, couldn't find any major flaws at this time.

"Congratulations, the manuscript of this sentence is very good! Compared to before, it is really a great improvement, really amazing!"

Wang Hao did not hesitate to give Zhenbai a thumbs-up, and did not stingy with his praise, because he knew how much effort the other party had put into it.

Hearing this, Shiina's face turned red imperceptibly. Although it was only a slight change in an instant, Wang Hao could feel a clear happy mood.

Having been with Zhenbai for so long, Wang Hao is already very good at capturing the emotions that the child usually shows. Even if most of the time the expression on the other's face is still as indifferent as usual, he can still analyze it nine out of ten.

"Ho."

Shiina Mashiro blinked, and stretched out a small hand to grab the corner of Wang Hao's clothes, as if he was acting like a baby. It's better to say that this is a "true white" act of acting like a baby.

Seeing the other person like this, Wang Hao shook his head helplessly. He really couldn't resist such a spoiled act by Zhen Bai, so he stretched out his hand towards Shiina's small head with a wry smile and rubbed it gently. Said: "Yo Xiyo Xi, Zhen Bai is really like a child in this respect."

Originally, Wang Hao thought that the other party had grown up to the point where he could not teach him. He didn’t expect to have such a childish side, but he didn’t hate this kind of thing, or there was still a hint of happiness, because the real white he knew was the same. , Still as well-behaved as before.

And in the next second, something unexpected happened to him. Shiina Shiro suddenly broke away from Wang Hao's hand, stepped back slightly, frowning with a calm expression on his face, and said, "Ho, I'm already Not a kid anymore."

Before Wang Hao could react, Shiina Zhenbai turned around and picked up the manuscript and left the room. Only Wang Hao, whose face was filled with a dazed fragrance, remained.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly heard a huge clicking sound in his heart, which was a heartbreaking sound.

Wang Hao:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

A lot of question marks suddenly appeared above his head. Who can tell him what is going on now? Why did things become like this? What did the true white like a little angel go through on weekdays?

Wang Hao now has a lot of questions and is about to make up a book of 100,000 whys. Because of the hard hit, he now feels an indescribable fatigue all over his body. He just sighed and lay on the bed, dazed. Looking at the ceiling.

"Zhen Bai is also growing..."

Recalling what Zhenbai said just now, Wang Hao couldn't help but sighed, and began to reflect on himself, and then he should pay attention to it, and he can no longer treat the other person as a child.

A breeze blew in from outside the window, and it lightly blew Wang Hao. He suddenly felt a lot relaxed, and suddenly there was a thought of just lying down and not wanting to move.

"No, I can't be so decadent now!"

Thinking that Zhenbai had already begun to grow gradually without knowing it, he also had to continue to work harder.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao stood up resolutely, regained his spirits, and muttered to himself: "Anyway, let's reset the next arrangement first!"

Now that a lot of things are overwhelming, he is almost out of breath, and avoiding it is not a way. The only thing to do is to rearrange these things and plan well.

As long as things are sorted out, the whole person will be much easier.

After sitting back in his office chair, Wang Hao expertly opened the computer file and found a schedule he had obtained last time, but he did not expect that the plan could not keep up with the changes. The current changes have completely disrupted his previous plans. , Had to delete it to the recycle bin, and then resume editing.

There are too many things happening these days, but they can be divided by time and importance.

Thinking in his mind, his hands didn't slow down, his hands quickly tapped the keyboard, and rows of words appeared on the screen.

A few minutes later, Wang Hao made a table of the recent arrangements, and sent the documents to his mobile phone by the way. He personally still likes this orderly arrangement.

It's like writing an outline, the next thing will be a lot easier.

Of course, some people find it troublesome and don't like to use this method.

In fact, with Wang Hao's memory, he can sort it out in his mind, but he has some small obsessive-compulsive disorder in this regard, and this is no way.

Well, after all, if you force yourself to be too big, you will feel uncomfortable if you don't do some things.

After sorting these out, Wang Hao began to find out many combat-related drawing skills. This one can be said to be his shortcoming, but he must fill this shortcoming in the shortest time, even absolutely To be better than other aspects!

There was very little time left for him, and he knew that he was a little impatient, but he had to do it.

The reason is also very simple, because Dragon Ball's next main battle line is still the battle line, and the next opponent is the Fu Jian Yi Bo. If you don't do this with the determination to die, I am afraid that even the 1% chance of winning will be lost.

Time passed quietly, and it wasn't until about two o'clock in the morning that Wang Hao stopped. I don't know how many scraps of manuscripts were on the ground.

He felt his head dizzy now, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes tiredly, knowing that he must rest now.

Although his physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people, several hours of continuous high-intensity work has consumed too much in both mental and physical strength.

The body is the capital of the revolution~www.NovelMTL.com~Wang Hao knows this very well. Even if he still wants to continue painting now, the body protested.

"Forget it, just get up early tomorrow."

After a light sigh, Wang Hao turned and lay directly on the bed. A strong feeling of lethargy suddenly hit him. He picked up the remote control next to him and pressed it. The light in the room quietly went out, and he went directly to sleep without too much.

…………

In the unfamiliar space, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

"This is where?"

Wang Hao frowned, he didn't like this feeling very much.

However, in the next second, a little starlight suddenly lit up all around, and the entire space was suddenly filled with various lights.

Before Wang Hao was surprised, he found that the scene in front of him had changed again, and he suddenly came to a strange world that he knew was a little familiar.

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