Chapter 38: Wayward Ye Hexu

Shen Xin has never read "Fu Yao Zhi", but she is very familiar with "Half Monthly Leap".

This magazine is different from ordinary magazines. It is a color manga, and its style is relatively fixed. It is usually closely related to China. It contains mostly martial arts or fairy manga comics, and sometimes some historical comics. The style is similar to " "The Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" is relatively similar.

The style of the magazine is tougher than that of "Comic Futura" and "Manga Fly". The different styles also give "Leap" a different readership, making the magazine's single-issue sales more than 3 million copies, becoming one of the top three magazines. The last issue in the issue.

On the Internet, readers have a good opinion of "Fu Yao Zhi". Two separate volumes have been published, and the cumulative sales have exceeded 500,000 copies. It is indeed eligible for the Newcomer Award.

The next powerful rookie hasn't appeared yet, and Shen Xin doesn't know who her opponent will be. Normally, she has to wait for the release of the booklet, and then infer the strength of the newcomer based on the sales of the booklet. If it is speculated like this, there should be some clues after the Chinese New Year.

Shen Xin is not in a hurry, after all, "Y's" has just started serialization, and he still has a lot of time to improve his reputation.

The final award of the "Comic Festival", the "Best Long-form Comic Award of the Year", was won by "The Legend of the Dragon King", the leading publication of "Weekly Comic Futura". Since a comic can only be won once, other magazines have no objections.

After turning off the TV, Shen Xin looked back at Xi Muzhen, but the little girl stared at the TV with bright eyes.

"What's wrong?" Shen Xin asked puzzled.

"Next year, it would be great if Brother Xin could go up to receive the award." Xi Muzhen looked envious.

"No problem, isn't it the 'Newcomer Award'?" Shen Xin rubbed her nose, "Y's" didn't have a chance of winning.

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An apartment in Hongchuan.

The cell phone that was thrown on the ground rang. After ringing for half a minute, it finally quieted down. About ten seconds later, the ring rang again, but still no one answered.

After repeating this five or six times, the door of the compartment finally opened. A middle-aged man in his thirties angrily walked out of the room, glanced at the young man who was still painting at his desk in the living room, and sighed helplessly.

He picked up the phone on the floor and connected the call.

"Compendium..."

"Where's Ye Hexu?"

"Ms. Ye, he..." The middle-aged man turned his head, and the young man was wearing a headset, squatting on a swivel chair, holding a G-pen, and moving quickly on the drawing paper, "He is drawing."

"Painting? Then why didn't you answer my call?"

"Uh..." the assistant scratched his head, not knowing how to explain it.

"Aren't you wearing earphones? Give him the phone!"

The assistant quickly moved the phone away from his ear, and the roar from the microphone caused the phone to vibrate slightly.

The assistant came to Ye Hexu's side and called out "Ms. Ye" softly. Unexpectedly, Ye Hexu, who was squatting on the chair, suddenly stood up and just pressed the assistant's chin.

The assistant screamed, covered his chin with his hands, and squatted on the ground. Ye Hexu also fell from the swivel chair, holding his head tightly with his hands.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

The voice on the phone was very anxious, but both of them covered their injured parts and groaned in pain.

About half a minute later, the assistant's chin felt. He picked up the mobile phone on the ground and raised it up to hit Ye Hexu hard, but seeing Ye Hexu curled up with his arms around his head, he couldn't help it .

The assistant was about to send him the phone, when Ye Hexu sat up suddenly, his eyes glistening, "That's how it feels."

He picked up the swivel chair that fell on the ground, squatted on it again, and touched the table with both hands.

"Hey, where's my G-pen?"

The assistant also looked around,

A G-Pen was found on the floor.

"Miss Ye, here is the G pen... and the phone number for the compendium." The assistant put the pen and phone on the manuscript paper.

That one just now really killed him. Up to now, he still can't speak too neatly.

"Eh? What's wrong with you? Ah, it was you that hit you just now? I said, it looks like it hit something." Ye Hexu took off his headphones, with a clear expression.

The assistant was about to cry, but needless to say, he took it just now and hit the earphones.

"Compendium's phone number." The assistant pointed to the phone and said.

"Her? What can she do?" Ye Hexu looked confused, and pressed the hands-free phone, "Hey, Jian Xiaomei, what can I do for you? I'm busy right now."

"Why don't you come to the comic festival today?"

"Oh, I forgot about it. At that time, I suddenly had an inspiration, so I stayed to paint." Ye Hexu thought for a while, this should be the reason... maybe.

"Leave this matter aside for now, do you want to participate in next year's Newcomer Awards?"

"Don't... people who are not good, they won't win by force. "Manga Fly" doesn't have any good newcomers, and "Comic Futura" is even worse. By the way, I heard that the three major publications have equally divided the newcomer awards in the past 15 years. Next year Give it to someone else?"

"No! Let's not talk about our magazine, how do you know that there are no newcomers in "Manga Fly"? Maybe one will pop up in a month or two? At that time, even if you want to participate, it will be too late. Besides, there are no small magazines. A great newcomer, Chen Zijiao who painted "Tumbling" is also pretty good."

"Oh, you mean the painter of the notebook? He is good at drawing women, but other aspects are average. Moreover, I heard from Su Han that "Faltering" is her practice work, and there are some small pits in it. Hmm... I don't know Can he fill in these pits, if he can't fill them in, "Faltering" will probably be over." Ye Hexu thought for a while, and put on the earphones again.

"Then there are others, and others are also very good... Hey, hey—" Jian Xiaomei's scalp tingled when she heard no one talking, "Hey, you bastard, won't you put on the earphones again? You wait Me, I'm going to find you!"

"Toot..."

The assistant clutched his chin, it was really helpless to have such a chief writer.

No matter what, go to bed quickly, at some point, the compendium will come.

The assistant went back to the bedroom to rest. After an unknown amount of time, he finally felt drowsy. He was about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard the sound of "dong" outside the door, and he lost all sleepiness.

Needless to say, here comes the compendium...

The assistant sighed and could only get up from the bed.

Ye Hexu, who was wearing noise-cancelling headphones, had no idea what was going on. It wasn't until a stack of magazines suddenly pressed against the manuscript he had drawn that he noticed a person standing beside him. He raised his head and saw a man with short hair The girl was looking down at him with her head down.

This woman was in her early twenties, with slender eyebrows, bright eyes, and thin lips under her high nose. He was wearing a black and white half-sleeve shirt. Due to the heat, he undid a button, pinched his waist with one hand, and supported the table with the other.

"I bought all the latest issue of the magazine. This is just a part. There are still downstairs...I don't believe that there is no newcomer that you dare to be interested in."