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"In other words," Xiaoniao You Chun ruminated Ji Si's words in her heart and straightened out her thinking: "Next time we will submit our articles directly to Mengwenshe?"

"No, to be precise, it's weekly Gioe. Although it may be taken seriously if you directly invest in Mengwenshe, it's safer to invest in someone who is responsible for this."

Ji Si shook his head and said, then compared V's gesture: "So now we have two choices."

"What?" Xiaoniao You Chun was stunned, not knowing what he meant.

"The first choice is to take out the comic that I submitted to the Newcomer of the Young I. It will be fine to directly submit the article. After all, if the Newcomer is not selected, your comic copyright has nothing to do with the Heroes Club. I didn't recommend doing that before because if one manuscript is submitted in the same club, it is easy to be treated as a cheating person by the staff to put it on the blacklist."

Ji Si explained to Xiaoniao You Chun: "If you invest in other companies, there will naturally be no such problem."

"What about another option?" asked Xiaoniaoyou.

"The other one is to draw a brand new comic." Ji Si replied: "But it seems that you are having a difficult childbirth, I suggest choosing the first one, after all, it's more worry-free..."

"If there is no problem in choosing the first one directly, you won't say there are two choices, right?"

But beyond Ji Si's expectations, Xiaoniao You Chun did not directly choose the option to be lazy, but asked keenly.

"Well, although it's not a big problem..." Ji Si scratched his face: "Simply put, if you can successfully debut or even publish a single-book with your previous manuscript, but someone has dug out the original work that was not selected by the Young IC Newcomer Award, there will be some public opinion storm, which is also a kind of black material."

"Why! 'You like to ignore it today, but you can't stand it tomorrow' shouldn't be a slap in the face that makes people say they are refreshing! The public will only think they like it!"

The little bird You Chun said dissatisfied.

"That has to be based on the premise of 'can't afford to climb'. Do you think your previous comics can become popular to the point of phenomenon?" Ji Si said calmly.

“Um…”

Even if Xiaoniaoyou favors his efforts, he can't say that the comic he submitted before, which combines warm daily life and pornographic jokes, can be so popular that it is phenomenal.

It is better to say that the comic itself has certain requirements for readers' radio waves. If you can match the radio waves, you can definitely feel a lot of fun in the work. If you can't match the radio waves, it will be just an ordinary funny comic.

"My judgment is that your comic should be barely considered ‘popular’, and there will be a group of hardcore fans who can get good reviews within a certain range, but it is still far from being truly ‘popular’ works."

Seeing that the girl realized this, Ji Si continued: "Xionghe is the largest comic publishing house in Japan. She will not regret missing a comic with such achievements. The public opinion will only tend toward you, the weak at the beginning. After a while, the Mengwen Society was regarded as a "broken junk" to lower its evaluation."

"That's okay with me, right?" Xiaoniao You Chun said depressedly, pouting.

"It does have nothing to do with you... But do you think there are so many rational people in this world? After being criticized, more people will subconsciously shirk the reasons for criticism to others. Even if they can't, they will find a culprit." Ji Si spread his hands and said, "Who do you think that at that time, the people within the Mengwen Society would vent their anger to?"

"Woo..." Xiaoniao You Chun already understood what Ji Si meant, but even so, she was still stubborn: "Can they still drive away the serialized authors in their magazines because of that kind of public opinion!"

"Of course it will not be enough to drive away. Even the editor in charge of yours will comfort you and not care about the public opinion on the Internet..." Ji Si said seriously, "But there are as many disgusting methods as there are. As long as the promotional resources are slightly tilted, the multimedia project of the work will be slightly extended, and the number of pages serialized will be reduced by one or two pages in each issue. In the end, your popularity will naturally drop. When it comes to the halving, you will have to be cut in half."

"Mm..." Xiaoniaoyou's face wrinkled into a ball in distress, looking a little funny.

But Ji Si didn't mean to laugh, but continued: "Of course, all the above just happened 'possible', and nothing happened. Your comic was serialized for more than ten years and finally ended in a reputation. So no matter how you choose, I will support you."

"landlord……"

Xiao Biyou looked at Ji Si in tears: "Why are you so nice to me!"

"Because I am the first reader of Teacher Xiaoniaoyou." Ji Si replied with a gentle smile.

After all, you haven't even read your own single book...

Xiaoniao You Chun obviously didn't know Ji Si's thoughts, but his eyes were even more moved.

[The favorable index of Xiaoniao You Chun has risen by 1 point, and the favorable index is now 89]

"I'll choose the second one!" She stood up with great enthusiasm, stepped on the low table, clenched her fist and said loudly: "Since the original comics cannot avenge me, I will produce better works and make some achievements. After becoming a popular cartoonist, I will go to the Xiongyingshe to show them, 'Look, this is the little cartoonist you didn't even look down on newcomers'!"

"Oh, that's really exciting."

Ji Si smiled and applauded, then said, "But can you really go out and say such words to strangers?"

“Gu——!”

The girl who was shot down by his heartfelt words quickly faded away like a pierced balloon.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Who made her a social terror...

However, even though it was forced to cool down by Ji Si, the inspiration buff obviously did not disappear. Xiaoniao You Chun once again devoted herself to the fight with the original manuscript.

Ji Si also got a hand-painted board from Xiaobivou that she no longer used.

The next day, Ji Si took a hand-painted board and planned to pick it up on the old computer in the event room of the News Department to try it out if it could be used.

“Huh?”

But on the way to school, he saw some students carrying student union armbands running around the residential area, as if distributing something.

If you get a little closer, you can roughly hear the conversation between the students and nearby residents.

"After the Golden Week, it will be the Academy Cultural Festival of the Eighth High School. I hope you can support it and come to the Cultural Festival to experience the youth and vitality of the Eighth High School!" The student handed the leaflet to the Mediterranean old man in front of him.

Although the distance is a bit far and the content on the flyer is not clear, judging from the layout and layout, it is undoubtedly a picture of the president's Bunny Girl who was written by himself.

Ji Si couldn't help but be surprised: I actually copied so many copies in one day and began to spread to the surrounding area. Are the people in the student union moving so quickly?

"Hey, I'm so old, so forget about cultural sacrifice..." The kind old man subconsciously accepted the leaflet and refused.

Then he accidentally glanced at the picture on the flyer, and a trace of light appeared in his turbid eyes: "Hehe, this guy... what's on this painting is..."

"I am the president of our student union!" said the student union member with great respect.

"Nani, so sensational...ah, such a cute child is actually the student president. It's amazing, it's amazing..."

The old man shook his head in disbelief.

"As a person who can sacrifice to this level for the propaganda and cultural festival, the president deserves our great respect!" The student said enthusiastically: "So, please support the cultural festival of Ba Gao, please!" As he said that, he bent down heavily and bowed to the old man.

It seems that the great sacrifice made by the president in a sense (without my knowledge) greatly encouraged the enthusiasm of other members of the student union.

"Oh, since you cute children are so serious, I can only accompany you even if I give up this old bone..."

The old man said with kind eyes, then he coughed dryly, then leaned over to the other party and asked softly: "Will your president wear this in the cultural festival?"

"Ah..." The student who was originally happy to promote successfully couldn't help but feel confused: "Sorry, I'm not sure..."

"That's fine, that's fine. You have other things to do, go, I won't pull you, old man."

After hearing what the old man said, the student immediately ran away as if he was amnesty.

The old man looked at the other person's back and stroked his beard regretfully. He subconsciously wanted to throw the flyer in his hand into the trash can next to him, but he hesitated for a long time when he stared at the painting on the flyer. Finally, he stuffed the flyer into his pocket as if nothing had happened, muttering "I am unfair, unfair" while walking back to the house tremblingly.

Well, it seems that the flyers I designed were at least good in terms of publicity.

Ji Si said so affirmed in his heart.

With the approaching Golden Week Holiday, the school’s courses during this period also felt a subtle, long and difficult feeling in terms of somatosensibility.

Fortunately, time always slips away, and the bells after school always come to its faithful classroom to receive warm cheers from the students.

Ji Si brought Xiaoniaoyou's old hand-painted board to the activity room, picked it up on the old computer, downloaded a special drawing software and started debugging.

"Do you need to start collecting the brushes again... Although you can't draw them, it feels so troublesome..."

Ji Si drew several pictures in the form of an essay, including simple and plump human body with beautiful arcs, thick-painted plump human body with attractive arcs, and simple line drawings.

Although they are only semi-finished products, the semi-finished products drawn by LV8 painters are considered to be quite complete by ordinary people, and even have their own unique charm.

Even Ji Si himself had to admire the terribleness of the LV8 painter, and felt that it was a waste to delete these writing practice items, or wasting resources - in his opinion, every picture was a treasure given to the mortal world by God!

So he casually built a three-no number on the Qixiv, which the painters used specifically to share his paintings, called Q station, and threw the writing practices inside. Only then did he feel satisfied to clear the archives in the computer, in case Qiu Moli, who was playing with the computer blindly, was discovered by Qiu Moli.

At this time, a knock on the door of the activity room came from the "dongdong" sound.

"I'll open the door!" Qiu Moli, who was already looking through the past school magazine, was bored and didn't know what to find for the materials to find, jumped off the ergonomic chair and ran with a small step to open the door of the activity room with a look of expectation.

After all, Ji Si had already told her that the newly-entered member of the department would say hello today.

Not only that, but also Hayaka Kikuri, who became the new teacher of the Ministry of Information yesterday, should also show up.

In addition, Ji Si felt that the vice-minister of the Student Union would also find time to collect the picture of the Loli President who has not delivered it yet, but has actually been updated to 3.0.

As a result, as soon as Qiu Moli opened the door, she closed the door with lightning speed again.

"What's wrong?" Ji Si, who turned off the computer, walked towards the girl, looked at the cold sweat on Qiu Moli's forehead, and asked curiously.

"Ah, Ah Si, I seem to see a female ghost outside the door..."

The girl turned her head tremblingly and asked Ji Si for help with her expression that was about to cry.

"What stupid things are you saying? It's not dark yet. Even if you want to tell ghost stories, at least wait until the time of the demon."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Ji Si sighed, asked the girl to stand aside, held the door handle by herself, and casually opened the door of the activity room.

Then the moment he saw the person standing outside the door, he subconsciously wanted to close the door again.

But the other party, who had been turned away once, reacted faster this time than Ji Si, and directly stuffed half of his body in, blocking the door of the news department's activity room.

"Oh, isn't this Ji Sijun from the News Department? Why did I show this expression when I saw me? Could it be that I did something that I was sorry for me?"

The president of the Eighth High School Student Union, Takeuchi Shikai looked at Ji Si with a smile on his face.

But there was no smile in her eyes. It would be better to say that the smile was so empty, and it had surpassed the realm of smiling but not smiling. It made people feel like a monster wearing a human skin mask, full of indescribable terror and pressure.

"Should you say you deserve it? Although the flyer that Ji Sijun designed the cultural festival was just a whim, he actually did something beyond my expectations."

Her tone was not a little angry, but it still gave people a feeling that every word was burning, so that Ji Si could only hug Qiu Moli and shivered.

"It's really not convenient to copy in the News Department... Cough, communication." Takeuchi Nanami said with a chuckling, as if black mud was squirming in his bright eyes: "Anyway, Ji Sijun should go to the student union with me."

"...Minister and I will go together." Ji Si sent an invitation to Qiu Moli, wanting her to give herself courage.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for the new member and teacher Juli in the club. You can only go alone!" Qiu Moli, who was shook her head like a quail, immediately shook her head and refused.

"Isn't the Minister a member of the Ministry of Protection?"

"I'm sorry, Ah Si, I haven't learned to sing the Flower of Hope yet..."

"That's not the problem!" Ji Si complained.

Qiu Moli smiled at Ji Si Yanran, and then quickly drew a line with him: "Sir, I'll leave the sinner A Si to you!"
Chapter completed!