Chapter 667: : Public opinion (on)

"Fame has been paid."
"Comics side skill level has been improved!"
"Fame has been paid."
"Comics side skill level has been improved!"
...
There are 3 similar information prompts.
Xia Yu didn't look at how much reputation was consumed. After the Sapporo tournament, the reputation was temporarily in a state that was difficult to exhaust and was continually replenished. Unless he brained, he converted all the reputation into taboo ingredients in one go. Otherwise, there is no need to worry about the drying up of the reputation pool.
"what!"
There was a hint of pain in his head.
It has been a long time since I awakened the gastronomical cells, mastered the "qi", and had no physical body. This is enough to show how horrible the information flow that Xia Yu used to draw the comic side painting skills to purple and instantly poured into his head.
After a while, the binocular became clear.
"It turns out that the comics have so many skills!" Xia Yu rubbed his eyebrows. How to say, he felt like he was in his memory and was squeezed into a cartoonist career. In the past, his painstaking research on cooking seemed to become a line. , The split mirror and the design experience of each live character.
Standing quietly for a while, there are always lines of human body twisting in front of you, this is a strong practical mind!
There is no digital drawing board for the work of modern cartoonists.
There is no charcoal pen for sketching.
Going to the living room on the second floor, turning over the boxes and closing the cabinets, I finally found an ordinary pencil and a few pieces of ordinary white paper, which were spread on the cleanly wiped table. Xia Yu began to write.
Not copying, but mapping the image in the brain to the paper, in other words, improvisation.
For beginners, it is generally acceptable to draw a rough outline of the body within 5 minutes. Xia Yu held the pen, regardless of whether the posture was correct or not, how comfortable it came, just after writing the pen, the finger was still relatively stiff, the thickness of the line drawn was not uniform, but only a few strokes, the original slow writing Show to Yuanrun...
ten minutes later.
"Snapped!"
Throwing away the pencil, Xia Yu looked at the characters on the paper and pressed his chin, slightly expressionless.
A man dressed in ancient clothes, long, with a red band on his head fluttering, holding a kitchen blade, with a focused, determined and expressive look, isn't it the Chinese pig-leg Liu Pengxing?
"It's okay to look at it carefully. There are a lot of problems in looking at it carefully!"
Xia Yu sighed.
Just like buying kitchen skills books, any skill, the system is only to provide basic achievements, in order to enter the higher realm of fire, you must practice.
The basics of painting, from lines, to human body structure, human dynamics, as well as clothing, colors, scenes, mirrors, etc., Xia Yu can say that he has mastered it, but he can write it down in practice. He is now like a closed-door practice basic sword. For decades, the hidden world swordsman who just came down the mountain always felt that the inner skill mentality that guided the solid skills...
"Practice a few more pictures!"
This time, Xia Yu intends to indent the scene in the store into a split mirror. He looks at the table and chair settings, and looks at half a lie not far away, staring at his big cat with amber eyes, writing Writing is very smooth.
Xia Yu's own practice method is no big deal, and then ask the system to trace back the memory and remember the ocean to recall the previous world, the classic works and masterpieces that I have seen.
In a word-
Read more, write more!
...
That evening, Tokyo.
British diplomat's mansion, bedroom.
Yinglili raised his head from the workbench, put a pen and stretched his waist: "The third manuscript finally came out! It was so bad!"
Dudu!
The mobile phone in the pocket of the sportswear came with a message prompt, and when it bounced, it kept ringing.
God horse situation?
The ignorant Yingli pear opened, and it turned out to be the 1ine social group. This group is equivalent to the Yingli pear, because the members in it all have the same identity as her-
Fan painter!
"Wow, watch the news!"
"You just saw it? Why didn't Mr. Kubo stay at home, conceive his works, and go to that shopping street to do what!"
"Want to taste Chef Xia's craftsmanship? But, Mr. Kubo, who looks at the picture, has a ugly face, should he eat closed door soup? Also, Xia's restaurant is not yet open for business, no matter who goes!"
Within the group, it was a discussion about Kusho Ryusuke, a great man in the comics industry. Someone posted a newsletter, and Yinglili opened it, and finally understood the causes and consequences.
She laughed inwardly.
Behind closed doors?
Isn't this normal? Without an appointment, rushing to the door is to cause trouble for others!
Just as the fan painter community exploded, the mysterious group owner also bubbled:
"There is accurate news!"
"Mr. Kubo came to the door, not to try Chef Xia's craftsmanship, but to discuss cooperation! The subject of Mr. Kubo's next work has been determined-the food is bloody!"
boom!
The news was no different from a deep-water bomb, and the community was silent for a moment, more lively than before.
"No wonder! But Chef Xia... refused Teacher Kubo?"
"Sure! Look at Mr. Kubo's complexion, poof..."
"Are you gloating? As I said, it was the celebrity chef's tail that swelled up after the Sapporo game and swelled! Mr. Kubo's olive branch was rejected!"
Soon, the community split into two factions and evolved into a screaming battlefield, the group owner had to make a forbidden speech.
Yinglili couldn't laugh anymore.
bad!
The community banned, and there were discussions on Twitter and other online forums. Yingli immediately hurriedly opened the laptop. Sure enough, but wherever there was this news, it was very noisy. She turned to Xia Yu’s personal social platform. The situation is here. Even more horrible, the fan camp has sharpened their swords, and has already put on a big battle!
"No, Erina!"
So, Yinglili called his close friend for the first time.
Probably at dinner time.
Xia's restaurant.
Zhu Qing is responsible for supper. In the open kitchen, she hums the Chinese folk tune, not a spatula, but a pair of silver chopsticks. She uses the chopsticks to stir the dishes in the pan.
On the storefront, writing almost all day, a stack of thick sheets of paper was stacked on the desktop, Xia Yu threw away the last small piece of pencil in his hand and frowned: "Another pencil is gone!"
"Aunt Qing, are you all right?" He turned his head and shouted, touching his belly.
"Hurry up, sit down for me!"
Click!
At this time, there was an urgent braking sound from the shop door, and a black car suddenly stopped outside. Xia Yu looked at the pair of golden-haired girls who hurriedly entered the door and stunned.
Then he clapped the table and said to one of the golden girls with a smile: "Yinglili, you are equivalent to a self-published Internet cafe? Uh, so anxious...?"
The girl is definitely in a hurry to go out~EbookFREE.me~ The signature double ponytails are not well tied, and a golden cape is scattered on the shoulders of the green sportswear.
Strangely, the upper body is obviously sportswear, but the lower body is a blue-black uniform skirt with black pantyhose. The slender and straight legs are so thin. They are in contact with the air near December.
"Big, big things are bad!"
Without responding to Xia Yu's jokes, the girl's hands slammed on the table, breathless, her face flushed, and she looked tight at him.
"Ok?"
Xia Yu was equally anxious, biting her thumb when she entered the shop, and a trace of blame was given to Ding Ding, who looked at Rina.
　　
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