I am the father of the devil king?

"Why don't you go to the studio recently?"

I didn't expect Cang Ling to be the first person to ask this question.

I looked at him for a long time in a daze.

"Stupid."

This ridicule completely returned my sanity.

"It's almost the end of the term, can't you do better in the exam?" I found a decent reason.

"Really?" I felt that there was disbelief in his rhetorical question. "If something is stolen, the thief should be punished, not the owner who blames himself."

He...is he trying to comfort me?

Before the relationship turned sour, he would force me to accompany him on morning runs.

Sometimes it takes me to unexpected places.

Bars, amusement parks, artificial ski resorts...

This time he dragged me to the studio.

Nan Jia was packing her things, when she saw me waiting for me viciously: "I underestimated you, I admit it!"

Later, I checked online, and she was completely banned by the comics industry.

And she voluntarily dropped out of Xingde.

What did Cang Ling do?How did he do it?

His level of means is undoubtedly beyond my imagination, you know, he can block all my relationships with the opposite sex, what a terrible man he is!

"What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking you're an asshole!"

"Hehe." He didn't care about what I scolded him, but instead threw a question that scared me. "Do you want to consider trying to be a 'cartoon artist'? After all, the people who stole your work have succeeded..."

When I was young, I liked to draw and was often praised. Sometimes it was regarded as a talent and became the capital for adults to show off, but no one had ever said the word "becoming a cartoonist" before.

My heart moved.

However, I didn't think too much about the meaning behind Cangling's words. He told me later that according to his research, many cartoonists can't even sleep, so if I succeed, I will naturally have no energy to chase girls.

This person is indeed a jerk!

Instantly thought he was handsome or something, he was really blind!blindness!

However, the submissions before the final exam fell into the sea, and the exam results also had several low-level flights. In short, the winter vacation was ushered in.

go home directly?work to earn a living?Continue to create?

I looked at Cangling who had nowhere to go, and chose the last one for my winter vacation plan.

I called my grandpa and said that I would take tutoring at school during the winter vacation, and I got his full support. However, the school has long been empty, so there is no cram school.

Xiao He sent the address of the new studio for the winter vacation, but I didn't go.

In an age of Internet prosperity, I'm still sending works to old paper manga agencies, simply because I like their past works.

I understand that under the impact of the Internet, the paper media is already in jeopardy. In fact, many comic agencies with old qualifications have begun to transform to the Internet.

But I hate fast food culture. I will forget about it tomorrow after reading it today. This kind of creation can fill the author's stomach, but what about the emptiness in my heart?

It is probably because I am still young and have not yet reached the point where I have to support myself by myself.

It's not that I haven't studied the popular fast-food comics. Sometimes I can see two intimate figures under the tree in the studio, which are very similar to the epitome of those stories.

Xiao He was standing next to me that day, and he told me that they were a couple.

"Lover? They're all men!" I vaguely knew it, so the surprise I said was a bit of an act of foolishness.

"It was very common in boys' schools in the past. By the way, you are relatively slow."

After he reminded me, I vaguely remembered something. "Then you and my former deskmate...?"

"No, we're just good friends we've known since childhood. I only like women." Xiao He said this very seriously.

I don't know what I'm missing.

Me, Cangling, maybe Xiaohe, maybe Wanxi...we are all lonely.

When loneliness makes me try to get close to someone, the truth often pushes me and pushes me out.

I don't think I can create "Dan Mei Xiang" well, because I don't understand the logic of love in it.

After taking a shower, Cang Ling took the comic book from my hand.

"You want to study this? I can help you." He slowly approached me, his pretty face was very close to me, I thought the juice I drank just now might be a little alcoholic, otherwise why did I feel a little dizzy?

Although every time I meet him like this, I feel a little dizzy.

Some people are just born helpless with certain people.

This is how I treat Cang Ling.

"But I think you should still believe in yourself."

I looked at Cangling, I had to look at him, I had nowhere else to look but him.

Sometimes I wonder, what do I mean to him?

He treats me good and bad, indifferent, I think he will be troubled, melancholy...and joy, sour and sweet joy.

When he took me to the beach, when he took me for a morning jog, when he blatantly took the food I cooked...

At this moment, he looked at me, his eyes were much darker than usual, his breath hit my nostrils, and his palms suddenly covered my eyes.

There is a sound hitting my periosteum.

Oh, it seems to be the sound of my heartbeat.

The next second soft touch brushed my lips, and then the blinding light.

When I recovered, he was gone.

A few days later, Cang Ling took me to buy a formal suit and went to a hotel.

My face was a little unnaturally red, I hope he didn't notice.

It turned out that I was completely overthinking and thinking crookedly.

There was a middle-aged man waiting at the entrance of the lobby, he came over to say hello, Cang Ling introduced to me: "This is Mr. Mu, the executive editor of 'Youth Chronicle'."

I was stunned and took the business card handed over by the other party. The company name on it really overlapped with what I had imagined.

Although it is an old-fashioned paper manga club, it will still launch new products as a test of the market. This is the case with "Shounenzhi", which was launched on the market three months ago.

I didn't know what was going on until I entered the lobby. I actually participated in the company's annual meeting that I dreamed of!

It was filled with all kinds of best-selling vertical paintings, and the whole venue was comparable to an offline signing event. There were ordinary people in formal clothes, and there were also cosplayers into various Two-dimensional.

Teacher Mu introduced us along the way, and when I heard those familiar cartoonists, I felt unrealistic as if I was stepping on the clouds.

In the end we settled for a corner seat.

Teacher Mu said a lot of realistic and professional things, which I can't get in.

They have seen the works I sent, but those are not enough to attract them.Do I really have the consciousness to become a cartoonist, and whether I can abandon the normal life.If I want to, whether to be an assistant to some professional cartoonists, it may be tiring, the salary is low, and I have to be scolded.

"I do!"

Teacher Mu nodded, exchanged contact information with me, and asked me to wait for the notification.He still has something to do, and he left after we were polite.

I exhale, still a little dizzy.

I know that if it wasn't for Cang Ling, I would never have such an opportunity.

"Thank you."

I even began to wonder if he was an alien, as if nothing in this world could trouble him.

He is so good-looking that people always look at him at the venue. He sits there gracefully, like a famous painting of great value.

His long eyelashes moved, and he finally spoke.

"Don't underestimate this man, he has a lot of background in this company. I think the manga assistant may be more helpful to you than the studio."

It turned out that what Cang Ling said was correct, and Mr. Mu was promoted from the water test magazine to the editor-in-chief of the main magazine a few years later.

Cang Ling can always see far away, which is a talent that ordinary people do not have.