As a fan of "Blood Fighting", the latest issue always appears in his hands.

He has a plot of his own for a long time, but he doesn't have any drawing skills, so he can only bury it in his heart.

Since my sister can't draw it, it's okay to try his.

Thinking like this, Zhang Wanlin took out a part of the manuscript paper and picked up the pen, came out of the study, and sat in the living room.

It's almost 8 o'clock in the evening and I haven't eaten yet. Seriously, I'm very hungry.

But Zhang Wanlin was filled with passion.

He spread the paper, like a solemn ceremony.

A lot of inspiration swarmed in, urging him to write eagerly.

The strokes of the pen are flowing and flowing, fast and beautiful.

His focused look, his eyes filled with divine light.

A person leaped on the paper, and they danced between the papers as if they were alive.

In the dead of night, the quiet room only made the sound of the pen tip sliding on the paper.

As time passed slowly, one piece of paper was put aside, forming a thick stack.

In a blink of an eye, it was 10 o'clock, and Zhang Wanlin was still focused as usual, even more excited than he started.

The more he writes, the more thoughts he will have, which instructs him to continue to paint and hurry up.

It seems that he is no longer painting, but a story is being painted by his hand.

Lin Yue slept for a while and got up, squinted at the time, and yelled damnly.

"It's 10 o'clock!"

"Damn! Why did you fall asleep!"

"This has to be delivered tomorrow, how can it be too late."

I really regret it.

Thinking about the plot just now, it turned out to be thinking about falling asleep, this is really wrong.

She quickly found her paintbrush, only to realize that her paintbrush was missing. Not to mention, the manuscript paper was also lost by more than half.

No reason.

what happened?

She flipped through the drawers under the desk, and there was nothing.

Wondering.

At this moment, Lin Yue clearly heard a faint rustle.

From the living room.

She walked out of the study curiously and saw a figure sitting at the dining table, drawing intently.

I have never seen Zhang Wanlin so focused.

He focused as if he had a different kind of charm, especially those eyes, shining brighter than the stars.

Is this still her brother?

Lin Yue couldn't help but think so.

She quietly approached, standing behind Zhang Wanlin, he didn't even know it.

The brush in his hand is non-stop, fast and precise. Every point and every line seems to have been carefully outlined in his mind for a long time before writing. It is perfect. One more point will be flawed, and one less point will be incomplete.

When will this kid paint?

Moreover, she draws better than her little accomplished cartoonist.

Originally, Lin Yue was going to frighten this younger brother with a yell, but after seeing this, she calmed down instead of not wanting to disturb.

She picked up a thick stack of manuscript paper next to it.

These are the missing manuscripts in the study.

What are they all painted?

With doubts, Lin Yue looked one by one, and the more she looked at it, the more she couldn't stop, her heart seemed to be fettered by the story inside, although this was only a draft, without any coloring or modification, etc.

But there is no doubt that it is so interesting, which opened up the depression that she could not think of in the past.

Zhang Wanlin not only continued the previous plot, but also continued very well, very well.

I have been thinking about it for several weeks, but I don’t know how much better the three-page plot has been drawn out.

In a short time, Lin Yue finished watching.

I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Repeatedly asked myself in my heart, is this really my own brother?

Yes, it is.

She took out the paintbrush from the study and sat opposite Zhang Wanlin, filling in the background and other details on the manuscript paper drawn for him.

If anyone knows that a manga artist who knows the dignity of Manke will beat someone up, they will definitely be shocked from ear to ear.

It was 12 o'clock soon.

Zhang Wanlin has only finished painting now, and his fingers are a bit painful because of holding the pen for a long time.

Lin Yue skilfully snatched the last piece of manuscript paper from his hand, went through the plot first, repeatedly said it was good, and started writing again.

When did the old lady sit in front of her?

Zhang Wanlin couldn't help being surprised.

Why didn't he find out at all.

He must have seen all of his paintings just now, so how should I explain it?

You know, before that, his talent for painting was almost 0...After finishing the last page of coloring, Lin Yue happily put the pen on the table and walked in front of Zhang Wanlin, with a slight tick at the corner of his mouth. There was a smirk of conspiracy.

"Well, when did my brother become a cartoonist?"

"And the painting is better than my sister."

"What has actually happened?"

Zhang Wanlin was speechless.

Could it be said that it was redeemed through a mobile phone credit?

It can't be done.

"Hmph! You have such a good technique, I don't even know it, you hide it deep enough.

Sister should punish you well! "

The next moment, before Zhang Wanlin's head turned, Lin Yue rushed over like a little leopard.

"Sister, listen to me to explain."

Brother and sister, chase me and run away.

In the end, Zhang Wanlin still did not escape the clutches of the old sister and was thrown onto the sofa.

The posture of his sister riding on him was slightly ambiguous.

In front of Zhang Wanlin, she never thought that she was still a girl.

She couldn't manage that much anyway.

"Brother~" Lin Yue smiled and brought her face closer, her hair drooping, "Or you don't want to go to school in the future, and you just mix with your sister. You are so good at drawing comics, are you worried about making money?"

As a result of overcoming the current problem, Lin Yue is really in a good mood.

"No!"

Zhang Wanlin said, "I will be admitted to a good university in the future."

"just you.

It's not that I hit you, your grades can support the wall. "

"That's because I haven't worked hard yet."

Gu Gu Gu... The two stomachs screamed at the same time.

Lin Yue got off Zhang Wanlin and pulled the **** his short coat.

"Since you did a big favor to my sister, let's talk, I will cook whatever you want to eat."

This is unprecedented.

Zhang Wanlin said, "Then get some boiled pork slices, braised pork, Kung Pao chicken and..." I ordered a dozen of them in total.

"I'll order so few first, after all, you can't do it alone."

Lin Yue walked into the kitchen and said, "Oh, I want a braised beef noodle soup, right?" "..." Zhang Wanlin knew how the elder sister who is so bad at cooking can only cook and eat. Instant noodles.

"Then add some greens."

"Haole, guest officer~" Lin Yue couldn't wait to send the manuscript the next day.

Then sit in a chair and wait for news.

Now I recall the paintings by Zhang Wanlin, which are really delicious and profound.

This made her think of many interesting plots.

Her eyes suddenly lighted up. Wouldn't it be more powerful if she let her younger brother join in?

Before half an hour, the editor called.

This is in my memory, but the first time I made a phone call so fast.