The king of training starting from Sakurasou

She would draw at least a few drafts a day, review them with Qianliu, then revise them into finished products, then send them to the editor in charge Ayano, and then discuss the quality of the drafts over the phone that day.

Fortunately, with Senryu checking in advance, Mashiro's editor Ayano almost never returned anything, and most of them were adopted directly.

As the days passed, the discarded drafts printed out in Mashiro's room that were not adopted were scattered all over the floor. In order to sort them out, Senryu would appear in her room regularly.

Mashiro's draft is as highly refined as the finished draft, especially the characters are all drawn with solid lines, without any rough parts at all. It's a pity that comics are not just about the artist.

After Qianliu played with Kobato for a while, he planned to go to Misaki to discuss the matter, but Jin still didn't come back early today.

When I entered Misaki's room on the second floor, I saw her dressed casually in shorts and a T-shirt, already set up in front of the TV and playing video games.

It is a single-player RPG. The game has been played for more than thirty hours. Now I am clearing the final map. I try to avoid the fish as much as possible, do not talk to the characters on the street, and absolutely do not follow the side plot. This is Misaki. gameplay.

Every time I play an RPG, I play the game at an extremely low level, and sure enough, this time a weak team was born that couldn't even defeat the bastards in the final stage.

The attitude of constantly re-challenging and continuing to play is like a challenger.

It's better for you to improve your level quickly. Qianliu said.

If I need to become stronger for this kind of trash fish, I might as well commit seppuku! Misaki answered without looking back.

Oh, is that so?

At the current level, those miscellaneous fish were actually relatively strong. Qianliu did not say this.

Without looking at him at all, Misaki seemed to be entering the critical moment of the game. She skillfully avoided the miscellaneous fish that would definitely appear and continued to move forward in the maze.

Her gameplay has deviated from the path of the game itself, but in Misaki's words, that is that she has no interest in the track that has been paved. The path must be created by herself to be valuable!

Under the watchful eye of Qianliu, Misaki has arrived at the corridor of the final boss. She only needs to avoid another fish group to reach the final boss level.

With the current maximum HP, just one hit from the final boss's entire attack will destroy them.

Unknowingly, Misaki broke through the last swarm of miscellaneous fish and reached the storage point in front of the final boss. Just when she breathed a sigh of relief, the screen suddenly went black.

The power is out!

The next moment, Misaki fell back and remained motionless as if he had lost his soul: My two hours were just like this. I can no longer survive. Even my spirit has been shattered.

This feeling of coming to the end and having nothing is really uncomfortable. Although Qianliu has never experienced it, he can understand it.

Ah, it's not satisfied. My hunger and thirst can't be comforted. I want to do it, but I can't stand it anymore, Senriu. Misaki rolled around on the bed.

Qianliu knew that what she was talking about was definitely not about the indescribable aspect, so he leaned against the door and said, Can't Ren's script satisfy you?

Wow! I tell him to write the script quickly every day, and I also send him text messages. Next time I want to do it for thirty minutes, no... I want to do it happily for longer! Misaki, who was lying on his back and stretched out his hand, The silver ornament on the chest shines, and it is a cute ornament in the shape of a bear mascot.

If you want to be satisfied, I have a good proposal here. Qianliu said with a calm expression like a villain who abducts an ignorant girl.

Misaki showed a surprised expression and jumped up suddenly, looking at him like a cat staring at its prey: What is it?

Since you are bored, come and help me make an animated movie. I will be responsible for the script, original painting, supervision, etc., and leave the storyboards and animation to you. How about that? Qianliu felt that if he had a pair of glasses now, Will the effect be better if I push it a little bit?

Unexpectedly, Misaki jumped on him the next moment and hugged him tightly like a koala: Hey! Do you want to make an animated movie? Why didn't you tell me earlier! Why! Why! Qianliu and I are already like that It doesn’t matter, are you just playing with me?!”

Qianliu didn't want to complain about what the so-called relationship was, so he probably got an ambiguous answer.

It hasn't been long since we decided, so just nod if you can. He had a deep understanding of how to deal with Misaki. He just had to follow his own thoughts and not care about what the other party said.

Of course, no problem! Wow haha! Qianliu's script will definitely satisfy me!

Don't say it like ntr, Qianliu rubbed his eyebrows.

When will it start? Misaki couldn't wait to get ready for work.

Don't worry, I'll reorganize the script in the next two days. Qianliu threw her on the bed and turned away.

Scripts are different from novels. Scripts pay more attention to scenes and are mainly composed of lines and stage directions. Dialogues, monologues, and narrations are all in the spoken word style, and are cut into different parts piecemeal, making it incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The novel itself is a complete story, and the two are not the same. *

Chapter 47 Animation planning begins

Therefore, the novel you just wrote cannot be used as a script, the script must be re-created.

Fortunately, the entire story of the Garden of Words was in Qianliu's mind, and the context was very clear. If he wanted to write the script, one night would be enough.

After all, the original author adapted the script, saving the time of reading the original work and exploring the core of the story.

After Qianliu went downstairs, he clearly heard Misaki's cheering voice, and even the depression caused by the power outage was forgotten.

When he returned to the room, he found his sister shivering on his bed.

Due to the power outage, it was getting late now. Although he could barely see the person's appearance, Kojiu was very scared.

Xiaojiu, what's wrong with you? Qianliu was very surprised.

Usually Xiaojiu is not afraid of the dark, but I don’t know what happened today.

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Watching horror movies?

Qianliu really didn't expect how brave Kobato would be to watch a horror movie.

Later he learned the truth from his sister.

The cause originated from Rikka. The two made a bet to watch the same horror movie. The next day they went to school to discuss the plot. If they lost, they would have to accept the punishment.

What the hell kind of bet is this?

Qianliu touched his sister's blond hair and comforted her softly. Hearing her sobbing in his arms, he felt a little distressed and helpless.

Okay, it's okay. If you are really scared, sleep with your brother tonight.

Hmm.

After comforting his aggrieved sister, Qianliu asked her to stay in his room. He turned on the lighting function of his mobile phone and wrote the script. He also sent an email to Ren, who had not come back yet, asking him to come back with dinner.

After that, except for going out with him to eat the dinner that Ren brought back, Kojiu has been huddled in Qianliu's quilt, as if only his brother's breath can make her feel safe.

Being troubled by my sister and having a power outage, I stopped writing the script when I was less than half a thousand miles away. I thought I would be able to resume it soon, but I didn’t expect that after two hours, my phone’s battery was almost drained and it still hadn’t been restored. .

He had no choice but to climb into bed at nine o'clock. To be honest, he really couldn't sleep so early.

Qianliu let his sister lean into his arms and whispered to her.