Cartoonist Code

But the script is different from the script. The script is only a general direction and process.

For some variety shows, he will have a more specific script, which can also be called a script.

The variety show that Dongfang Ming participated in has no script, only the script. There is nothing in his script, so he will answer the host's question about animation.

Today's protagonist is still the star, and it has nothing to do with him as a cartoonist.

It was originally like this, but after the program team released a few videos about the stereotype of the dead house, Dongfang Ming was not happy.

If it weren't for this show, Dongfang Ming would have turned into a Za'an to hunt horses.

Especially the host's words made Dongfang Ming even more speechless. .

"Are you cartoonists like this too?", "Is the style of people watching cartoons so childish, uh, chic", "This heroine is so ugly", "People should live more realistically, adults shouldn't Addicted to cartoons. Games can understand, but cartoons can’t.”

Dongfang Ming had Sima's face the whole time, and he was too lazy to answer the host's question.

In a show, there are six hosts, not all of them say this, but two with cerebral palsy.

The other hosts felt that this was disrespectful to Dongfang Ming, and my aunt's friends also persuaded him, but the man's hilarious apology got through, and it didn't take long for him to get angry again.

That's why I hate dealing with humans.

Dongfang Ming sighed in his heart, wondering what kind of unscrupulous editing it would be to appear on TV after the show ended. Even if there are no contradictions, these variety shows will create contradictions.

Fortunately, he quietly turned on his mobile phone to record. If the program was not well edited and he was slandered, then he would take out the recording.

He is not afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice. As a warrior of love, he knows that human malice is unpredictable.

To be honest, neither Dongfang Ming nor my aunt's sisters would have thought of attracting stars. The latter is looking forward to a show full of house atmosphere.

I didn't expect the show crew to do such a thing.

"I'm sorry, white cat... Sir, I'm sorry for such a thing, so let me pay for your flight back. This is the compensation I can think of at the moment, and I will find a way to compensate you later. Xiaoqing that I'll explain later, I'm really sorry."

After recording the program, Dongfang Ming really couldn't be angry with such a sincere apology. He knew that this time it had nothing to do with his aunt's sisters.

What's more, this one invited him to a sumptuous meal after the end.

"You don't need to add Mr. Ming, just call me Xiaoming." Dongfang Ming smiled and said in relief, "Sister An, you don't need to apologize, I know you didn't expect it."

Sister An is the host's name. She is also in her thirties and is the host of this show.

This time, it was not her intention to invite Bai Mao, but her boss knew that she knew the president of Wenfang Club and hoped that the president of Wenfang Club would invite Bai Mao.

It's hard to refuse the boss's order, not to mention that when the white cat was invited, the program team didn't even think about inviting other people. The show was a special show for the white cat.

After the white cat was invited, the traffic star did not know why he joined it.

What is not available is always in turmoil, and those who are favored are fearless.

Maybe they thought they were favored after inviting the white cat.

"I'm really sorry."

Before leaving the hotel, Sister An apologized to him again.

"It's alright, I'm not the right person. It's good that Sister An has a host."

Dongfang Ming waved his hand and walked towards the hotel.

I was muttering in my heart.

The right thing is not the right person, the stinky idiot, the stupid idiot show group, and the two idiot hosts with cerebral palsy.

By the way, so does the traffic star who greeted him in the background and ignored him.

After greeting him three times, he ignored him, and the people in the backstage couldn't help laughing, which made him embarrassed to death.

The only conversation was the interaction during the show. I laughed with the host, and I was Sima Lian with him. I really didn't know how to be a human being.

The program team seems to be abnormal. It seems that they only know that he is a well-known cartoonist in Japan, but they don't know that he is actually a second-generation official. To be honest, it is very confusing. His identity was dug up by netizens, but the Internet memory is just like that. In front of the warriors of love, his real identity was quickly forgotten.

Fortunately, it was finally over, and he didn't have to go out when he returned to the apartment.

"Finally it's okay, it's really great!"

A week later, Huifu accompanied Dongfang Ming, who had accompanied his grandparents for a few days, on the plane back to China.

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"Ah, this is Tokyo. The air in Tokyo is really...is it no different from the domestic one, isn't the moon so round?"

After getting off the plane, Dongfang Ming sniffed the air in Japan. He has never been to the United States, so he doesn't know whether the air in the United States is sweet or not, and whether the moon is particularly round, but living in Japan, he can say that this place is not much different from China.

There are also dirty streets here, so big to go home, Dongfang Ming has seen garbage in the square.

No one came to pick him up at the airport. Rich and self-willed, he called a taxi home. When he returned to China, he had a small suitcase, and when he came to Japan, he packed a small bag.

Grandma stuffed him with too much food, all the delicious food made by grandma, so he brought more things when he came than when he went.

In the car, Dongfang Ming was swiping the news on his mobile phone. Usually, he did not read what the news said, but what the sand sculpture netizens said.

Everyone in the comment area is talented, and they speak nicely.

Rarely, he saw a report about him on the Internet, and the editor's name was related to anime. The editor with such a name is generally biased towards him, which is different from the group of editors who look down on anime and report on Star Entertainment.

An article is more pertinent, about how he, a rookie cartoonist, got to where he is today.

It's about his hard work, talent, and hard work.

Dongfang Ming knows that it is actually a plug-in, a golden finger, a modifier, and an effort.

"Let me see what amazing remarks sand sculpture netizens can make."

Dongfang Ming turned to the comment area, but the comments in the comment area made his smile freeze.

"Can you write a little bit more carefully? You can do it this way."

"Love you, XX!"

"Isn't this the one who drew my brother's popularity? Eat melon.jpg"

"I haven't heard of it, it should be a cartoonist on the street, I don't know why I am on the same stage with my brother."

"The family has money to take the heat. I don't know which family is so rich to take my brother's heat."

"It's just the dog of the company behind it, or my brother."