The next day, Ye Hao applied for leave from school on the pretext that he had to study at home.
It was only two to three months away from the college entrance examination. There was no longer any knowledge to be learned in school. It was just revision and revision, and then doing the papers. Students could do these things at home.
Many students chose to apply for leave from school to study at home. Families with the means spent money to find tutors for private tutoring. Ye Hao wasn't the first to apply for leave, so the teachers didn't pay much attention to it.
In the tense third year of high school, Ye Hao's disappearance in class didn't attract anyone's attention except Bei Weiwei.
Looking at Ye Hao's empty seat, Bei Weiwei felt an indescribable sense of loss. She didn't even want to play games anymore.
Although she had heard from the teacher that Ye Hao had to study at home, she was still a little worried.
"Is it because of me that Ye Hao didn't come?”
Bei Weiwei couldn't help but wonder if her parents had called Ye Hao privately.
Thinking of this, Bei Weiwei suddenly thought of many scenes from romance novels, where a rich girl and a poor boy fell in love and were forcefully separated by their parents.
"Bah! Bah! Bei Weiwei, what are you thinking? You're not dating him! How shameless!"
As soon as this thought appeared, Bei Weiwei's face turned red.
She knew her mother's personality. She doted on her very much. No matter what it was, as long as she promised her, she would do it.
Since she had already agreed to meet Ye Hao for a talk, she wouldn't call Ye Hao in advance to complain.
Rubbing her hair in annoyance, Bay sighed slightly, put away her phone, took out her book, and started revising.
Since she couldn't think of any other reason for Ye Hao's absence, she would just take it that he was working hard for the college entrance examination. She couldn't fall behind either.
……
"Sister Feng, look here. You need to use the brush like this to highlight the image of the character..."
In Ye Hao's home, he was standing beside Feng Yu and guiding her in drawing.
The bedroom was already littered with sketches. These were all drawn by Feng Yu.
After Ye Hao took a leave of absence, he had been teaching Feng Yu how to draw comics at home.
There were many styles in the manga, and it was impossible to teach Feng Yu all of them in a short period of time. Therefore, Ye Hao only chose the Japanese manga Dragon Ball style to teach her.
After finishing the draft in her hand, Feng Yu picked it up and read it over and over again. Her beautiful face revealed a trace of pride as she turned to Ye Hao and said,""How is it? Have you reached the standard you requested?”
She was holding a picture of Wukong turning into a super match. Whether it was the composition, the details of the environment, or the fullness of the characters, it was impeccable.
Ye Hao took the draft and looked at it, then nodded and said with a smile,""Yes, very good. Now you can try to draw the plot yourself.”
Hearing Ye Hao's praise, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel happy.
In the past week, she had been learning the drawing skills of manga from Ye Hao day and night. Her hands were tired from drawing. It was rare for her to be so focused on something. This was the first time.
However, her hard work paid off. The results of her efforts were also amazing. Now, she had reached the level that Ye Hao had requested.
"Although I'm not an art major, my talent in painting isn't just for show," said Feng Yu proudly. Although the drawing method of manga was different from traditional drawing, it was still the same.”
As she spent more time with Ye Hao, her personality had become more cheerful than before. After all, she no longer had to worry about the miscellaneous troubles in the eSports circle, so her mood was naturally relaxed.
"Yes, yes, yes. What kind of person is my Sister Feng? She's a genius.”
Ye Hao smiled helplessly and agreed. However, Feng Yu rolled her eyes at him. Compared to this demon, Feng Yu did not have any confidence.
"Draw the first chapter in the next two days and try submitting it.”
"Yes, alright."
……
A week later.
Feng Yu returned home with a tired face.
Ye Hao poured her a glass of cold water and asked,""Sister Feng, how was the submission?"
He handed the Dragon Ball submission to Feng Yu, while he stayed at home to train and revise.
The newspapers and magazines in this world did not seem to be able to accept stories in the form of comics.
No matter how much potential Dragon Ball had, it would be a waste if it could not be published.
Feng Yu put down the cup and sighed."Don't mention it. I've invested in more than ten newspaper and magazine companies these past few days, but none of them were willing to publish Dragon Ball in their newspapers and magazines. They said that it was a child's doodling, childish, and not qualified to be published in newspapers and magazines.”
By the end of her sentence, Feng Yu's face was already filled with anger. It was no wonder that she was so angry. How could she not be angry when an excellent work like Dragon Ball was accused of being a child's doodle?
Manga was a brand new art style that had just appeared, so it was normal for people to not accept it.
There were many thousand-li horses in the world, but very few people could recognize them.
Ye Hao thought for a while and said,""In that case, we'll publish it ourselves! They don't like comics, so I'm not willing to give them any benefits!”
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