Chapter 3

"Jiang Zhulang, right?"

The interviewer looked through the resume and sized up the person.

"Yes, this is my portfolio." Jiang T Zhulang tugged at the collar of his ill-fitting suit and handed over the portfolio.

He took it, flipped through it casually, and asked, "What did you do in the year after graduation? Why is there a one-year gap? Can you still adapt to society?"

"I can start as a minimum wage assistant."

"Assistant," the interviewer shrugged, and after whispering with the other two, he said, "Your painting is OK, but it's a pity that you have no experience and are not a fresh graduate."

He put the information aside and said, "Your conditions are a little poor. Let's consider it and go back to wait for news."

"call……"

After a whole day of frustration, he returned home, feeling extremely tired. He quickly washed up and went to bed.

While I was drowsy, the bell rang.

"...Brother Li, what's the matter?" He was woken up, his voice was hoarse and a little lazy.

Brother Li on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, then said, "Congratulations, you have more comics to collect!"

"Oh." He replied vaguely. "Can I cancel my account now?"

"…No, cancel my account, what account do you want to cancel?" Brother Li was so angry that he raised his voice: "Your comics are popular! Popular, you know? Go and see it yourself, the number of likes is more than the sum of your previous comics. I don't believe you will want to cancel your account after reading it!"

"Okay, I won't say any more. I'm going to accompany my daughter. You can think about it yourself. I'm hanging up now."

"..." Jiang Zhulang glanced at the time and found that he had only slept for an hour. He was suddenly woken up. His mind was fuzzy and his eyelids were heavy and sore. He lay there for a long time before he reacted to Brother Li's words.

He said, his comics became popular?

How is that possible?

He has been drawing comics for so many years but none of them have become popular. How can the dream scene he casually drew when he quit the industry become popular? That is not a comic, but just a half-finished draft.

Jiang Zhulang casually clicked on the link to the screen recording sent by Brother Li.

Mao Mao Tou is a well-known comic reviewer with sharp comments and unique vision. He has discovered many treasures in unpopular comics and has many fans.

Today is his regular live broadcast.

"Good evening, family, comic cat, start!"

At eight o'clock in the evening, Cathead started the live broadcast on time and landed on the comic cat.

Manhuamao is the largest comic website in China and is extremely well-known worldwide. Nearly 90% of the great authors are its contracted authors. Whether it is the quality of comics or the number of registered users, it is second to none.

Cathead is a loyal reader of comic cats.

"Today we are focusing on discovering hidden treasures. The website just so happens to be calling for submissions. Let's take a look together."

[No, this activity is to support newcomers. Anyone who knows about the quality of comics will understand.]

[What's wrong with you being a newcomer? Newcomers also have very good works. Who didn't grow up from a newcomer? 】

[Anyway, those great writers haven't started new stuff yet, so it's nice to check out some newcomers' work for a change of taste. ]

【Didn’t you hear Maomao say that this is a niche topic? If you don’t want to watch it, just go away and stop nagging me. 】

…

As a leading figure in the field of comic reviews, there was barrage interaction as soon as the show started.

Cathead clicked on the call for papers and went directly to the last page.

"As a rule of thumb, start with the least popular one."

Sort the popularity from low to high, the title of the first article is quite unique.

"Preparing to cancel the account, only ten likes are enough? What kind of weird title is this." He noticed that the author's profile picture was blank and the pen name was a garbled initial number.

He clicked on the work and found that it had no cover, and a scribbled sketch popped up.

[Ah, change the channel, this is too sloppy, I don't want to watch it. ]

[Don't move away, I am a fan of yours and I like to watch these weird things. 】

[As expected, the unpopular treasures are all the lost pearls of the Canghai Sea. This one is dead, take it away, take it away.]

Cathead said: "Although it's a bit sloppy and there are broken lines that haven't been cleaned up, the proportions of the human body are correct, and the background, which was drawn with just a few strokes, has no mistakes in perspective."

He concluded: "This author is very talented and worth a read."

As he read, the pop-up screen quieted down, and after a long while, a sentence floated out:

[Family, am I the only one who thinks this comic is pretty good? ]

Several more bullets popped up, echoing:

[Indeed...although the style of the painting is a bit wild, the plot is very good! And Lan Nuo is so good-looking!!!]

[Me too, the sloppy picture can't resist the beauty of Lannuo Baby, on the contrary, the hazy picture adds a more atmospheric feeling! ]

[Baby Lannuo, mommy, give me a kiss. This little face and waist are so pretty. I want to nibble on them.]

[No, you only care about the protagonist's face? This plot is even better, the unknown character becomes the protagonist of a cool story, how great...]

It has been fifteen minutes since the first broadcast of Cat Head. The only ones who stayed were fans like him who liked to discover unpopular comics. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

The cat-headed man kept moving his hands: "This comic has something interesting. The plot is very exciting, and the world view is very grand. Although the Warlock Academy only appears in the beginning, I believe there will be a lot of plots later. Maybe there will be a plot where the male protagonist activates his bloodline and returns to the academy to slap someone in the face?"

【Looking forward to being slapped in the face】

[Expectation +1]

He continued to speculate: "The protagonist's background must be very important, otherwise how did he know the location of the warlock's treasure house? And this system only said that there was a world-destroying crisis that needed to be saved, but it did not point out the direction. It was like invisible in the subsequent plot..."

"Wow, this guy must be the second male lead or something like that. His beauty is on par with the male lead!"

He just happened to see Cross lift the car curtain, revealing that extremely flamboyant and gorgeous face.

Her curly hair, so light that it was almost white, was tangled and intertwined, and spots of blood were dotted around her eyes and eyebrows, burning the gazers. A ruby ​​chain with a gold bead hanging diagonally by her ear was shining brightly.

Holding a dagger, dangerous and beautiful.

Even if it is a wild draft, the fine broken lines have not been erased and will not affect the picture effect.

In contrast to his calmness, dense bullet screens gushed out, blocking the screen.

【Ah ...

【!!! Oh my god, my destined wife!!!】

[Ahhh, wife, my wife. I nibble, nibble, nibble, nibble…]

[Cat Assistant, I’ll give you one minute to find out the information about this beauty and send her to my bed!!!]

[This is such a great painting! I am so disappointed that it has the lowest popularity.]

[Who is this little brother? He matches the male lead so well, I’m so impressed! ]

…

Seeing the crazy comments, Cat Head laughed and said, "I knew it, you guys are just obsessed with appearance! Can you tone it down a bit?"

"Is this work only 29 pages? It's a bit short. It should be only the first chapter that has been released?" He glanced at the page number mark in the lower left corner and said, "This author must be a complete newcomer. The work is named randomly, there is no cover, and there is no hint of which chapter it is. It is impossible that he really wants to cancel the account, hahaha..."

"Huh?"

In the black and white comic, Cross smiled contemptuously, snatched the knife with his hand, and stabbed with his backhand——

Blood gushed from Lanno's slender neck, staining his robes with blood.

Cross raised his hand to wipe away the blood that splashed on the corner of his eyebrow, leaving a long red mark that disappeared into his temple.

——End of story

“No, no more?”

【ah????】

【？ ？ ？ ？ ？ ？ 】

【What the hell? ? 】

【Lan Nuo is not the male lead? ?】

[Could it be that this thorny beauty is the male protagonist? ]

[How outrageous! This article is extremely poisonous]

[No, I am such a big male protagonist, how could I die? I just died like that? Huh?]

[With such a complete worldview, he definitely can’t die]

[What about the system? The system is working.]

[The newcomers are really unreliable, what a rubbish plot, I'm sick of it]

It has been an hour since Mao Mao Tou started broadcasting, and the number of people in his live broadcast room has remained at 30,000.

As the words "Story is Over" suddenly appeared in bold letters, divers started to bubble up and the bullet screen started to freeze.

"Hey, this, this," Cat Head stuttered, and it took him a long time to close his frightened jaw and find his voice again.

"No, this is the end? Huh? The hero was killed by a knife?"

He was in a trance while broadcasting, and was so shocked by the ending that he even forgot to say the ending.

The screen turns black and the screen recording is complete.

Jiang Zhulang pursed his lips and thought: The plot he carefully designed is not as interesting as a dream that happened by chance.

He felt a little frustrated. Is it true that he has no talent for comics?

He was silent for a while, then logged into Manhuamao, and all the comments and tags were 99+.

Jiang Zhulang's fingers trembled, and he clicked on his user name to confirm whether he had logged into the wrong account.

He found that his comic points were rising rapidly, the number of likes and comments were also increasing from time to time, and his ranking rose from the last to the second page.

[Is this author really trying to cancel his account? ? ]

[Ah, no, I came from Cat Head. This article is really good. Did the author get stimulated by something? ]

[Don’t cancel my account, my Lannuo!! My thorny beauty!!]

[It's so funny, you guys believe the author's gimmick? ]

[Family members said something horrible, the author didn’t even open private messages]

[Wuwuwu, come back soon, revive Lanno, I want to see what happens next!!]

[What's next? How can we eat this amount of food? ! If you feel threatened, just blink your eyes. Don't just keep talking here.]

…

What's next?

He curled his lips, with a hint of mockery in his eyes: there will be no further developments, he is going to stop writing.

“Ding Di——”

A message popped up on the phone:

Come for internship tomorrow at 9am, don't be late, company address...

Jiang Zhulang logged out and no longer paid attention to the forum comments.

I have an internship tomorrow morning, so I have to go to bed early today.

He lay down on the bed, forced himself to close his eyes, tossed and turned, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Zhulang opened his eyes and found himself in a strange state:

The world is black and white, time is still, and the soul and body are separated.

He saw Lanno's body lying in the car, with blood spurting out and suspended in mid-air. The scene was somewhat funny.

Before he could observe carefully, time and space flowed again.

They spun and twisted like a reversed film. Black and white were stained with color, but the color was too bright and too greasy, like a bad oil painting or an overturned paint bucket, chaotic and disordered.

The huge suction force pulled him, and Jiang Zhulang felt himself being squeezed into the box, his body becoming heavier...

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself back to the time before his death.

The carriage swayed as it moved along the dirt road.

It's like, rollback.

He instinctively called the system: "System? Are you there?"

A familiar mechanical voice sounded in my mind: "Host, I'm here."

"Welcome back."