Marshal Sand Sculpture secretly photographed me every day

On the way back, Pangpang nestled in a corner and shut himself up. Shen Yao looked at its side, full of thoughts.

The flight cabin shuttled between the stars silently. After a while, Shen Yao put some fish food on his fingers and quietly fed them into the water.

Cheng Ran gave him a strange look.

In the past, Shen Yao would feed directly into the water, but this time, for some reason, he actually put his finger directly into the water.

The index finger waved in front of his eyes. Cheng Ran originally had a bad appetite because of the injection, but as a result, he smelled an inexplicable and alluring aroma.

Cheng Ran couldn't hold back, and took a small bite.

After the fish ate, a strange warm current surged from the tail to the top of the head, and Cheng Ran flicked his tail subconsciously and comfortably.

This new fish food was specially designed for Pang Pang to transform into a human after the laboratory detected an abnormal mutation just now.

Shen Yao looked at Pang Pang, who was enjoying himself so much, and pondered: "Can you really change people?"

Cheng Ran was almost choked to death by the fish food.

He hastily swallowed the fish food and raised his head, trying to express his innocence with fish eyes.

Shen Yao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

When he first learned that Pang Pang can transform into a human, Shen Yao was still a little flustered, but thinking about it carefully, Pang Pang has always shown a different intelligence from other pets. He thought it was a species relationship before, but now it seems that it may be Pang Pang. Fat evolves faster.

The left and right are all my own fish, so it's no big deal if I really want to change people.

Shen Yao put one hand on his chin, tapped his index finger regularly, and felt at ease.

He poked his chubby belly with a smile on his face: "Speaking of which, I don't know whether you are male or female."

——If it's a male, it's easier to raise it after changing into a human being, but if it's a female, it's a little troublesome.

Cheng Ran: ...

"Slender and slender, with pointed pectoral fins, of course I'm male!"

Shen Yao suddenly heard a strange baby voice.

Shen Yao's body trembled, and his first reaction was to look around. However, there was not much space in the flight cabin, and he could see the end at a glance—there was no one else.

After saying this, the baby voice fell silent again.

Shen Yao twisted his neck back stiffly, and his eyes fell on the fat body.

An incredible idea came to his mind.

The air suddenly froze, Shen Yao pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, and tentatively said: "Fatty, I'll feed you an extra meal tonight, it's supper."

"Okay, okay."

The baby voice sounded cheerfully.

Shen Yao was silent.

The pronunciation of that baby voice is soft, the words are slurred, and the ending of each word is very short, as if it has the meaning of acting like a baby.

It sounds a bit like a child's voice, buzzing.

Shen Yao licked the tips of his teeth, full of interest.

Chubby groaned and swayed there for a while, then he turned around suddenly as if he suddenly realized something, staring at Shen Yao with a pair of fish eyes in horror.

"You won't...can you hear me?" The baby's voice was intermittent, sounding a little scared and hesitant.

Shen Yao showed a smirk slowly: "Congratulations, you can talk."

Fatty's eyes widened even wider, and it was obvious that he hadn't recovered from his daze.

Shen Yao smiled and said, "We have spent the last penny of our family's savings to treat you just now. It just so happens that you can talk, and we can go to the streets to perform. Sing a song, coupled with the butt-twirling dance you practiced earlier ..."

Cheng Ran couldn't bear it anymore: "That's called seaweed dance!"

Shen Yao changed his words and changed his words to be kind: "Okay, Seaweed Dance. Sing and dance at the same time. In short, the burden of supporting the family will be entrusted to you."

Cheng Ran's thinking was taken away for a moment, and he fantasized in his mind that he was singing "Seaweed, Seaweed, Seaweed" while twisting his belly...

So hot eyes!

Anger made him forget his fear, and Cheng Ran spoke in a coquettish baby voice, and complained fiercely: "You are a marshal, how can you have no money? You are too embarrassing to ask for a fish to feed you!"

Shen Yao's eyes gradually became dangerous: "Oh? Marshal? You know a lot."

Cheng Ran suddenly froze in place.

Shen Yao moved the fish tank to the same level as his line of sight, and met a certain fish: "Come on, tell me, what else do you know?"

A fat and cowardly voice sounded: "No more, I don't know anymore."

Shen Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said threateningly: "Do you know how many ways the military department can make a person... or a fish speak?"

Cheng Ran, who was opening his eyes wide and pretending to be silly, suddenly became interested, blinking his eyes curiously: "How many kinds?"

Shen Yao was choked, and knocked on the fish tank seriously: "That's not important, what's important is, how did you know that I'm the marshal?"

Cheng Ran: "Oh."

Shen Yao leaned back against the back of the chair, put his palms crossed in front of him, assumed the posture of interrogating a prisoner, and said in a low tone, "It's fruitless to be cute, be honest."

Cheng Ran: "Hmm."

Shen Yao was about to be laughed out of anger: "Don't pretend to be stupid, speak well."

Cheng Ran vowed to pretend to the end: "Yeah, blah, blah, blah."

(Suddenly stopped talking.)

Shen Yao sneered, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Oh, can you still turn off your speaking function? You can speak when you want to answer, but not when you don't want to answer?"

Cheng Ran was aggrieved: "Whoa, whoa, whoa."

——Anyway, it's up to you to say what you say, and I will lose if you speak!

……

Just as Shen Yao and Fatty saw each other, Lu Jiheng suddenly received a strange order.

"Help me find a cartoonist and draw a murloc."

Lu Jiheng scratched his head inexplicably, and asked, "What kind of fish? Yours? Is it a human or a fish?"

Shen Yao's order was as domineering and unreasonable as ever: "It's the kind that's half-human, half-fish. Anyway, you can do it as you see fit, as long as it's cute."

Lu Jiheng: "...Is that what you think is cute, or what everyone thinks is cute?"

Shen Yao: "Is there a difference?"

Lu Jiheng chuckled, the difference is huge!

Shen Yao didn't seem to have much confidence in his own taste, so after a while, he added one: "Everyone thinks it's cute."

Lu Jiheng pondered for a moment, then agreed: "All right."

Anyway, he is Party A, and when the time comes, he will throw this request at the cartoonist's head. There should always be someone who can satisfy the request of Shen Yao, the marshal of the turtle.

Shen Yao: "By the way, by the way, you can investigate the entertainment industry and ask about the general routine of hype."

Lu Jiheng suddenly became interested: "What? Why are you asking this? Which starlet do you like?! And what about that white and tender military student you were before?"

Shen Yao was speechless for a long time, and finally pulled a little patience from the corner to him, and explained one more sentence: "After the murloc is set up, you use this routine to fry it out of the circle."

Lu Jiheng: ...

Is this boss out of his mind?

Let a virtual character debut?

Lu Jiheng thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was full of weirdness, and finally he asked a question with uneasiness: "Boss, you are drawing manga and getting out of the circle, what exactly do you want?"

Shen Yao's next message took a long time to reply.

"Prepare early for the fat transformation."

The moment Lu Jiheng saw it, he subconsciously rolled his eyes—this old straight man really wanted to be fat.

After a while, he suddenly woke up: "What the hell?! Who wants to transform?!"

What he replied was a fat genetic test report freshly released by the laboratory.

……

Thousands of meters away, Xu Peigeng checks in Marshal's star network account every day, and regrets to find that today is another day without fat.

He refreshed his attention status without interest, and suddenly, he saw a new message in Huashou circle.

"@圆圆去哪周工作室: I received an order today, and I am in urgent need of a painter. The salary is generous. Those who have experience in comics are welcome to contact me."

The orders of Yuanyuan Qunar Studio are usually high quality, high remuneration, and have a good reputation in the circle.

Xu Peigeng, who has been in the fandom of novels for many years, stared at it for three seconds, remembering the few hundred stars left in his account, and immediately sent a private message to the studio.

By the way, I attached the fan pictures I once drew.

After a few hours, the studio sent him a reply letter, and also sent the client's request.

The customer's request is only a few dozen words in total, which is ridiculously simple——

"Half man, half fish, male, in his early 20s, lively and cute, sunny and handsome, everyone loves him."

Xu Peigeng:? ? ?

What kind of creature is half-man, half-fish?

What about the character's appearance, hair color, lip color, pupil color, height and shape?

There is no requirement for appearance, but you need to be lively, cute, sunny and handsome, and even cute?

Although I don't know who the client is, this is definitely the most hated type of Party A in the painting circle - the details are vague, but the implicit requirements are even higher!

Xu Peigeng endured the desire to complain, scrolled down, and saw the reward this time.

Suddenly, I understood why the studio took this order.

Xu Peigeng stared blankly at the string of numbers, and began to count: one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, million...

Xu Peigeng:! ! !

What calls for turtle hair?What is vague?

unimportant!

With this number, he can draw ten versions for clients a day!

Xu Peigeng immediately opened the fat photo, trying to find the murloc's inspiration.

The plump, agile and lively figure appeared on the screen, instantly dissipating Peipei's inspiration.

Xu Peigeng: ...It's too difficult to draw Pangpang as a cute person!

However, when it comes to the cuteness of the sun, Xu Peigeng can't help but think of a figure in his mind.

So, Cheng Ran, who had just returned to the human body, opened his eyes and opened his brain, and saw the message from Xu Peigeng among a series of messages from Shen Yao.

Peipei: "Of course, I'm rich hahahaha! After class in the afternoon, let's go out and have a meal!"

Cheng Ran readily agreed: "Okay."

Peipei: "Hey, let's talk about the murlocs by the way."

Fish, people? ! !

Cheng Ran stayed on the bed.After a while, he hiccupped in fright, terrified and dazed——

When he wakes up, why does the whole world know that he is a fish demon?