Chapter 220

After sorting out the 200 pages of drawings, the only thing left unpainted is the cover. With so many works juxtaposed, an eye-catching cover is definitely the top priority. This was not a problem for Du Ziyuan, he planned to have a meal before painting.

He directly exchanged for a family bucket in the system, and walked out the door while eating in his arms. Anyway, it's okay to be idle, why not go out and see how others are doing.

As soon as he went out, he saw Zhou Bu different standing in the corridor.

"What are you doing here?"

"Teacher Shanfeng! You're here!" Zhou Dong saw that it was Du Ziyuan, and was overjoyed, "That's great! You didn't come out yesterday, and we couldn't find you."

"Eat chicken?" Du Ziyuan handed over a piece of fried chicken wings, "Why do you want me?"

Because the regulations do not interfere with other people's creations, after he hangs the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, no one can knock on the door and call him, and can only wait until he comes out by himself.

"Thank you," Zhou Budong subconsciously took the chicken wings, and immediately realized, "Ah! No! It's not this, I just want to ask how you are doing with the problem?"

"It's okay, what's wrong? No inspiration?" Du Ziyuan asked casually.

"Only one word 'death', how come the inspiration? I estimate that 5 out of 10 interpreted as killing and bloody, the remaining 4 parting from life and death, and finally one written in vain." Zhou differently complained weakly.

"Almost, a word of death, what else do you want to write? Can cultivating immortals be able to overcome the calamity of death?" Du Ziyuan chatted with him casually while eating, and looked downstairs by the way.

This building was surrounded by soldiers from Qifeng Kingdom on three floors and three floors outside. It is said that there are warriors from Yukongtianjing sitting in the building, and even flies cannot fly in.

Zhou Budao said: "So, the key is how to write new ideas for the same type of subject matter. Several authors in our country gathered together to discuss yesterday, trying not to write similar plots, but wait for us When I went to find you, you had locked yourself in the house."

"Uh, is there still a discussion?" Du Ziyuan is obviously used to painting alone, and has no concept of cooperating with others at all, "Whatever, I have finished painting anyway, if you encounter any difficulties, try to find them today Me, I'm leaving tomorrow."

This round can be submitted in advance, but Du Ziyuan's drawings will be stored and released together at a later date. Du Ziyuan disliked that the room here was too small, and he couldn't roll around on the floor at all, so he couldn't wait to leave.

Zhou Bu was surprised: "What! You have to leave tomorrow? You are so fast!"

"Tsk, can you talk!" Du Ziyuan glared at him unhappily. Did this guy say such ambiguous words on purpose?

"Ah?" Zhou's different brain circuits were obviously not as smooth as Du Ziyuan's, and he didn't know what he said wrong.

Du Ziyuan sucked his finger, picked up another corn cob and started to chew: "That's it, come to me if you need something, I'll go down and see my brother and sister."

Tang Junhao is on the first floor, and Yanyun Songzi is on the fourth floor. He asked about it yesterday.

Zhou Butong was still shocked by Du Ziyuan's completion of the work in one day. After all, he knew how troublesome drawing manga was. He tried his best to draw at most 30 pages in 7 days under the premise of ensuring the quality. So this time, the result of his discussion with Wang Zhiqiu is still mainly written novels, and he is only responsible for drawing illustrations.

No matter what, he couldn't imagine how many paintings Du Ziyuan could draw in one day and one night. This time, 100 works are competing for the top. Whether the length is too short or too long, it will be very disadvantageous. Especially if the quantity is small, how to tell a good story will become a huge problem.

【Could it be that Mr. Shanfeng switched to writing this time instead of drawing manga? ] For a moment, he even had such a thought.

When he came back to his senses, Du Ziyuan had disappeared. Zhou Budong immediately went back to the room to look for Wang Zhiqiu.

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Du Ziyuan went down to the fourth floor and came to Yanyun Songzi's room. There was no Do Not Disturb sign on the door, so he knocked. There is no need to worry about someone taking the sign, because only disturbing others will violate the rules, and the penalty is also the person who took the sign.

The door opened quickly, and Song Zi came out wearing a long robe. Seeing her sleepy eyes, she seemed to be taking a nap.

"Why did you come to find me at this time? I couldn't find you even if I tried to find you yesterday." She rubbed her eyes and complained.

"I didn't think too much about it. I started drawing when I got the title." Du Ziyuan handed over a fried chicken leg, "Do you want to eat chicken?"

"Don't eat," Song Zi shook his head, "You're taking advantage of me."

"Young people shouldn't be so filthy." Du Ziyuan had no choice but to put down the chicken leg and continue to gnaw on the corn cob. "Is there anything I can do for you? I'll be back tomorrow."

"Fuck! You're done drawing!?" Song Zi was startled, not surprisingly.

"Yeah, isn't it amazing?"

"Well, I admit that you are faster." Song Zi said.

"You say that... why does it feel weird?"

"Young people shouldn't be so dirty," Song Zi said, "Thank you for your concern, but I don't even need help for the first round."

"Okay then, I wish you success," Du Ziyuan nodded and said, "Then I'll go and see my second child."

"Well, you go." After finishing speaking, Song Zi closed the door, seeing her yawn, she probably planned to go back to sleep for a while.

[She must have stayed up all night last night. 】Du Ziyuan thought so, and came to the first floor again.

It's a pity that Tang Junhao seems to be immersed in creation, and there is a do not disturb sign on the door. Du Ziyuan had no choice but to go back to the fifth floor.

As soon as he reached the fifth floor, he found that Wang Zhiqiu was already waiting for him there.

"Teacher Shanfeng, have you really finished the painting?" Seeing Du Ziyuan, Wang Zhiqiu rushed over immediately.

"Well, that's right." Du Ziyuan leaned back slightly, "Do you want to eat chicken?"

"No need," Wang Zhiqiu shook his head vigorously, "I really want to know how you solved the problem and what you drew, but now it's during the competition, so I won't ask these questions. This is only the first round. If I can't pass by myself, what qualifications do I have to stand on this stage with you?"

"Okay." Since one and two are so ambitious, Du Ziyuan will not force it. After chatting with the two of them for a few more words, he went back to his room and continued painting the cover.

After painting the cover, he fell asleep again. On the morning of the third day, the staff was called to seal the manuscript and left.

This is already the 13th Qifeng Festival, so many places have been perfected, and there will be no such thing as someone secretly destroying or changing the drawing. In front of Du Ziyuan, the staff swept the drawing into the Lingguang Jade, and then uploaded it to the official website without any room for manipulation.