Chapter 21

On Saturday, song Yunwu got out of the door in a rare early morning.

While everyone was still immersed in the weekend's sleep, she ran home excitedly and shouted, "come on! Come out, come out!"

"What are you doing?" Simon yawned. "Don't you know that destroying people's dreams is like killing their parents? Unless you compensate me with blood."

"Nonsense! Look what this is!"

XiMenqing looked carefully and found that song Yunwu was waving a thick magazine: "what is this?"

"What do you say?"

Seeing song Yunwu's silly smile, XiMenqing suddenly realized something: "this is... Our cartoon?"

"That's right!" Song Yunwu waved to her, "come down and have a look."

XiMenqing immediately went downstairs. At this time, Qin Yuyao and they were awakened one after another. Only Damon Zi didn't come out. She drank too much last night.

Song Yunwu went upstairs and dragged her out of bed.

The family gathered around the table and looked at the thick magazine in the center.

"I'm going to open it..." like a ceremony, song Yunwu first opened the directory, and then turned to the page where their comics were based on the page number.

Working cell, Original: dance.

The colorful title page came out the night after Song Yunwu signed the contract, and then the formal content.

Mars square is a semimonthly magazine, about 300 pages. There are 18 works in total. Some of them are more than ten pages, and some are 30 pages like working cell. The former is mostly the works of colleagues and fans, while the latter is a serious original.

Seeing his cartoon printed into a magazine, song Yunwu was moved to tears. Even if the paper is of poor quality, it still represents her success.

"Finally... I can finally hold my head up and tell others that I am a cartoonist!"

Song Yunwu also wanted to make some comments. As a result, he saw XiMenqing's hand stretched out.

"What are you doing?"

"The royalties," said Simon Qing, "you have to have 6000 yuan for this issue. The agreed price is fifty-five and 3000."

Song Yunwu's mood was momentarily interrupted. She slapped Simon Qing's hand: "you're really out of the eye of money!"

"No money, you suck blood for me?"

"6000 has to pay taxes! There are also the costs of drawing paper and ink. 3000 is impossible. You can get 2000 at most."

"Your cost is 2000?! well, it's better than nothing. 2000 can make a living." XiMenqing now sucks two bags of blood a day, 150cc each, with a total price of more than 300.

With 2000 yuan, she can have 13 more bags of blood, 26 bags twice a month. Although it's still not enough, it's improved.

"Hello, charterer, can you discuss with the publishing house how many pages to publish each month?" Simon asked with hope.

As a result, song Yunwu directly stared at her: "I don't need Kung Fu in painting? Do you think it's easy to publish 30 pages in half a month? How many more pages can you publish?"

"Tut -" Ximen was helpless and had to give up.

[alas, it's really a useless RBQ. If only I could have another one who can draw.] Ximen Qing knows very well that a painting genius like song Yunwu can't be found. Instead of looking for others to consume her only memories, she might as well look forward to song Yunwu's popularity and making a lot of money one day.

"I just don't know if this cartoon will be popular." Simon Qing was not so confident after being rejected once.

There are too many factors for a work to be popular. Even if it has become popular on another earth, everything in another world is still unknown.

……

Zheng Qiang, 35, is a primary school teacher.

Saturday is a holiday for students, but he has to correct his homework and prepare the teaching plan for next week.

"Ah - this guy, why does' when books come to use, they hate less' followed by 'money is not enough to spend by the end of the month'?"

"'painless' is written in front of 'stream of people'? What advertisements do you usually see? Hello?"

"Oh, my God, who taught this? Why do you think I'll tick you if I write 'teacher, you're so handsome'? Although I'm really handsome."

……

Being a teacher these days is not only a pain in the throat, but also a pain in the neck. Zheng Qiang has been a teacher for many years. He just thinks that the recent children are really more and more able to play. The primary school students ten years ago were very honest.

Just as he was breathing deeply and decompressing, the door suddenly opened and a small head peeped furtively at the door.

Zheng Qiang's eyelids jumped: "Zheng Zhun! Come in!"

"Ah!" there was a cry at the door, and then a little boy came in reluctantly. He put his hand behind his back as if he were hiding something.

"What are you hiding? Show me."

Just as the little boy wanted to argue, he immediately vented his anger when he saw Zheng Qiang's dignified eyes. He honestly took out the things.

Zheng Qiang recognized it as a comic magazine. He collects several books in class every month.

"Have you finished your homework?"

The little boy shook his head.

"Then do it," he took the magazine and put it aside. "Read it when you're done."

"Oh." the little boy Zheng Zhun immediately returned to his room obediently.

Zheng Qiang doesn't object to his son reading comics. All he can prevent is his son playing with things and losing his will.

After correcting for a while, he couldn't help leaning back on the sofa and rubbing his temples.

The teacher's job is too stressful. Just now a guy drew a QR code and asked him to scan the answer.

He took out his cell phone and wondered whether to try it. I caught a glimpse of the cartoon magazine just confiscated.

"Forget it, look at the magazine and relax."

This magazine is called Mars square. At the beginning, there are some derivative works of his peers that he can't understand. He simply keeps turning until he turns to the page he is interested in.

Zheng Qiang vowed that he would never stop when he saw a beautiful woman.

But this picture is really beautiful. It's completely different from those in front.

"Working cells? Where are cells?" he looked at it with curiosity.

"Alas? Are these people cells?"

"Lying trough! The floor exploded. It's just a rupture of the inner wall of the blood vessel?"

"Oh, this knife is really powerful. Is this white blood cell?"

"Is this... Platelet? It's so small and lovely. Alas, why did I have only one son?"

……

After reading a few pages, he probably understood the routine of this cartoon. Anthropomorphize the cells and use exaggerated techniques to show the process of a bacterial invasion.

Seeing the last place where Streptococcus pneumoniae was sneezed away, he subconsciously touched his nose: "I don't think there will be rockets here?"

He wanted to see it again, but found that there was no more below, but another serial cartoon.

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