Chapter 13

That night, five women enjoyed a barbecue by the pool in the backyard of Xiliang demon village.

Although XiMenqing can maintain his body function by only sucking blood, his sense of taste is still there. It's OK to simply enjoy delicious food.

She lay comfortably on the couch, bathed in the moonlight, holding red wine in one hand, barbecue in the other, and took a bite: "this is life ~"

Song Yunwu suddenly came over with two kebabs: "you're almost finished. Ah, here's another one."

Simon Qing opened his mouth wide, and the barbecue fell into the middle of the valley without paying attention: "Hey, hey, fake? How can the charterer be so gentle? Shang, which monster are you!"

"Monster, your head! Do you owe it?"

After being fierce, Ximen Qing was relieved. She took the barbecue and said, "what, it's me. It's me. Come on, nothing to be considerate. What's your calculation?"

Song Yunwu sat down and said to her, "now that the diffuse exhibition is over, it's time for me to draw the next work, but I'm not sure about the theme. Didn't you say you wanted to cooperate with me to draw comics last time? What's your idea?"

"Oh, the new cartoon, it's simple," Simon Qing said, "but this time you have to draw a formal cartoon to contribute. You're always making friends with people. When is it?"

"Well... OK," Song Yunwu thought, "just recently, a publishing house in the city is engaged in activities, and the top three can get the serial qualification."

"What publishing house? How big is it? Is it 'weekly square'?"

Song Yunwu shook his head: "are you kidding? Weekly square is the largest comic magazine in Huaguo. Do you know how difficult it is to enter the rookie Grand Prix every quarter? I'm going to vote for 'weekly manyou' this time."

"What's that? I haven't heard of it."

"Of course you haven't heard of it," Song Yunwu said. "This is a new magazine just opened by the publishing house of the fashion magazine 'weekly edge' at the beginning of the year. At present, the average sales volume of a single book is about 10000."

"Weekly edge? What's that?" Simon Qing continued.

Although he was surprised that XiMenqing didn't even know the best fashion magazine in the city, song Yunwu was not interested in popular science: "that's not the point. In short, I want to contribute to 'weekly manyou'. Give me a script and I'll do it myself."

"What are the requirements?"

"No specific requirements... As long as you don't be too small, you can go all year round."

"OK, I'll give it to you tomorrow." Simon Qing has too many ideas in his mind, but he can't take them indiscriminately. After all, song Yunwu is still a newcomer and needs to choose.

Originally, she thought the topic would end here. As a result, song Yunwu suddenly said, "in fact, there is another thing."

"What else?" Simon was a little wary. She didn't remember stealing her tomatoes last night, did she?

"It's my pseudonym," Song Yun said. "I used to use the pseudonym 'dance song', but now that we have cooperated, we can't just use my name. Let's think about it together."

"Pseudonym..." Ximen Qing showed an agitated expression. "It's the most troublesome to name something. I'm most afraid of names. Otherwise, it's called Yacheng Mu Meng Ye de."

"What's that? Tooth... Tooth leaf?"

"It's meaningless. I made it up."

"You should be serious," Song Yunwu casually took Ximen's love cushion, "but the pseudonym will follow us all our life. If you get up so casually, you will regret it sooner or later!"

"How about this," Ximen Qing said, "you continue to use the 'dance song', and then I think of one randomly, and I can spell it with the 'x' symbol in the middle."

Song Yunwu thought it was a good idea: "what are you going to do?"

"'ximen senior official '! Or' call me an official '! How about it? Is it crazy to pull cool and blow up the sky?" Ximen shook his eyebrows and said proudly.

Song Yunwu turned his eyes: "I don't want to spell my pseudonym with that kind of thing. Would you be more serious? I think you steal my tomatoes all day. Just call it 'I eat tomatoes'."

"Ah! That's impossible! I like to add white sugar to tomatoes, so it should be 'I eat tomato sugar and three spoonfuls'."

"Stop! It's too long! Reject!"

……

The two people discussed and discussed. Finally, after various compromises, the pen name was finally determined as "Wuqing" and "X" was finally removed. The reason is that song Yunwu always thinks that XiMenqing laughs very obscene every time he mentions this symbol.

In Ximen Qing's words, this pseudonym is simply a model of simple lines.

On the other side, Qin Yuyao holding a red wine cup is chatting with damenzi.

To be exact, it should be Damon Zi who is nagging her.

"I heard I scared you last night? Oh, I'm sorry. It's easy to control how much wine I drink. I can't remember how many I sent. It's not intentional."

Qin Yuyao looked at the white coat she was still wearing outside her low cut dress and reminded her, "someone called you for surgery during the day. I told her you were asleep and she hung up. Doesn't it matter?"

"Oh, there's such a thing," Damon Zi seemed to remember. "I changed my shift with Dr. Lu, but it doesn't matter. Since I didn't call again, things shouldn't be so urgent."

"Really?" Qin Yuyao was curious about which hospital she worked in. She must not go to such an unreliable hospital in the future.

Damon Zi suddenly took out a playing card from the pocket of his white coat: "beauty, how about fighting the landlord?"

[such a monster really has no need to be afraid. Sure enough, I'd better continue to live for a while.]

……

The next day, Ximen Qing entered song Yunwu's room with his just finished script and first edition personal design.

"Oh, look."

"So fast!?" Song Yunwu was surprised. Unexpectedly, XiMenqing finished the script in one night.

She looked at it at once. She is looking forward to Simon Qing's amazing works.

"What is this? Red blood cells? White blood cells? And platelets?" after reading the script, song Yunwu was a little confused, not that the plot was too complicated, but too simple.

"Ximen Qing, you're dealing with people too much. There's no main line at all. It's just messy stories where you want to write! You can't make such a thing because you like to suck blood."

Song Yunwu was a little dissatisfied. She was expecting a good story. Now it's just the level of children's books.

Simon Qing said, "don't worry. The plot is really thin, but the point is not here. The most important thing in this cartoon is the design of people. You know what I mean? This is a work that gives full play to your advantages. As long as you draw platelets cute enough, everything else is secondary."