From White Box To Supervision

In the performance office where Zhang Beichuan is located, for the time being, there are only Zhang Beichuan and Miyamori Aoi, and the rest of them are coincidentally absent.

"It's delicious, woohoo." Zhang Beichuan stuffed a large piece of stewed meat into his mouth and swallowed it without any image.

Not only because Zhang Beichuan was hungry, but also because the bento was very delicious. Gong Senkui gave Zhang Bei a rice stew with only a little rice in it, but there was a lot of stewed meat, and it gradually became bigger and bigger. Bowl.

"what about the taste."

"Delicious!" Zhang Beichuan praised.

"As long as you like it." Aoi Miyamori said happily: "Because I don't know what kind of taste you like, so I made it according to my taste."

"Did you do this? Uh, cough." Zhang Beichuan was surprised. Because of this, he choked on the food in his mouth. He hurriedly picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip of water.

"You eat slowly."

"It's amazing, but it's really delicious, very delicious, better than any bento I've ever eaten."

Zhang Beichuan ate very cleanly, not a single grain of rice was left.

"It's okay...it's okay, anyway, I'm also training cooking at home in my spare time recently. If you want to eat, I can bring you some test items I made every day, and I can also help me taste the craft. "Miyamori Aoi chuckled.

"Really? Thank you very much." Zhang Beichuan's eyes widened.

"fine."

"You eat first, I'll go out first."

After Miyamori Aoi finished speaking, she took small steps and ran away.

The bento, the bento that Miaosen makes every day, Zhang Beichuan sat on the chair dumbfounded and couldn't help jumping off the chair excitedly, cheering with both hands, laughing like a vector uncle.

He was really happy,

He took out his hand and called Kinoshita Anxiety.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Youxin, I'm happy today, and I'll invite guests out for dinner tonight."

"Isn't it? You want to treat someone who is so rude? No, no, I have to call Huang Chengxi over. It's over, it's over, the world has changed too much." Kinoshita worried and let out a strange scream.

"What's your attitude? You are mocking me when I treat you."

"No, absolutely not." Kinoshita Yuxin laughed.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, let Cheng Xi come by the tram at the old place at night."

"OK."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Beichuan cheered again, but what he didn't expect was that outside the door, Miyamori Kui, who had just left the door, could clearly hear Zhang Beichuan's strange cry.

"Are you so excited?" Miyamori Aoi blushed and muttered to herself, then walked away.

"Cough, don't get too excited, isn't it just a bento, am I the kind of person who has never eaten a bento? I eat it every day in District 11, so be graceful, graceful, and hold back."

"Fuck your demeanor!"

Zhang Beichuan calmed down his excitement secretly, but...

It was useless, he could even hear the thumping heartbeat.

Although this is a bit embarrassing, at first glance, he has never been in love, but there is no way, Zhang Beichuan is really excited, and he has never been in love.

After he calmed down, Zhang Beichuan calmed down and checked the drawing.

"It's very good, Yasuhara Ema's strength has grown to this level." Zhang Beichuan first looked at Yasuhara Ema's original paintings. Compared with last year's, her original painting level has not improved a little bit.

Someone may have asked, I draw original paintings in Musashino every day, practice makes perfect, who can't improve quickly!

However, for something like original painting, after a certain amount of accumulation, the improvement is very limited, because the level of original painting still depends on the understanding of the movement of objects and characters, and a person's talent will occupy a large part, which is also very few top original artists. s reason.

Most of them stay at a certain level, and no matter how much they draw, they may not catch up with people with high talent.

"Hey, this is... drawn by Ai Kunogi's rookie painter, here it is." Zhang Beichuan saw the error, but it was not a technical error, but a problem of understanding.

It can be seen that she is very attentive. It can be seen from the painting that she is drawing the original painting of the sad scene in the fighter plane when the protagonist Alia learned that she was betrayed by a very good friend and led herself into the trap.

The expression she drew of Alia was very sad, and the details were also very good, but this was the mistake.

The protagonist, Alia, is a pink-haired girl with three no-ones. Whether it's the character design or the plot, she can't be drawn with such a sad expression. If she were drawn like this, the performance of the first two episodes would be abrupt and a little stiff.

This can't be expressed with expressions, it can only be expressed with eyes.

Zhang Beichuan put the original painting aside and continued to check the subsequent original painting. It took more than an hour to complete the inspection task.

He called Ando Tsubaki.

"Ando, ​​these are the number of cards that need to be reworked. Please send them to the painting department. I have already written the request for rework."

"OK, Beichuan-senpai, don't worry, leave it to me~www.readwn.com~ By the way, Ando, ​​I've been busy recently, so I don't know how Mr. Hiraoka's production of the first episode is going on recently."

"Well, his personality is very cold, and we can't talk about it, but he seems to always be late to the morning meeting of Senior Miyamori, and he always doesn't listen to Senior Miyamori's orders, but Senior Miyamori can't bear to say it. He, this also caused him to become less and less obedient to Miyamori-senpai."

"I see." Zhang Beichuan frowned slightly: "Ando, ​​thank you."

"It's okay, Beichuan-senpai."

Zhang Beichuan knew that Daisuke Hiraoka used to be Erika Yano's classmate at the same time. He knew her and had a longer career in the industry than she did with Aoi Miyamori.

"Pinggang, let's wait and see first, I hope Miao Sen can handle it by himself."

Aoi Miyamori is not just starting production now, but coordinating the production management of one party. If the people under her command don't even listen, it will have a bad impact.

Shaking his head, Zhang Beichuan stopped thinking about it, and started to draw the original painting. This part of the original painting was very difficult, far exceeding what Zhang Beichuan had drawn before, so he had to use the help of inspiration space.

Inside, he can freely watch the details of the simulated real fighter taking off and flying, and watch the drawing.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, it was the first time that Zhang Beichuan left work so early because he was going to the evening party.

"It's hard work, Beichuan-kun, see you tomorrow." Nakahara Jin said from his seat.

"Mr. Nakahara, see you tomorrow."

It is worth mentioning that Zhang Beichuan's current workplace has been changed to here, and the room here is full of performances and supervision.

Walking out of Musashino, Zhang Beichuan planned to go by bicycle because the distance was not too far.

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