Chapter 180 (1/2)

The time on campus is like a slow song.

When the lights were on, the noise fell silent.

The whole school teachers were called to hold a meeting, so the classes were almost laissez faire, which was called self-study.

However, the class hasn't come yet. What do you study?

So most of the students in the classroom are chatting and talking. Even monitor Li Chengcheng can't control the scene.

Yang Zili ignored sun Xiaoyu, pulled the two students in the front row and talked about the new game console in the game hall.

Wu Tao was absorbed in reading the book of industrial design.

Zhao Li was pulled by sun Xiaoyu and told each other her heart. Most of the time, sun Xiaoyu said, while Zhao Li listened.

Zhao Li didn't seem to share with sun Xiaoyu the things she met during the winter vacation.

In this way, after two classes, Zhao Li just got empty. She took out a delicate picture book from the drawer and pushed it to Wu Tao.

Wu Tao looked back, ”what is this?”

”Look, I just finished the first sentence, and I don't know if it's ok?” Zhao Li is both expecting and nervous.

Wu Tao couldn't help but be stunned. ”There are at least forty or fifty pages in the first sentence. Have you finished drawing so quickly?”

”Is that fast?” Zhao Li could not help rubbing her slender hand. In fact, she had drawn more than ten pages of the second story.

After flipping through the picture book, Wu Tao noticed a thick layer of calluses on Zhao Li's fingers.

The heart sighed: ”in fact, you don't have to spell like this. It's almost like drawing twenty or thirty pages a month.”

Feeling Wu Tao's concern, Zhao Li felt warm in her heart, but her mouth was still big: ”it doesn't matter. Sometimes when she draws, she can't stop at all. When my right hand is sour, I draw with my left hand. Now both hands are skilled... ”

Wu Tao grabbed each other's hands, didn't he? The first joint of the middle finger of the left hand and the right hand has worn out a cocoon. It's hard to touch and can't help but ache.

”What a spell! Don't do this again! ”

Wu Tao's voice was indisputable, but Zhao Li listened without anger and refutation, just with a sweet smile.

He held up the picture book, shook it, stuffed it into the drawer and said, ”I'll take it back later.”

When he returned to his home, Wu Tao opened Zhao Li's comic book for the first time.

Although there are some traces of Dayman on the human design, it integrates and enhances some Chinese classical elements, and immediately has the power of identification.

But in the plot of the story, the system of the function, is more perfect and reasonable, impeccable.

Zhao Li's brushwork expressive force is obviously more commercialized than the last impromptu work confession of a gentle scum, which makes it easier for people to have a sense of substitution and expectation.

Even Wu Tao, the story and the system setter, can't help watching it.

It can be seen that the attraction of this work is great.

If this level can be maintained, this work can fully carry greater expectations, such as the pioneering work of Guoman

After reading it, Wu Tao couldn't help being excited and dialed Wang Yongsheng directly.

The phone was soon connected. It seems that the other party didn't sleep.

”Mr. Wang, I can't wait when our comic club will open. There are works to be published!”

Wang Yongsheng's tone is also the boss's impoliteness. Through the communication these days, both the old and the young have found out each other's temperament.

”Hum, don't rush me. I have old arms and legs. I'm not idle during the new year. Is it easy for me?”

Wu Tao immediately softened and said, ”Hey, old Wang, how dare I? I'm wrong. I just met a good work. I'm a little worried. ”