Fast Time Travel: The Hypnotized Demon

It's only after nine o'clock, and Gao Li will come over in the afternoon.

Changle made some calculations and decided to finish the painting now.

Painting will attract a person's full attention. Ning Haige quietly put down the paper and pen, and walked behind Changle, but saw text scrolling rapidly on the computer screen.

"what is this?"

"It's a novel. The picture I want to draw is the protagonist of this novel. I found it by entering keywords based on the scenes and character names sent by the other party. Because she gave me plenty of time, I want to know more about this character." Changle's subordinates kept moving and said.

Ning Haige looked at the screen that was almost faded: "You remember?"

"Fortunately, the structure of the novel is very simple, and it is easy to extract the content, so I read it relatively quickly. If it is an obscure literary classic, it will not work. It takes hours to remember."

Ning Haige stopped talking.

As a top student, he felt the fatal blow from the god of learning.

Changle possesses spiritual consciousness, and these things can indeed be memorized with a single scan, but the text is in the computer, limited by the screen and the network, he can't read all the content at once, so he has to keep downloading.

After reading the full text, Changle naturally nestled into Ning Haige's arms, turned on the screen recording and live broadcast, picked up the board and began to upload pictures without drafts.

In this world, due to the strong existence of the Culture Committee (Cultural Management Committee), Huaguo attaches great importance to copyright, and all plagiarism and infringement will be strongly criticized and legally punished.

After Changle opened the painting live broadcast, the moment the live broadcast ends, Chaowang will directly extract it as his personal copyright record, including the paintings inside.

The live broadcast was started directly through Facebook, and the name of Changle has not been changed, so it is:

#painting·illustration#乐海长歌的直播室#

Changle didn't care how many people there were, and just started.

Apart from looking for a painter recently, Qinghai Lemon is obsessed with paddling and has no intention of writing.Due to the attention reminder, she knew about Changle's painting live broadcast immediately. There was not a chapter of pictures published in Changle's face blog, so she clicked in with excitement and anxiety.

From the very beginning, the gorgeous blue was continuously sprinkled by the paintbrush, from light blue to dark blue, just relying on superimposition, a piece of blue sky was outlined.

Then there is the intrusion of other colors, bursting out warm colors with each other, and after slowly settling down, it forms an indescribable thickness and aggressiveness.Amidst the splendor, the golden color of the mecha pierced the sky like a sharp knife, screaming in silence, becoming the supreme throne, willing to bear its master.

With wanton black hair and a tall and slender body, the man stood on the top of the mecha, illuminated by the light, his face could not be seen clearly, but danger rushed towards him.

A painting seems to be able to tell a story.

Qinghai Lemon held its breath.Others don't recognize it, but she recognizes it at a glance. This is the protagonist in her novel, the mecha genius of interstellar text, and the strongest blade in the alliance-Zack Blair.

This picture is exactly the scene where Sac stood under the sky and casually looked back after winning the mech competition!No one knows the hardships he has gone through, no one knows how much effort he has spent for this day, and no one knows how many times he was blocked by the enemy behind his back.

They only saw his glory, only his cruelty.His sweat, his efforts are all buried in darkness.

However, this painting seems to have opened up a corner for everyone.Sac Blair is no longer a pale five words, but a living person.A genius who should be praised and respected.

The indescribable shock and touch, even if it is blurred, Qinghai Lemon's sight cannot leave this painting.

until a male voice appeared.

"Huh, so there are already so many people?" The male voice scratched your eardrum like a feather, itching and tingling, "The next step is to deal with the details, the speed may be accelerated, and the eyes can't keep up. Well, the audience, Don't force yourself."

Fuck! !Is this Le Hai's voice? ! !

Before Qinghai Lemon recovered from the shock, she was dazzled by the speeding skills of the Great God again.

I saw that the plate on the screen was moved quickly, and it was still zoomed in one second, and the details here were processed and zoomed out for inspection in the next second, and then repeated.

Qinghai Lemon and the other 306 viewers were all in shock of "Look, God!"

[White Tower Spring v:

Fuck, there is still such an operation? ! 】

[I love swing:

The Great God Appeared Upstairs! ! 】

[One Wang Qingquan v:

Bye bye! !Boss, please accept me as an apprentice! ! 】

[Kuanmumu v:

Quanquanquan, you are too shameless! ! !The boss will not want an apprentice like you! !Boss, do you still need a leg pendant?The kind who can draw after passing the postgraduate entrance examination. 】

[Moths cannot fight a flame:

Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ What's going on today, all the masters in the painting world have come out? ! ! 】

Qinghai Lemon was frightened. Baita Chunchun, Yiwang Qingquan, and Chuan Mumu are all big names in the comics industry. Why, why did they all appear in the live barrage of a young newcomer? ! !

Under Changle's unconscious show off, the number of DuangDuangDuang characters in the live broadcast room increased rapidly, and by the time he took a moment to take a look, there were already more than 3000 people.

Some people also heard that the great gods showed off their skills, and some people heard that there are great gods haunting here, and some are fans of Baitachun and the others.

However, no matter who came in, they said that they were shocked.

It was an accident that the three of Baitachun came in.Baitachun first discovered this live broadcast room, he came in relatively early, Changle hadn't started to deal with the details, he clicked on it because of Changle's pure and unpretentious live broadcast room name, and then...

Then I couldn't get out.

#KneeGive you, please accept me as a disciple! #

The other two saw the news of Baitachun in the follow-up, so they also clicked in.

Then... and then I couldn't get out.

[Kashiki v: Coach, I want to learn this]

[White Tower Spring v: Coach: Learn what to learn!I want to learn too! 】

Chang Le glanced at the barrage at the top of the screen.

"Well... sorry, I don't accept apprentices."

Everyone: "..."

[Little sister in the pearl: Wocao! 】

[Be careful with you: mother of the nest? ! ! 】

[Weeds also have spring: This, this, this...is this the voice of the podcaster? ! ! ! 】

[White boat v: I'm a fan. From today on, I'm your little fan, okay? 】

[White Tower Spring v: God of the White Boat! ! 】

[Yi Wang Qingquan v: A polite change with one stone :)]

"What?" Chang Le said.

Shirakawa on the other side shook his hand, and the barrage sent out looked like this.

[White boat v: Do you lack leg accessories, the kind of ligsldi who can be cute, draw pictures, and warm the bed]

Chang Le's "Wow" clicked the barrage.

Baita and others said that they didn't expect you to be such a master of the white boat, you are so scheming! !We also want Le Hai Da Da Mo Da! !

In Changle's explosion, Changle painted the details.

Then, he started to draw the second picture.

#高产大神! ! #

#白塔大大, look at others, do you still have the nerve to delay the draft? ? ? #

Wherever Changle's paintbrush went, the barrage decreased, and almost everyone was immersed in the beautiful structure.

Until Changle is finished, you never know what the picture will look like in the end, but every moment of it is beautiful, every moment is brilliant, and every second is unparalleled.

No one made a sound, they were all fascinated by the transformed and beautiful world they witnessed with their own eyes.

At the end of the four pictures, Chang Le glanced at the quiet barrage strangely, didn't feel relieved, said hello to everyone, and then closed the live broadcast room: "I've finished drawing the list this time, then I...hey, I still have to advertise Is it?... I hope that everyone who likes me will pay attention to my face blog, and if you want a character design or illustration, you can hit me and eat right away, I will download it first."

□□Closely shutting down the live broadcast room, the barrage came back to life in a daze.

#What did I just do? #

[One Wang Qingquan v: The four high-definition color pictures, including the detailed processing, took less than two hours... let's not talk about it, let me pay attention first. 】

[White Tower Spring v: And no eraser was used in the whole process...]

No matter how the barrage exploded, Changle knocked Qinghai Lemon's private message.

[Le Hai Long Song:

Are you there?I have drawn four pictures. 】

[Qinghai Lemon v:

I made...]

Sending the original picture to Qinghai Lemon, Changle, who got the first pot of gold, happily smacked Ning Haige's face.

Ning Haige stared at the young man's moist lips for a few seconds, took a bite on it, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Chang Le touched her lips, dazed in a daze.

After dinner, Ning Haige and Chang Le exchanged lines again. Gao Li, a gold medal manager, is not easy to fool, he can only keep finding loopholes, for fear that the simple youth will be turned upside down by the high manager.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door.

Ning Haige opened the door, but Gao Li interrupted him before he could speak.

The first thing Gao Li did when he entered the house was to take the documents from his bag: "I brought you the contract of the show. After signing it, I will be registered with the show team. There are less than ten days before the start of the show. You..."

Seeing Gao Li raised his head and stopped, Ning Haige knew he saw Chang Le: "This is..."

Gao Li pushed aside Ning Haige who was standing in front of him, stepped in front of Chang Le in three steps at a time, took out his suit pocket and handed out a business card, with a smile on his cold and handsome face: "Hello!" I am Gao Li, Huang Yu's manager, and this is my business card."

Ning Haige: "..."

Changle: "...how are you?"

After understanding the situation, Gao Li finally recovered his image as a serious manager. After confirming that Chang Le was Ning Haige's friend, Gao Li took out two contracts without any doubts, and told them some precautions.

"...So Xiao Ning, you have to pay attention to these things, of course," Gao Li changed his tone, "Xiao Le doesn't have to worry about these things, you are a painter, you have to protect those hands well, no, no, you really don't need to worry about it." Just leave it to Ning Haige to do these things, believe me, if you stand there properly, fans will come rolling towards you..."

Ning Haige: "..."

When Changle took a nap and Ning Haige had a private conversation with Gao Li, Ning Haige let go of the question: "Changle seems to have narcolepsy."

This is what Ning Haige discovered in the past few days. Changle may fall asleep anytime and anywhere, which makes him very worried.But Changle himself is very optimistic, telling him that if he gets enough sleep, he can control it, and it's not a big problem.

However, Gao Li's focus was completely distorted: "What, narcolepsy? I didn't expect Xiao Le to look so healthy, so it turned out to be balabala... But this is also easy to make fans feel bad, so the character design can be like this and that balabala..."

Ning Haige: "...Didn't you disagree with me letting Chang Le participate?"

"That was at the beginning, I was afraid that you would be deceived, but now," Gao Li pushed his glasses, scanning Ning Haige up and down, a white light flashed across the lens, "You have such a good looks, such a figure? You, I am more worried that he will be cheated by you. "

Ning Haige: "..."

"By the way, let me tell you that when the show starts, there will definitely be many people watching Xiao Le, you must protect him well..."

"It's getting late, Brother Li."

"Huh? Didn't you say to keep me..." for dinner?

Ning Haige pushed Gao Li out of the door: "Let's go, don't send me off."

The door was closed with a "bang" before Gao Li's eyes.

Gao Li: "..." This brat.