Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Historical style with ghosts and creatures. This was the direction of the manga design that ng Fan had set initially, and it was also the direction that he excelled most at.
As for the plot… This was a problem that made ng Fan’s head ache.
Not to say that he didn’t have the slightest clue, but for these last few years, he had prepared tens of thousands words just regarding basic plots and settings alone.
Only, it was difficult to extract the important events and connect them together.
As for what the the was, ng Fan was also caught between several choices.
In a blink, it was ten o’clock.
Although the administrator did not rush him, ng Fan still obediently stood up.
On the way ho, he checked his phone. There were quite a lot of notifications from WeChat; ten of them being from Wu Tong, which tugged at ng Fan’s smile, urging him to open it.
They were all related to the Mou Dong APP’s charity event by the Xi Zi lake. As long as it was a photo, ng Fan was for sure to be in them. He was very easy to find.
There were also a few news dia Weibo links, which also included ng Fan.
There were even so articles focused on ng Fan.
Running the mini-marathon in 60 minutes and weighing in at 200 pounds, ng Fan had blown up amongst the sports circle in this APP.
“If Hu Ting Song gives you trouble, you have to tell .”
This was the only thing Wu Tong had sent that wasn’t a link.
ng Fan ignored her. He sent her a vain emoji. “I didn’t think I was this photogenic, haha!”
“￣へ￣ You’ve stread so many selfies. Do you still not know you’re photogenic?”
It didn’t matter what they talked about; what mattered was who he talked with.
ng Fan and Wu Tong chatted away as he humd a small tune on his way back. Passing by the small convenience store, he resisted the impulse to buy a bottle of iced cola.
He really had to lose so weight!
After all, being fat was an obstacle. Nevermind the rest, it was not good to have their hearts so distant when he was hugging soone.
It seed that the lengthy distance between their two hearts wasn’t caused by him alone. After all, Wu Tong had also created so distance…
F*ck! What are you thinking about!
He briskly walked toward his dormitory. His depression from the lack of iced cola was imdiately washed away by the moronic smiles of the three idiots.
After heading back to the dorm and taking a shower, Wu Tong responded to ng Fan’s previous ssages with a goodnight. ng Fan was happy, yet unwilling. They had finally entered the realm of casual chatting.
After ending his conversation with Wu Tong, he then took a look at the other WeChat notifications. He had received a few friend requests on his contact list.
He ignored so of the ones that didn’t have a caption. So of them had added the wrong person, and another portion just looked unhealthy at first glance.
Out of these, one of them had a proper caption. She was probably the senpai who was starting a manga that Qin Jiao had introduced to him earlier. He added her on Wechat to better facilitate their communication and more easily submit manuscripts.
Seeing this, he thought of Qin Jiao. ng Fan was speechless. How could she be just like his sisters, finding ways to troll him for her own entertainnt!
The next morning, ng Fan appeared on the track at five o’clock. He ward up and began running.
This ti, ng Fan didn’t ingest any sports drinks or energy chews. However, on the adrenaline of his 60-minute experience from yesterday, counting as competition experience, ng Fan’s result had increased significantly this ti around. The entire run, he managed to keep his speed under 7 minutes per kiloter. His final elapsed ti for the ten kiloters was 1 hour 09 minutes and 52 seconds!
This was a whole two minutes faster than his last morning run!
So far, ng Fan had already run 240 kiloters and was only 400 kiloters away from completing the next task phase. He would get 2 points of strength, in addition to the 160 kiloters of exercise. ng Fan felt it was possible to finish in under 60 minutes with these abilities.
Based on ng Fan’s current running frequency, it would only take him a week.
Thinking about it, he felt pretty badass!
“What are you thinking about?”
Wu Tong had finished her eight-kiloter run while ng Fan had just begun stretching. She headed over to stretch with him, conversing the entire ti.
It was a pleasant morning.
It was a Monday, and the October first break would start on Thursday. These few days, ng fan had scheduled more coursework for himself than usual.
Mr. Ma was the professor for the manga professional class. Mr. Ma excelled most at scriptwriting, and not only for manga but for animations as well. So far, he had participated in creating the storyline of over ten movies. When it ca to theoretical knowledge or practical ability, he was definitely a certified badass.
The only shortcoming of Mr. Ma was his aloofness. In other words, he talked a lot about useless things. It was a good day for him if he could even teach half a class worth of content in a full class period.
Another point was even more deadly to ng Fan, and that was because every ti comrade Ma spoke, ng Fan would feel himself falling asleep.
This was the reason why he had skipped so many of Mr. Ma’s classes in the past.
Ever since he had been caught by Mr. Ma, ng Fan had beco compliant. Not to ntion, after he had forced his spirit awake and listened to all the chatter that the comrade spewed, ng fan discovered there was actually so aningful content to his dry rattling.
But in any case, if he patiently listened, he would be able to reach the destination after so wrong turns. And as he navigated, he could discover so other scenery along the way as well.
Because he had decided to write a manga, ng Fan had paid extra attention to his morning class, learning quite a lot. Utilizing what comrade Ma had taught, ng Fan was able to connect the ideas and inspirations from his mos in his mind… Oh, but there were even more ideas now, with ng Fan still oscillating between them.
He had to make a decision!
After class, ng Fan caught up to comrade Ma and asked him so questions.
“What do you want to chat about that’s got you so worked up?”
After taking the teachings of Mr. Ma and returning to the dorm, Chen Da Qiang and Zhang Zhou Wei were busy surrounding Xing Ta Ge and listening to his clamor.
Wasn’t it usually Zhang Zhou Wei who had the role of the brazen mouth? Did it change to Xing Ta Ge today?
“Pidgeon is telling us he’s going to start a manga.” Zhang Zhou Wei was excited. “Campus style romance shoujo novel, yo. The contents are very shocking!”
“Pigeon wants to create a manga?”
ng Fan was stunned for a mont. Yesterday, Qin Jiao had said an older sister had wanted to start a manga, triggering his manga task. Today, he heard Pigeon announce he also wanted to create a manga. Although this was common in an art academy, it was quite strange for it both to occur around ng Fan.
And to top it off, it was Xing Ta Ge who wanted to do it!
This fella was probably the laziest one in the dorm, no, the entire class. He could procrastinate with his howork until it did not matter anymore. But here he was, taking the initiative to create a manga.
“Fatty you’re back. Co listen and give so suggestions.”
Xing Ta Ge dragged ng Fan aside, quickly going over his thoughts and ideas. He then took out his laptop and showed everyone, mostly ng Fan, a portion of the script and the manga storyboard he had completed.
There was no question. The content that Xing Ta Ge wanted to create was right up his alley.
Based on what he said, art originated from life. As for whether art could exceed life, especially his life… That was very unlikely.
It was very encouraging to create a romantic campus love story, but to be honest, it might not be as encouraging as Xing Ta Ge’s own life story. Really!
But judging from the current script and storyboard, the storyline was indeed very powerful and attractive.
The temporary na was ‘Guide to Campus RoMANce’. ng Fan had thought it was strictly a typo!
ng Fan couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure this is a campus romance shoujo manga and not so hentai novel?”
“Hentai or not, it’s all based on what you—my illustrator—thinks.” Xing Ta Ge grabbed onto a confused ng Fan’s arm with a cheerful expression on his face. “You know I am a lazy person, and my drawing skills are average, so I want you to help . I’ve already given you the storyboard and script. You know I excel at designing storyboards and scripts, and you excel at drawing won. Plus, you’re fast!”
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