Zhang Wanlin was blank in his mind, thinking about who I am, where I am, where I am going, these three philosophical propositions.

After returning to his senses, she was already standing in front of Ning Mengjie.

Lu Shuai introduced: "His name is Zhang Wanlin, just like his name, he is destined to be ordinary.

He really wants to make friends with you.

Also, he also wants your contact information. "

Zhang Wanlin was embarrassed to disturb his head, not knowing what to say, it was acquiescence.

He was even more stunned than Zhao Hai.

Ning Mengjie smiled and looked at him: "I know you."

I still remember the snoring sound just now.

"Do you really want it?"

Zhang Wanlin nodded.

Like before, Ning Mengjie hesitated.

The phone number is the landline number at home, so I don’t tell others because of this.

Except for best friends, almost no one knows.

Ding ding ding, the class bell rang.

The students walked to their seats one after another. This is a Chinese class, so maybe they have to draw someone to recite.

Before leaving, Lu Shuai smiled and said, "It seems that someone is going to fail too."

"If you don't give it, then I will go first."

Zhang Wanlin will leave after talking.

Ning Mengjie suddenly stretched out her hand to hold him, "Wait."

Her hands are weak and boneless.

Zhang Wanlin looked back in surprise, and saw that she was quickly writing something on the palm of his hand with a pen.

Very itchy, and very lucky.

"All right.

This is my phone. "

Ning Mengjie said.

"Well, thank you."

For the first time, Zhang Wanlin felt so happy.

There is even an illusion, is she falling in love with herself at first sight?

possible.

possible.

During class, Zhao Hai almost stared out his eyes.

"That's right, she really gave you the phone number?

Why? "

"You don't have good looks, you don't have talent, and you're an otaku.

This world is really unfair. "

Seeing him belittle himself so much, Zhang Wanlin only said, "You get out of here!"

In addition to paying attention to Zhao Hai's one-month food package, he also cares that he has completed the task.

In other words, he currently has 10 points.

Quietly took out the phone and took a look, it really is.

It says.

"Congratulations on completing the task and earning +10 points."

In the afternoon, when I go home from school, I have to play a few ps4 games with my old sister as usual.

The older sister is 22 this year, and her name is Lin Yue. As she graduated early from school, she came out at the age of 21 and bought a three-bedroom, two-living apartment with her savings from drawing comics at school.

In any case, it can be considered young and promising.

Because of the perennial obsession with drawing comics at home, Zhang Wanlin became the only social object of the old sister.

Can you believe that such a beautiful sister has never been in love or pursued by many people?

Zhang Wanlin dare to believe it.

Playing games this day, Lin Yue was always absent-minded, and always lost in two-person combat.

This is not like her style. If it were in the past, she would definitely fight Zhang Wanlin personally.

So old and boring.

After winning another hand, Zhang Wanlin asked, "Sister, it seems that you have something on your mind today."

"Hey, yes."

Lin Yue sighed.

"It's not because of the comics serialized on Zhiwei Manke.

I am so big-headed that I can't think of the plot behind it. "

Lin Yue has been serializing the comic "Hot Blood Fight" on Zhiwei Manke since she was a big boy, and it became an instant hit, and now it's the fifth season.

She racked her brains to think about the story, but she was exhausted and she had no inspiration. Recently, due to the lack of updates, the editor has burned her eyebrows.

"If this continues, I can only give up this comic and reopen it.

But I don't want to do this. "

Lin Yue looked helpless, "God, save the child."

Zhang Wanlin likes watching his sister's "Hot-blood Fighting", and almost all students under the third year of high school are senior fans.

Zhao Hai would also ask Zhang Wanlin in advance about the subsequent plot of the **** fighting every weekend, wanting to see it first.

"Sister, don't give up, there must be a way."

Zhang Wanlin comforted.

"5555~ Zhang Wanlin, you are so kind."

Lin Yue hugged him and was so touched that she wept bitterly, "If you weren't there, I think I would have hanged myself."

As a well-developed sister, Lin Yue didn't seem to notice what this tight hug meant to Zhang Wanlin.

In short, make him blush.

"Alright, sister!"

Zhang Wanlin hurriedly pushed her away, "You should think about how to solve it first."

"Yeen! With the encouragement of my younger brother, the old sister was resurrected with full blood."

As soon as Lin Yue entered the study, the phone rang, God, the editor called.

In the past few days, even the soul is almost gone.

As soon as he pressed the answer, Lin Yue heard a burst of indiscriminate bombing.

"Lin Yue, what are you doing, don't you hurry up to hand in the manuscript?"

"Those fans in your hands are starting to make trouble."

"Have you realized the importance of things? You are a big ip. The first three seasons have been adapted into anime, and there is more likely to be a TV series later.

If you put such a good work on it, don't you want to change it, what are you trying to write? "

Lin Yue could only weakly say, "Well, I will hand in the paper tomorrow."

"This is the last day!"

Remind over there.

"If you don't hand it in, the editor-in-chief can say it, and your comic will be over."

Lin Yue sighed and hung up the phone, what else to do now, biting his head and drawing.

In the living room, only Zhang Wanlin played games alone, which was boring.

For the first time in an unprecedented way, I started to do homework.

There is not much homework today, so I should be able to finish it quickly.

Two hours later, Zhang Wanlin stretched out and finally got it done.

My stomach is so hungry.

"Sister, is it time to cook."

Zhang Wanlin went to the study room and shouted, and opened the door to take a look. Good guy, what is drawing cartoons? This sleeps soundly.

Holding a paintbrush persistently in his hand.

She is also tired enough.

Zhang Wanlin walked over as quietly as possible and picked up the first draft of her painting, which was only 3 pages long.

The story is almost the same as the previous article without any innovation, and it is even a bit boring to read all.

This is not like the old sister's style, it can be seen that it is really exhausted.

Usually his sister takes care of him, Zhang Wanlin can't help but think, can he help her sister this time?

But how can I help?

He doesn't know how to paint.

and many more.

Isn’t it redeemable on that phone?

He seems to have seen similar skills.

Zhang Wanlin quickly opened the sweet love on the phone.

The redemption malls are all commodities that can be redeemed with points.

One of them is written, painting technique A level, 10 points are required.

Zhang Wanlin didn't know what level A level was.

But something is better than nothing.

He happens to have ten points.

exchange.

"Whether to exchange for A-level painting technique?"

Prompted above.

"Yes!"

"The exchange was successful."

In an instant, Zhang Wanlin seemed to have a lot of knowledge in his mind.

Sketching, meticulous brushwork, oil paint...How to hook the line, how to be three-dimensional.

Others often need to learn things for several years, and his mind is crowded in an instant, all of which are fully understood.

Level A is already equivalent to my sister's current level, or higher.

It's literally.