God Descends the Second Element

After a simple meal, Wang Hao went back to his room to continue working.

Originally, he wanted to go to school to report in the morning. Although he had already said hello to the principal, it was just a matter of not going to school for too long.

Of course, this is also because of the portable space. If he hadn't discovered the portable space before, he might not have had the time to continue going to school.

Wang Hao has been working in the portable space for several days. It can be said that he has completed a lot of work, and he has also encountered a bottleneck in drawing comics. If he stays at home and works hard, who knows when the bottleneck will be broken.

It is still necessary to balance work and rest, so he chose to go to school to relax.

For Wang Hao now, going to school is really relaxing. In fact, compared to society, school can really be said to be a relaxing place. At most, he can only study hard.

After entering society, all kinds of complex interpersonal relationships and real-life pressures will come one after another. If you don't handle it well, you will easily be ruined. These are more than twice as difficult as sitting in a classroom and studying.

After most people enter social work, they will miss their time in school. Youth on campus can be said to be one of the most relaxing times in a person's life.

It's a pity that it's almost ten o'clock now. He can't go to school at this time. It would be too conspicuous to go now. He doesn't like to be so high-profile, so he can only go at noon, just in time to enter the school with the day students.

The comic aspect has reached a bottleneck, and Wang Hao does not intend to continue practicing for the time being, but begins to prepare the manuscript for next week's serialization.

This time the opponent was the famous Yoshihiro Togashi, so Wang Hao did not use the fast painting method in the past when painting, but calmed down and slowly made the name.

In order to concentrate on his creation, he turned off all his electronic products and locked his bedroom door, fearing that the sudden burst of inspiration would disappear due to outside influence.

Time passed slowly, and there were more and more scrap manuscripts on the ground. He is still writing NAME to this day.

Wang Hao frowned while sitting on the chair, and the brush in his hand did not fall on the paper for a long time. Although he was now taking the route of comedy and combat, the plot should not be bad, and the comedy and combat should be arranged reasonably. Switch between, and whether to leave foreshadowing.

After continuing to think for a while, he finally chose to put pen to paper and finally created the name of the comic.

"This storyboard always feels like something is not quite right..."

Wang Hao looked at the comic title in his hand and sighed. He always felt that there was something wrong with the battle storyboard. Unfortunately, this was the best storyboard he could come up with so far.

Making a comic title is like writing a novel with a detailed outline. The subsequent creation basically does not require much effort because the concept has been thought out in advance.

Let’s use a simpler analogy.

If the name of the comic was not made before it was a wooden pile, then if the wooden pile was used as firewood, it would undoubtedly be difficult to burn.

In order to solve this problem, you only need to chop the wooden pile into several pieces of firewood, and making the comic name is the step of splitting the wooden pile into firewood.

Although the metaphor is a bit strange, it roughly means this.

With the name of the comic, Wang Hao started to create the original manuscript directly. As if with divine help, the thick and fine lines appeared on the paper. It didn't take long for characters and scenery to appear. After finishing one frame, he continued to draw!

One stroke after another, Wang Hao looked extremely focused at this time, and he seemed to be isolated from the outside world, with only comics in his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief as the final steps were completed, and then he was slightly stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he had a comic assistant, so he didn't have to do the final coloring and other tasks himself.

"Forget it……"

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. It seemed that he had been a little too focused just now, but now that the manuscript was completed, he was still satisfied after checking it over.

When I see Ayano Iida, I will show it to him for inspection, and he should be able to make some minor modifications.

Wang Hao stood up and stretched, packed the manuscript and put it in the drawer. He raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, only to realize that it was already past 12 o'clock, and it was time to show up at school.

Putting on the long-lost college uniform, Wang Hao walked out of the room. When he reached the first floor, he went to the refrigerator to get milk and bread. This was enough for lunch.

With a piece of bread in his mouth, he hurriedly walked toward the underground parking room. If he drove there quickly, he wouldn't be late.

When the black Maybach came out of the underground garage to bathe in the sun, it disappeared not long after.

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After arriving at the school, Wang Hao parked the car in a nearby parking lot as he had done before. When he got out of the car and looked in the rearview mirror, he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten the glasses he had always worn to school. .

Of course, Wang Hao is not short-sighted, but he used to wear those glasses when he went to school. Now he is a little uncomfortable without glasses.

"Forget it, it shouldn't be a big problem..."

Now that we are here, there is no way he can go back to get his glasses. Wang Hao thinks it doesn't matter if he wears them or not. After all, he is not short-sighted, but is just a little uncomfortable.

After going around several paths, we finally arrived at the gate of Shengqi Academy. At this time, many students began to enter the school.

Seeing this, Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and walked in quickly.

What made him a little concerned was that many people seemed to be looking at him, and everyone's eyes were very strange.

"Maybe it's an illusion?"

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao frowned slightly, thinking that others might not be looking at him. He didn't think there was anything strange about him, and he shouldn't have attracted so many people's attention.

Although he thought so in his heart, Wang Hao continued to speed up his pace. He always felt that the atmosphere in the school today was a little different than before!

Perhaps it was his illusion, Wang Hao now felt as if he had become a famous figure in the academy like Kasumigaoka Shiu, and was now attracting much attention.

Is it because he is too handsome?

Wang Hao couldn't help complaining in his heart. He was really not used to being looked at by so many people for a while. This kind of gaze made him uncomfortable.

Although he is indeed handsome, he is not so outrageous, and he always feels that the eyes of others are looking at him as if they are looking at some kind of rare animal, just like the giant panda in the Neon Zoo.

This feeling was very uncomfortable, and he was sure it was not an illusion.

No matter how fast he walked, Wang Hao always found that the eyes of others were staring at him. He finally couldn't help but said directly: "@#%/..., it's inexplicable! Who can tell me what is going on? What’s the same thing?!!”