The Strongest Deduction of Zongman Chapter 2029
However, even though it was clear what Shiina Mashiro lacked as a manga artist, Yuu found it difficult.
There are quite a lot of manga works to choose from. Yuu, who has a slight difficulty in choosing, began to struggle. This may be a common trouble for copywriters.
'Which work should I choose? ’ You stared blankly at the floor, and what caught his eyes was the pile of victories that Zhenbai made trouble last night, pink, white, black, green and blue.
Weird associations formed in Yu's mind.
The pencil in his hand moved naturally, proud of his strong physique, Yuu's hand was very steady, so even if he was holding Mashiro, he could draw straight sub-frames on the blank manuscript paper, and then drew one by one like drafts. The storyboard.
Mashiro stared blankly at the blank manuscript paper in front of him, and with the waving of Yuu's arm, a square frame quickly appeared. When the draft of the stickman type appeared on the manuscript paper, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Thanks to the recording technique, the memory of watching the manga in the brain is vivid. Therefore, in the manga manuscript of the first chapter, the script arrangement is extremely detailed, the dialog box has already been filled in, and the general shape of the scene building has been drawn. On the Internet, even the stick figures have text notes on what the characters look like.
It can be said that, except that there are no specific characters and scenes drawn, it can barely be regarded as a complete manga.
After typing a fifteen-page draft, I turned around and wrote the name of the work on the first page.
【Play Punch (ONE · PUNCH)】
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(The picture above is Teacher ONE's original painting of Vaccine Man, Pippi... Ahem, the protagonist tried it, and it was worse than him...)
"ONE·PUNCH"
The Chinese name is "One Punch Man", of course Yuu prefers to use its empty ear name - Wan Pangci.
Yuu first noticed this work from the first line of the first line of the theme song of this work, "Playing fat times~~~~~".
At that time, Yu was still lamenting that the Japanese singer actually felt that he was so blatant about playing with fat times. Now that I think about it, it turns out that his thoughts at that time were so dirty.
Because, with this line of lyrics, Yu was pulled into the sinkhole of One-Punch Man.
Speaking of which, there are two versions of this manga: Mr. ONE’s original version and Mr. Murata’s reset version.
The advantages of the original version are the explosive plot and the well-arranged storyboards, but the disadvantages are the 'unsightly' painting skills, techniques, and taste that make everyone laugh.
But after thinking of the original intention of the original ONE teacher to practice painting skills, Yuu was speechless for a while. He came here to practice his painting skills, no matter how ugly his paintings are, it's... normal.
Although the drawing skills are poor, the point of comics is to be interesting, and the original version perfectly meets the point of interesting comics.
Then, with more people watching, there will always be those who are unhappy with the original author's style of painting, and Mr. Murata, a professional cartoonist who loves to show off his drawing skills, is one of them. Set version came into being.
"One Punch Man" after making up for the defect of painting style, has excellent painting, unique setting, and interesting plot.
The reason why I chose this comic is because in Yu's view, his cooperation with Mashiro is somewhat similar to the two authors of the reset version of One Punch Man.
An original work with a plot and a storyboard, which is currently painstakingly drawn, and a painter with superb painting skills, probably, barely, can correspond to it.
Although Yuu thought it would be interesting to choose this work because he saw the messy Pangji on the real white ground.
"ONE·PUNCH?" Shiina Mashiro looked at the cover of the drawing in front of him, read out softly, turned his head to look at Yuu's face, his clear and transparent eyes like a spring were shining brightly.
From the look in his eyes, Yu could see Shiina Mashiro's eagerness to try, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and Yu continued to speak.
"ONE·PUNCH is the name of the work we collaborated with. I have arranged the plot, character design and storyboard for you in this work. What Zhenbai has to do is to draw these characters according to the setting. Work It’s still simple after all.”
After a pause, Yu continued. "Well, having said that, it will be a big test for you if you want to draw a manga based on the text."
"I will try my best to finish it." Shiina Mashiro grabbed the draft from Yuu's hand, hugged it tightly in front of Hungyue, nodded heavily, and said with an unusually firm expression.
The girl's calm and indifferent voice gave Yu the emotion at this moment, but it was as vigorous as the protagonist in the blood manga.
Ignore Yu who is surprised by the sudden change in Mashiro's painting style.
After finishing speaking, Zhenbai walked to the large computer desk non-stop with the draft in his arms, pulled out the drawer, carefully placed a series of painting utensils inside on the table, picked up the brush, and sat down. On the chair in front of the computer desk, he began to paint with concentration.
"Then... have breakfast first—" It was not until Mashiro sat down to start writing that Yuu's words came late.
"Zhenbai?" Yu stood up, patted his pants, walked up to Zhenbai and yelled softly, but did not get any response.
"Zhenbai sauce?" Yuu leaned down and whispered in Zhenbai's ear.
However, Zhenbai, who was immersed in the painting, had completely ignored everything around her. Looking at her concentrated appearance, even if sparks hit the earth, it would not be enough to move her.
You shook his head dumbfounded, pinched Zhenbai's delicate and tender cheeks lightly, and walked out of the room.
A few minutes later, Yu walked into the room carrying a plate of omelet rice, put the hot rice on the wooden computer desk, and then turned his gaze to Zhenbai who was devoted to painting, following her swaying The nib moves freely.
Seeing the 'familiar' characters and scenes gradually move from line to completeness under Zhenbai's wonderful pen, the corners of Yuu's mouth twitched slightly.
Although the characters are not that big in Yuu's memory, the delicacy and authenticity of the characters in One-Punch Man are more real under the realistic painting style of Mashiro.
If Mr. Murata's painting style of the original work is rated as 6 points, the score of Mashiro is estimated to reach 8 points. This is still in the situation where Mashiro is still trying to find out how to draw One Punch Man. If you are familiar with it, you will definitely be able to draw it. Be even better.
Looking at the black-and-white comics that were made vivid by just a few simple strokes under Mashiro's hands, Yuu suddenly felt a little itchy.
Yu took a blank manuscript paper, took out a paintbrush from the drawer, spread the manuscript paper on the large computer desk, and tried to draw the villain Vaccine in the first chapter without hindering the truth. people.
Half an hour later, Yuu silently stared at the alien 'vaccine man' on the draft paper in front of him. For comparison, the one in Zhenbai's hand showed a sense of strength, and at first glance it was the vaccine man of the super boss.
Silently tore this painting of tribute to the ONE god into pieces.
"I'm really suitable for writing novels. What kind of comics do you draw? Don't worry about being the plot provider. Anyway, the original story is much more valuable than the drawing skills!" Yuu said with a twitching corner of his mouth.
If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. Comparing his beginner's painting skills with the master's true white, Yu has already deeply realized the meaning of "death".
"Huh?" Throwing the torn manuscript paper into the trash can next to the computer desk, You turned his head and glanced at Zhenbai, his brows raised slightly.
The omurice that was placed on Zhenbai's right hand half an hour ago was placed intact, and there was only a sporadic residual heat left from the originally hot rice.
"It seems that I don't plan to eat it." Yuu looked helpless and was still in the true white of the "painting world".
Yuu sighed softly, picked up the spoon on the omelet rice, scooped down a spoonful of yellow-orange rice, and tentatively handed it to Zhenbai's cherry lips.
The aroma of rice gently wafted into the tip of Zhenbai's nose.
"Ahhh." Although his eyes still couldn't move away from the drawing in front of him, under the trend of hunger, Mashiro swallowed the omelet rice in front of him in one gulp, and swallowed it without even chewing.
"Is it effective? But this way of eating... I can't complain about it." Yu looked at Mashiro, who was struggling to swallow rice raw, but still perseveringly striving for the ideal of a "manga artist", the corner of Yuu's mouth twitched slightly.
Seeing the concentrated expression of Zhenbai in front of him, Yu pondered for a moment, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He took another spoonful of rice, but this time he didn't put it in front of Zhenbai's mouth, but put it in his own mouth. After chewing for a while, he fed the processed food to Zhenbai at work.
This time Zhenbai swallowed raw, without any expression of struggling.
"...It's like feeding a baby." Yuu sighed for a moment, scooped up a spoonful of omelet rice again, repeated the previous action, and put it into Mashiro's mouth.