Rebirth of the Father of Anime

　　 "No, no! I am not what time."

　　 He Chen quickly denied it. He had a hunch. Once he admitted, it seemed that something terrible would happen. After thinking about it, his reputation didn't seem to be so big that he dared to report it, so he admitted frankly.

　　 "Well, tell you, I'm actually a porter."

　　 "……"

　　 Yi Jing's was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

　　 "Hahaha, I am so ridiculous, you dare to say that you are a porter!"

　　 smiled and looked at He Chen contemptuously: "Did you see that I like his comics and pretend to be a great god? Humph, I have seen a lot of this kind of tricks! I ran into three professed porter gods last week!"

　　 Yi Jing's eyed He Chen up and down, and curled her lips disdainfully: "Just by your appearance, tsk tsk, let's go home and put on makeup!"

　　 He Chen was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that he would be impersonated. This surprised him with a hint of surprise.

Then he took a look at himself. Although he was not luxurious, he was neat and tidy. He touched his face. Although he was not narcissistic, he felt that his appearance was okay, not comparable to those idol celebrities. .

　　 "...I'm really a porter!"

　　Ming Mingbao posted his ID, but others don’t believe it. Is there anything more sad than this?

　　 "Huh! The great porter can create such a good story and draw such a cute pet. He must be a man with a story who pursues his dreams and is full of artistic flavor!"

　　 Yi Jing'ao held her hands in front of her chest, and described her dream "porter" to Hechen.

　　 "You guy, you don't have the same hair, how can you create such a wonderful story?"

　　 I'm sorry for not being artistic!

　　 He Chen slandered in his heart. Although he copied these comics from the system, he had also seen those comic artists in the previous life, and he didn't feel any special aura from those people.

　　 So, fantasy is full, reality is skinny.

　　 Yi Jing's eyes rolled, and she suddenly said, "Unless, you have evidence to prove that you are a porter!"

　　Proof?

　　 Yi Jing's pushes the computer to He Chen. She has logged out of her account, and then points to the login above to signal He Chen. The bright eyes hit He Chen like a searchlight, and even the sunglasses couldn't hide it.

　　The best way to prove your identity is to log in to the Dmfun account. The IDs here are unique and cannot be repeated. Once you log in, you can see the ID at a glance.

　　 But this is the easiest way, but He Chen can't do it.

　　 "Sorry, I can't log in with this. The account is restricted to only a few computers. Any other computer can't log in even if I know the password."

　　 He Chen’s account is very important. It has the highest authority of Dmfun, and there is also a comic account that earns hundreds of thousands of dollars a day in the background.

　　 If it is stolen, it will be a big trouble, so Luo Hao made special security measures for He Chen's account.

　　 Yi Jing's chuckled, as if she had expected it a long time ago: "Huh! It's all stinky men. This kind of excuse is already rotten on the street. Wouldn't it be something new?"

　　 "Can't log in, but I can draw!"

　　 As long as you draw it, you should be able to prove your identity.

　　 But Yi Jing's still doesn't take this set: "Creating is difficult, but imitation is too easy. I have seen two people copy the paintings of the Great God."

　　 "None of this works?! What about the story? I know the plot behind it. No one else will know this!"

"Hehe, the next story can be inferred by inference. And if it is a very long story afterwards, only the porter **** alone in the world knows. If you got it right, you can't prove it now; if you got it wrong, you I ran away a long time ago, and it has no effect on you."

　　 Big **** and brainlessness is indeed correct.

　　 Yi Jing's chest is flat and her brain is extremely flexible, and she can recognize the problem as soon as she hears it.

　　 Now He Chen has no way to prove his identity...

　　Hey, something seems to be wrong, why does he have to prove his identity?

　　 He Chen thought for a long time and suddenly realized that she didn’t seem to have to prove that she was a porter. What if she misunderstood what time she was?

　　 Thinking of this, my heart no longer tangled.

　　 "Well, I can't prove it, just treat me as not a porter."

　　 "...Then what time are you?!" Yi Jing's voice said viciously again, as if all the dialogue had returned to the original point.

　　 He Chen looked at her lazily: "Whatever you want, even if I am, what do you want?"

"you……"

　　 Yi Jing's just wanted to go crazy, she was choked by He Chen.

　　Think about it carefully, she just hates a few points to say that "Digimon" is better than "Pokemon", and wants to correct his misconceptions.

　　 "Huh! The ugly pet of "Digimon" is not as good as "Pokemon"!"

　　 "Well, these two can't tell which one is better. If you insist, you can only say that each has its own characteristics."

　　 He Chen expounded his views for him, not as an author, but as a reader.

"The story of "Pokemon" is single, the main line is clear, it is humorous and funny, and the pets are also as cute as possible, and the overall rhythm is very bright. Although the theme of "Digimon" is the same, it is compared with the aerial land of Pokémon. , Belongs to the selection of crossing the stream, and brings a sense of insight far beyond "Pokemon". It is a funny blood stream, and there are battles at the beginning, and the plot is ups and downs, which is easier to arouse the passion of readers."

　　 Hearing He Chen’s analysis, Yi Jing’s heart made a comparison, isn’t it?

　　 Although she doesn't like the ferocious pets in "Digimon", she can't help worrying about the monsters attacked by monsters at the beginning of the scene when she sees those children being selected to that world.

"I can't tell, you guys know how to say it!" Yi Jing's raised her chin, sniffed, and said to He Chen, "Then can you analyze why the great **** didn't use "Pokemon" in such a story Draw it? Instead, open another one?"

　　 He Chen thought for a while, and said affirmatively: "Painting style!"

　　 "Painting style? What?"

　　 He Chen is the only one who speaks comics all over the world, so the concept of painting style is still unknown.

"The style of painting, as the name suggests, is the style of painting!" He Chen said, "Different stories, different characters, and styles should be consistent with them. Just like the facial makeup in comedy, all kinds of facial makeup represent Various personalities."

　　 Yi Jing'ao nodded, saying that, she understood instantly.

　　 "If "Pokemon" is more humorous and relaxed, you can't use a repressive style, so what you see is these cute Pokémon now, even the caterpillars, are very beautiful!"

"Because to express battle and rescue, you must use a slightly depressed style to make those pets look more wild and powerful, and the style of "Pokemon" is not suitable for this, so "Digimon" appeared. "."

Seeing Yi Jing's seemingly understanding but not understanding, He Chen said again: "Have you read the novel? Just like in the novel, the enemy must be written as heinous, so that the fight will more arouse readers to share the hatred of the enemy and overcome them. After that, it will be more refreshing... Just like the person who pestered you just now, it is not a good thing at first sight!"

　　 Yi Jing's eyes lit up, looked at the man next to Luo Hao, and then nodded vigorously to He Chen.

　　 The man saw Yi Jing's look at him, just about to show a self-confessed elegant smile, he saw Yi Jing's turn to nod to He Chen, his smile froze on his face, and he cast a sullen look at He Chen.

　　 Checked the time, the plane was about to arrive in Yanjing.

He Chen asked for paper and pen from the stewardess, and Yi Jing’s said, “Finally, do you want my signature? Humph, I didn’t want to sign you this guy at first, but it seems that you like comics so much and you told me With so many things from me, I will be merciful and give you an autograph! After all, what do you want me to write? If it is too trivial, I won't write it!"

　　 Yi Jing'ao stretched out her hand and was about to take the paper and pen, but He Chen stepped away and gave her a blank look.

　　 "Who wants your little star's autograph!"

　　 Yi Jing'ao, as if she couldn't believe it, pointed to her nose and said in surprise: "Me, little star?"

　　 He Chen glanced at her chest without leaving a trace and nodded: "'Little' star!"

　　 "Go to hell! I tell you, my mother, you don't want my autograph in the future!" Yi Jing's was furious.

　　 He Chen ignored Yi Jing's and quickly sketched two faces on paper with the sketching ability bestowed on him by the system.

　　 A soft line, sweet and lovely, like an angel.

　　 A sturdy line, full of heroic spirit, like a queen.

　　 It is all the same person, but two temperaments are drawn.

After finishing painting, He Chen thought for a while, and left his signature "He Chen" underneath, and then handed the paper to Yi Jing's ~www.readwn.com~Yi Jing's became angry, but looked at the paper. The gradually plumped lines, anger turned into curiosity, and finally turned into shock.

　　 She saw it for the first time, and someone could paint a person's painting, just a little change in the weight and style of the brush, and the temperament changed instantly. .

　　 Is this the essence of painting style?

"give me?"

　　 "For the sake of ‘fate’, I’ll give it to you...no? I just threw it away!"

"Eh!"

　　 He Chen pretended to be rubbed off, Yi Jing hurriedly stood up to take it, almost leaping into He Chen's arms.

　　 "For the first time, I think that such a simple sketch is better than an artistic photo... It is the two words below, which is too annoying! Hey, you are still a big star, who is rare for your broken autographs!"

　　 He Chen touched his nose, and the news about the landing had already sounded on the radio. He smiled and said, "It's drawn with a pencil. If you don't like it, erase it."

　　 "Huh! I must wipe it off! I want to write my name!"

　　 Yi Jing's gently sandwiched the painting in her bag, and said to He Chen Jiao.

　　 The plane landed and everyone was ready to disembark.

　　 Yi Jing'ao suddenly said to He Chen: "Are you really a porter?" His eyes were hopeful.

　　 "So what? Anyway, you don't believe it anyway."

　　 He Chen smiled slightly.

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