Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
The illustrations for ‘There’s a Spirit Underground’, ng Fan had drawn very well with a high level of skill and execution, making them better than the illustrations he had done for ‘Rampage and Repair the world’.
To the netizens that ca for Mr.Sleepy, ng Fan had satisfied their expectations, even drawing one that had exceeded their expectations.
When it ca to adapting novels, regardless of manga adaptation or video, these kinds of content will always stir up controversy and attract disses from the viewers. Comparably, manga adaptations were treated a bit better, as video adaptations usually got downvoted into oblivion.
Even so, the expectations for a manga adaptation were very hard to reach, because once the texts provided too much space for imagination, the visualizations will always turn out different. ng Fan’s illustrations didn’t count as manga adaptations of course, but it was very close. From a certain point of view, it was more difficult than regular adaptations as he didn’t have the coherence of the plot to base off.
When ng Fan completed his first five illustrations, fans of the book imdiately took screenshots and began sending them to their friend groups, rushing to tell and share.
Mr.Sleepy, who was not proactively updating his chapters but proactive in other activities, was extraordinarily proactive when it ca to this matter. He sent a WeChat ssage to ng Fan after his stream had ended, asking for ng Fan to send him the five manuscripts he’d done on stream, imdiately selecting two and posting them to his public profile. Additionally, he sent a hehe and made another post telling his fans to look at the images on his public handle.
Even this was not enough, as he then posted the images to his WeChat monts and WeiBo, and considered for a minute before showing them off on the network writers’ association ‘LongKong forum’. He couldn’t forget the writers’ chat rooms either.
“MotherF**ker you have this much ti why can’t you update another chapter?”
“You have enough ti to watch a stream but not enough to write so words!”
“You said your eyes were hurting! They hurt from looking at words but not at images, is that it?”
After chuckling, he accepted the wave of complaints. Mr.Sleepy opened the Word doc and entered:”Chapter xxx” before getting up to make a cup of coffee. He then sat down without looking at his keyboard and uncontrollably opened WeiBo. He scrolled and scrolled until he reached a link to an old zombie film by Lin Zheng Ying, then uncontrollably clicked into it and attentively began to watch.
At the end of the joyful movie, the clock was nearing midnight. Mr.Sleepy sighed regretfully and clicked the close button to the left of his word doc. He’d finally corrected his work schedule and couldn’t ruin it now. Guess writing will have to wait until tomorrow; a ‘healthy body was key to revolution,’ after all.
He’d just laid down when his WeChat began to buzz nonstop. He had been pulled into a new WeChat group by his night owl author friends.
“Sleepyhead, what’s the deal with your illustrations?”
“Where did you find your artist?”
“After looking at the illustrations you posted then back at my own, I want to die!”
“How much are you paying? It’s got to be at least five hundred for one drawing right?
“Five hundred minimum right? I found a guy for three hundred per drawing and he often delays his submissions; his update rate is even worse than you!”
“I’ve seen Mr.Sleepy’s books, the illustrations that you sent are completely recognizable to your na! As for the artists I found… Hehe, if you didn’t say what book their art was from you’d never guess, but if you did say it was from a novel it’d be right because they’re way too ordinary!”
Mr.Sleepy looked at the barrage of ssages, letting out a chuckle, and sat up.
…
ng Fan had painted twelve illustrations for ‘There’s a Spirit Underground’, as it was good to give so discounts during their first ti doing business. Of course, it was also because ng Fan could illustrate it with ease, incorporating a lot of small details and quirks into his scenes, and even adding so easter eggs in small corners. It wasn’t that he was hardworking but way too familiar with the work.
There weren’t any classes in the afternoon, so before 10 am, ng Fan had sent the remaining seven drafts to Mr.Sleepy. Around one in the afternoon, Mr. S had just woken up. Once he received the ssage, he imdiately responded to ng Fan. “Bro, your art is too much! Thank you, thank you!
“By the way, a few of my colleagues were asking about illustrations yesterday, they want you to draw for them. Do you still have ti? As for the price, they have suggested themselves, as long as the quality doesn’t go down, they are willing to increase it.
“FlatHeadBro told already, you’re worried the books are too long and you can’t read them in ti, so I spent a long while last night selecting so suitable ones for you. They’re all fairly short, and the authors pay a lot.” As he spoke he sent a few novels over.
“Take a look, if you’re interested in any of them let know, I’ll send you the author’s WeChat contact info to you.”
Yup, Mr.S was very proactive towards these things too.
“Okay, thank you.”
ng Fan was itching to ask why the hell he didn’t update his novel and went to do this sort of thing last night, but then stopped himself. It was better to diss him on his QiDian APP account.
Mr.S sent over three books, all of which had character counts between 500,000 and 800,000. They were all fantasy types, two of which the authors ng Fan was familiar with, and one ng Fan had not heard of but was also a god-tier author.
It made sense; if they weren’t god-level or near god-level authors, one, they wouldn’t have the number of public followers, two is they wouldn’t have the thought to consider illustrators, and three… They wouldn’t have the money; at least, the kind of money to freely spend 1500 a month on illustrations alone.
After adding all three books to his bookshelf, ng Fan did not read them imdiately, for the sa reason as before: He had ti to draw, but not enough to read as well.
Out of these three, ng Fan could only take on one at most, in the next few days at least. Perhaps once he finished the novels on hand, he could consider accepting another job.
Doing business for web novel illustrations, ng Fan was confident he could do it. High inco aside, the key was the high amount of followers coming to his stream, and it was a fixed flow of traffic too.
This would be a crucial boost for completing [Famous Strear].
Thinking of this, a person appeared in his mind. If he could find her, he could bring an unimaginable flow of viewers to his channel in just a short ti, but… Nevermind, it’s probably best to not bother her, who knew what conditions would await him.
He swept the devilish woman out of his thoughts and continued to read ‘The Supre Sword’.
“F**k, how co reading books doesn’t trigger a task?”
Half an hour later, ng Fan stretched his neck, which after the last few days of running had erged from being covered by his chin and the fat around it. From the task that had been triggered, he’d thought there would be at least one achievent that was related to reading books, but the system refused to unlock it for him. He’d been reading e-books as well as physical books. Could it be his posture was wrong?
Buzz.
His phone showed a notification from WeChat. He clicked into it, and his mouth jerked a bit.
He’d just been thinking about her when she decided to ssage him herself.
“Fan Fan, I’m in Hang city, I want to see you.”
“I don’t.”
ng Fan recalled their last unpleasant eting and decisively refused. He didn’t mind that they had to sneakily et, nor did he mind that it took him an hour of commute to et up for 15 minutes, but when she had put wasabi in the food he loved the most, that was the bottom line!
“You are so unwilling to see , maybe you’ll want to see…”
She sent a photo ssage.
“I asked my friends to bring them from Nippon, they’re all souvenirs from the Shonen Jump fifteen-year anniversary event; two big boxes.”
“Gim your address, I’ll be there soon.”
ng Fan saw the photo and imdiately changed his attitude. At this point, it was impossible to move his giant mass and escape the teacher’s prying eyes. He could only fake an expression of pain, clutching his stomach and scurrying away.
Two and a half hours later, ng Fan’s taxi arrived downstairs of the dormitory. Zhang Zhou Wei who had co down after receiving his call was waiting for him to help carry the two heavy boxes into their room. Once they opened it, their screams rang through the first floor.
Zhang Zhou Wei cald his emotions and stared at ng Fan. “Fatty, your family got so coal or what?”
“My family not only has minerals…. mineral water, potato chips, jerky and spicy dough sticks!” ng Fan said as he sorted out the figures, special periodicals, out-of-print cards, posters, illustrations, single books, cups, T-shirts, signatures, and three original manuscripts and organized them around himself. He was in a great mood, even if he had been exploited by that woman.
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