"Hey? Have you been revealed?"

Facing Cen Ying's angry look, Gabaili said calmly. The useless angel was not panicked at all for such a small prank.

Isn't it just being revealed? What's the big deal?

"You're so embarrassed to say." Cen Ying knocked on Jiabaili's forehead in anger, "Draw a big turtle on my face, how do you ask me to go out to see someone?"

"Then I won't go out!" Kabaili shrugged indifferently.

What I said is lightweight. Although I am a little home, how could I just want to stay at home all day like you?

“What’s wrong with staying at home?”

Jiabaili jumped, jumped out of bed, put on slippers and planned to walk out. However, as soon as she stepped, she paused, turned her head and plucked her cheeks, "By the way, I haven't settled the score with you yet, you, a pervert, secretly got into my bed again."

Cen Ying looked at the big turtle painted on her face in front of the mirror. When she heard this, she rolled her eyes at Jiabaili, "Where did I secretly? I'm obviously open and upright, okay?"

"You are indeed a big pervert!" Jia Baili rolled the eyes of the dead fish, and a blush appeared on her pretty face. She glared at Cen Ying angrily, and then walked outside angrily.

Seeing Gabali's shy attitude for a long time, Cen Ying was in a good mood. She got up and dressed and washed up in one go. Then she came to the restaurant and had breakfast with Gabali, who was still buzzing.

It’s not good to be here in my hometown. Every day, there are beautiful maids and ladies serving breakfast, lunch and dinner, and they don’t have the chance to cook by themselves.

So, having money is not a very happy thing. It will make people lazy and enjoy themselves. There is no such impetus as the poor people who are afraid of poverty...

After dinner, Cen Ying carried Gabaili, who wanted to continue playing games, to the exclusive studio.

This studio was specially created by Cen Ying's father after he showed Cen Ying's painting talent when he was in junior high school. There are two sets of painting tools in it, even including modern painting tools digital tablets and digital screens.

They also choose expensive ones to buy.

It confirms the saying that if you don’t look at things well or not, you don’t look at them at all.

In addition to these, there are two computers filled with various painting and drawing software.

Jia Baili, who was pulled into the studio by Cen Ying, was originally angry. When she saw the two computers in the studio, her eyes lit up. She rushed to one of the computers to sit down, and said to Cen Ying happily: "Yes, Cen Ying, I thought you were going to do something boring again. It turned out that she wanted to come here to play games and make a move together."

She looked around and ignored the various Chinese paintings, oil paintings, and landscape paintings hanging on the walls. She looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows on the south side of the room, and said in surprise: "No, this layout is very good. The window is on the south side and will not be affected by direct sunlight. There is a garden outside the window. You can still enjoy the scenery when you are tired of playing games. Not bad, Cen Ying, I will send you to heaven in the future."

Please allow me to refuse!

Cen Ying rolled her eyes and knocked Kabaili's smooth forehead in anger, saying, "Who said she was going to come here to make a black haircut? This is a studio, a place to draw, not a place to play games. Those two computers are not equipped with any games."

"Drawing?" Jiabaili pulled her mouth, "Just do that kind of boring thing alone. Don't pull me in. It's time to play now."

"It's a ghost game time, come and help me draw comics?" Cen Ying connected the digital tablet to the computer in front of Jiabaili and said, "Do you still remember what the counselor said when he was in school? We asked us to draw a comic at the beginning of the semester and hand it over to participate in the national college comic competition."

"Isn't that your business alone?" Kabaili blinked and tilted her head, "You agreed at that time. Don't count me. Where is the game fun in painting?"

"Hey, Xiao Jia, don't find any reason to not want to do things. This is what we do."

Kabaili tilted her head, "Isn't my business yours?"

This sentence...

Cen Ying couldn't help scratching her head and smiled foolishly: "That's right."

"So, Cen Ying, you can draw it alone!" A smile hung on the corner of Jiabaili's mouth, and a cunning look flashed in her eyes.

"Okay...not right!" Cen Ying was about to nod, but then she realized that she was covered in black. "Don't treat me as that stupid guy Satania. No matter how much you say, you should draw it for me."

This lazy angel actually wanted to use such ambiguous words to get through, and almost touched her.

"Oh..." The 'traitor' was invalid, Jia Baili collapsed into the chair, looking lazy, "It's so troublesome..."

"Stop salting fish." Cen Ying smiled and touched Jiabaili's little head, "I can't handle so much by myself. Don't you want to skip classes at will next semester? Since you want to, let's work together. The enjoyment now is the hardship in the future. In order to skip classes and play games in the future, work together."

In order to get Jiabaili to help, Cen Ying had to tempt her by skipping classes and playing games.

These are things that will happen in the future. What will happen then... I can't help her, but now, I'm still "tempting" Kabaili to help me.

Kabaili was obviously moved, she nodded reluctantly and said, "Okay, but what am I going to do?"

"Well..." Cen Ying looked around and found that she hadn't seemed to start writing yet. Now that she asked Jia Baili to come, she really couldn't do anything...

In this situation, Cen Ying knocked on the head and said embarrassedly: "That... I haven't started to do script stories and storyboards yet, but now you have nothing to do..."

"Nothing is wrong, why do you ask me to come here for (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

"..." Cen Ying looked at Jiabaili in anger and slammed the door and couldn't help scratching her head in depression.

I finally convinced the useless angel to help me, but I was not prepared for anything. Now, seeing the useless angel as such, it seems even more difficult to ask her to help me...

Forget it, let’s take a look at it step by step. Now let’s get the most basic part of the comics.

Cen Ying looked at the complete painting tools in the studio, thought about it, and he sat next to an easel and started painting.

Last night, I dreamed of "Five Centimeters in Seconds". After thinking about it, Cen Ying felt that she would use this to make works participating in the comic competition.

After this "dream", Cen Ying revealed that the dimensional world created by this creation is not something that can be entered casually. Each creation takes a lot of time, and Cen Ying can no longer wait.

If you wait any longer, the daylily will be cold.

As for originality... originality is impossible to be original, it is impossible to be original in this life, and the story cannot be written. Only by copying such things can you maintain your life like this.

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Only one update... The cute Xun, which was updated ten thousand words in the past, is gone forever, and is working hard to become a second update beast...ovo
Chapter completed!