I, Live Creation Wizard

Chapter 137 A Day in the Life of Future Cartoonist Xiaofeng

within the biological world.

Xiao Tie from the elf world is concentrating on studying the newly grown fruit.

Due to the different growing environments, the fruit may vary to a certain extent.

Fortunately, the tree fruit that just borne is not much different from the one in the elf world.

Xiaotie then began to look for metals suitable for making elf balls.

It needs to be hard and has good ductility.

"Boss, the wrists have sent a new batch of materials and put them in the warehouse." At this moment, the door of the research institute opened, and a boy with the same dark color walked into it.

This is the team configured for Xiaotie.

Lengtouqing, Xiaohu, who has blacksmithing skills.

Short videos related to poke balls have been fermented on the Internet before, and the poke ball department of Hongbai Company is working overtime almost every day.

The daily work of physical labor like Xiaohu is to forge iron, and I have heard repeated tests to find suitable materials for elves.

The production process of the poke ball is cumbersome, and there are more than a dozen kinds of materials involved.

Other subordinates in the department need to analyze the data of each experiment.

At the same time, study the space technology brought by Xiaotie from the world of elves.

It takes at least a month to make a finished product.

Xiao Tie rubbed his slightly sore head.

He still underestimated the difficulty.

After coming to the biological world, everything about the Poke Ball was built from scratch.

There are so many things involved that need to be managed.

Xiaotie walked out of the department and walked towards the warehouse.

"Poli." The arms that move materials in and out of the warehouse.

After seeing Xiao Tie, he greeted him with all his strength.

"Thank you." Xiao Tie led his subordinates to start selecting materials.

I have to work overtime again today.

They were busy chatting.

Xiao Tie couldn't help sighing:
"If we draw the process of making Poke Balls into cartoons, it will definitely become a hit."

Xiao Tie is actually a fan of comics.

He pays attention to the more famous comics on the market and follows them up.

But the biological world has been slow to develop such entertainment.

The comics industry is currently in a sunset situation with little fresh blood.

Xiaotie's words resonated with many subordinates.

"That's right, Boss, if the cartoon style and plot are better now, it will definitely become popular. Unfortunately, the cartoonists in our country are not very good at it."

"That's right. Those comic magazines used to do pretty well, but they've all gone bankrupt in recent years."

For Xiaotie's subordinates, comics can be regarded as part of their childhood.

It's just that when they grow up, the new generation no longer likes comics, or...their love of comics is not as good as that of Xiaotie's subordinate generation.

As a result, the comics gradually began to be lonely.

……

inside the classroom.

Dozens of students almost all clustered around the back of the classroom, passing something around.

There are exclamations from time to time.

"Xiaofeng, did you really draw this? It's so interesting!"

"Wow, this wonderful frog seed is so cute."

"Xiaofeng, will your comics be published? It must be popular! I will definitely support it."

"Xiaofeng, you are amazing. You have good academic performance and can draw manga." Many girls' cheeks were slightly red.

The students in the entire classroom were actually looking at a hand-drawn cartoon.

A thin ten-page manga was passed on repeatedly.

Xiaofeng scratched her head in embarrassment and smirked.

Originally, his heart was still full of apprehension, for fear that his comics would not be liked.

After seeing the performance of his classmates, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

From this point of view, his comics are still good.

Maybe I can really become an excellent cartoonist in the future.

Xiaofeng thought so.

After school.

Xiaofeng walked towards home with her schoolbag on her back.

On the way, classmates kept saying hello to him, which he rarely felt before.

A volume of more than ten pages of comics made him popular all of a sudden.

Xiaofeng likes this feeling very much, although he has always been a boring gourd image, in fact he is very eager for friends.

His steps couldn't help being cheerful, and a smile was on his face.

When passing by the elf store, he took out his VIP card and went in to buy some snacks from the seeds of the frog.

The little frog seed windmill at home must have been waiting for me.

But Xiaofeng was somewhat worried.

My parents wanted me to become a professor of genetics, but at the same time they opposed raising elves.

Very contradictory.

This is the same logic as wanting to be a veterinarian but not being able to keep small animals at home.

If it hadn't been for the Brilliant Frog Seeds being opened out of the blind box by myself, the family would not be so lively now.

I hope my parents can treat the little windmill well.

……

When you get home, the door opens.

"I'm back." Xiaofeng saw her mother sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching TV with a mask on when she entered the house.

"You're back." Xiaofeng's mother made a sound out of her nose as a response.

"There are apples on the table, eat them."

Xiaofeng walked to the living room, and there were only a few poor apples left on the plate, obviously leftovers.

He grabbed it and took a few bites, then quietly returned to the room.

"Little windmill." He lowered his voice, like a thief.

For fear of being heard by my mother who doesn't like elves.

He didn't want his mother to lose her temper again.

But I didn't get any response after calling for a long time.

Xiaofeng's heart sank.

Could it be that the little windmill was kicked out of the house?

For the first time in his life, he had the idea of ​​resistance in his heart.

With a gloomy face, he walked into the living room and said in a low tone, "Mom, have you seen the little windmill?"

But seeing his mother raised her head angrily, put her fingers to her lips, and squeezed out a sentence: "You brat has so many things when you come home, don't disturb the little windmill."

Xiaofeng was stunned, and then saw Xiao Fengche lying beside her mother, with a small mask on her face, her body heaving and falling, obviously falling asleep.

He rubbed his eyes, confused.

Looking at it like this, why does it feel like the little windmill has been integrated into the family?

Xiaofeng carefully sat down on the sofa, and accidentally made a noise on the way, and got another stare from her mother.

Only then did Xiaofeng realize that the TV was always muted.

In the past, my mother always turned up the volume.

Also, the facial mask that was applied to Xiao Fengche's face was also her mother's precious skin care product, so she just used it like this.

Omg.

Why is my treatment worse than that of elves.

Xiaofeng's heart should not only be happy or bitter.

Originally Xiaofeng wanted to share with Xiaofengche the good news that her comics were recognized, but now it seems...

It seems that I have to wait for the other party to wake up.

After Xiaofeng sat on the sofa for a while, he would rush to do his homework.

Sitting alone in an empty room, the feeling of loneliness hits.

At night.

Xiaofeng yawned, being aroused by the smell of food from outside, he couldn't help but walk out of the room.

Both mother and little windmill were busy in the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)