I am the father of the devil king?

From an early age, I realized that I was different from others. Boys would have dreams of being a hero, but I didn't.

Before I learned to speak, my parents broke up and said goodbye. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand my loneliness.

It was a feeling of suffocation in the pool all the time, and no one wanted to take a look at the bottom of the pool.

Rather than saying how much I fantasize about girls, it is better to say how much I want to have a family.

But Cang Ling told me that I did not.

Even though I've dated so many women and had offspring, I haven't come home with a mother of children.

It's like a person keeps going over mountains and ridges to see the sea, but others tell you that what you go over will always be mountains and no sea.

I went to the dormitory manager of the school to ask if I could change the dormitory, and the answer I got was "no". After asking again, no one was willing to exchange with me in private.

That guy can't cover the sky with one hand?

The unprecedented invisible pressure squeezed me into the mold of "life".

At this time, apart from part-time jobs, the only thing that can be my short-term safe haven is the school club.

I searched around, and there was no part-time job in the vicinity of Shende, and there were all kinds of clubs on campus, most of which were military-style.

I remember that when I knew the word "Wu" on the rockery at the gate was the school motto, my jaw almost fell to the ground and I couldn't pick it up. Later, the boy who was at the same table with me for a long time told me that studying in Shende is usually a 3 types of people.

"The first type is that he has confidence in his own 'force', the second type is covered by the first type of people, and the last is that you are muddled in, but they will soon be digested into two or one .”

I don't want to worry about one, two, three, I think of the devil schools and problem students I have seen in countless comics, so that many clubs seem to me to be fighting in groups.

Later, when I went to the art room, I was a little uncomfortable. There were only a few people sitting there, and they were painting Xiaowei's plaster.

It is very quiet, and it seems out of place in the land of Shende.

Xiao He was also inside. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked very delicate. His eyes, which were always closed in class, were very sharp at the moment, reminding me of creatures like eagles.

I learned to draw, but I don't like these rigid things. I don't understand why I spend most of my day painting some still lifes. It's not interesting at all.

Introductory teachers will tell the story of Da Vinci painting eggs to inspire every new student, but no matter how well you paint eggs, you can’t become Da Vinci. The world may not need a second Da Vinci, but I also don't like being Da Vinci, Van Gogh, or Monet.

I just want to be my normal person!

I chose a position in the back row, picked up someone's tool, spread out a piece of paper, and started painting on the drawing board. What I drew was the people in this house.

I prefer the living to the dead.

I love life more than despair.

Later, I became a frequent visitor to the art room. My paintings were different from theirs, but I liked to draw cartoons in the "brushing" sound of the pen touching the paper. I would not be lonely and very inspired.

This is the best fulcrum between loud and quiet.

After that, I also started talking with people from the art club, because Xiao He who passed by said, "The painting is not bad".

The girl in neutral clothing who occasionally attended came over to take a look.

"Hey...it's really good!"

Afterwards, I will talk about some topics that I don't really understand, such as celebrities or fashion.

Nan Jia is not my type, so naturally I didn't dare to forget Cang Ling's words, and sometimes I even thought, if there is really a good partner, wouldn't it be good to take precautions?

It's a pity that I am a human being, an animal with emotions.

Gradually, I realized that it was not impossible for me to accept people like Nan Jia. She has a super high emotional intelligence and is very good at taking care of each other's feelings when chatting, so even though she is often absent, her popularity is still among the top ones in the art club.

"Xia Zhi, this story of yours is very interesting. After the storyboard is finished, can you lend it to me for a long time? I want to review it."

"of course can."

It's just a manga graffiti that isn't even considered an entry-level one. It's really rare to be recognized by others.

This idea was completely destroyed after two months.

"That woman in the studio, you'd better not get too close to her, you can't play with her."

At that time, I thought that Cang Ling's old problem was broken, and I told him clearly that I would never do anything to a woman again.

But now I feel ironic because I misinterpreted the other party's intentions.

Several of my creations were changed in style and published on the manga website. The author named "Pumpkin" became the newcomer king of the last quarterly grand prix.

To my face-to-face questioning, Nan Jia was calm.

"Oh... that... the studio I just established, do you want to be a shooter, I won't treat you badly!"

Still not satisfied with stealing previous works?Is there more to snatch?

"Do you want to call the police? Or go online to seek justice? Give it up, no one will believe you, everyone will think that you are a jealous friend who became famous early, and then you are just helping me stir up popularity."

I know she's telling the truth.

I could only look at her back as she left arrogantly.

"Unfortunately, isn't it?"

Xiao He didn't know how much he overheard. He stood in the classroom with his upper body leaning on the window, looking at me calmly.

I don't know the answer to "yes" or "no", my mind is all muddled at the moment.

He probably felt that it was boring to look at me like this. When he returned to the classroom, there was still a sculpture of Xiaowei in the center. From my perspective, he seemed to be kissing the lifeless sculpture, but he just bent down and stared at it. with it.

The picture is beautiful.

Xiao He is very beautiful, his beauty is different from Xiao Wei in the west, he is an oriental beauty.

In fact, I tried to create a comic character like Xiao He, and like Cang Ling in the past, I failed.

Why did it fail?If Cang Ling is disillusioned, is it because Xiao He is not good at his style?

"You came here to trouble her. It seems that you didn't realize that there is a shortcut around you that can handle this matter better."

It was a long time later that I understood what Xiao He meant.