Shut up, I am really a pure love god of war!

Chapter 282: Miscellaneous Matters

After the sketching in the afternoon, it is free time.

Mr. Zeng made a rare appearance and found Bai Yang and the other four people who came from Dong County. He treated them to a meal of authentic rainbow trout.

There was naturally no lack of encouragement during the period, especially praising Chun Yuwan's sketches today, saying that the expression of light and shadow was very impressionist in style.

He also praised Bai Yang and Chen Chen's progress, as well as Zeng Jianeng's good appetite.

When the dinner was almost over, he casually asked Bai Yang, "I heard that your uncle has a game project and asked Meng Jia to be the designer?"

"It's true." Bai Yang was a little embarrassed.

After all, when this matter was brought up, it seemed as if he was poaching Teacher Zeng's girls.

"Very good." Teacher Zeng didn't seem to mind: "When I first met Meng Jia, he was in a state of depression. He was obviously very capable, but he never had any opportunities."

"He has high aspirations. Training is not a field suitable for him. It is his luck that he can find a direction he likes. I just hope you can talk to your uncle and try to let him finish this training camp."

At this point, Teacher Zeng sighed, "I can't help it. I don't have the energy to take care of the studio completely, but I don't feel safe if I have to find someone else to take charge temporarily. After all, students' learning is the most important thing. If my personal affairs with Teacher Meng Jia delay their future, that would be unacceptable."

"Teacher Zeng, don't worry." Bai Yang quickly expressed his opinion: "My uncle is not in a hurry. I have already mentioned it to Teacher Meng Jia. I can work part-time temporarily. I will talk about full-time after the new year."

"Ms. Meng Jia might be worried that my uncle is just being polite. I'll let my uncle have a good chat with Mr. Meng Jia then."

Well, it’s not a big deal to cut it into a smaller size.

"That's good." Teacher Zeng nodded, somewhat relieved: "You are all good children. Don't worry, even if you go to college, you can always come to me if you have any problems. Whether it is on the campus of CAFA or in society, I can always help you to some extent."

The other party is indeed qualified to say this.

Bai Yang doesn't have any plans for the art industry, so he doesn't really need help from the other party. But Chun Yuwan is different. As someone who aspires to be a painter, a painter who may not be well-known for the time being but whose strength can be called that of a master can be of great help in the circle.

Teacher Zeng paid the bill and disappeared again after a while. The four of them went back to the B&B together. Zeng Jianeng stared at Bai Yang and asked curiously, "What did Teacher Zeng say just now? You have an uncle who makes games?"

"Children, don't be curious about adults' affairs." Bai Yang said directly.

"Tell me about it." Zeng Jianeng persisted: "What kind of game is it? Is it League of Legends?"

"You also know League of Legends?" Bai Yang was stunned.

"It's not like my phone can't connect to the internet!" Zeng Jianeng rolled his eyes. "It's the most popular game right now. Although I haven't played it, I've certainly heard of it."

"Not that type." Bai Yang shook his head: "It's hard to explain in a few words."

"Oh." Zeng Jianeng responded in a muffled voice, "Then what are we going to do later?"

"Whatever." Bai Yang waved his hand: "You guys play by yourselves. I brought a notebook and will go back to my room to work later."

"Ah?" Zeng Jianeng suddenly became anxious: "No, that won't work. It's a rare opportunity for you to come out. How can you stay in your room?"

"What else do you want to do in this small village in the middle of nowhere?" Bai Yang was immediately amused: "Even if you want to play, there's nowhere to play."

"It's good for everyone to sit together and chat." Zeng Jianeng said, "Besides, we haven't eaten the crabs we caught today yet. Don't you want to try the crabs you caught yourself?"

poplar:"."

You caught it with your own hands, what does it have to do with me?
I didn’t catch any!

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Bai Yang was not interested.

Back at the B&B, a group of students gathered in the courtyard. It was a rare night without a sketching class, so everyone naturally didn't want to waste time. Duan Yiqing came up and said, "Teacher Zeng is too much. He gave you guys a private lesson!"

"Because we are from the same hometown." Zeng Jianeng went over and hugged her: "What did Yiqing eat tonight?"

"I just had some fried rice at a nearby restaurant." Duan Yiqing looked at Bai Yang: "Everyone is going to play board games together, wanna join us?"

"You guys play." Bai Yang shook his head: "I have other things to do."

"Oh." Duan Yiqing was a little disappointed: "What about Wanwan?"

"There are too many people." Chun Yuwan also shook her head: "I'll go back to my room to read."

"Then I'll call you later." Duan Yiqing said, "I've prepared all the ingredients for cooking crabs. I'll start after everyone has digested them."

"Okay." Chun Yuwan smiled, obviously looking forward to this: "Please prepare it. If you need my help, let me know."

"No, it's very simple, just wait and eat."

Bai Yang didn't continue chatting and went back to the room to open his notebook.

I first created a small account and discussed the project with Teacher Meng Jia in the identity of "Mr. Bai", and mentioned the studio matters in passing, in order to temporarily calm the other party's anxious mentality.

Then switch back to large size.

There are not many unread messages. Since the start of the senior year of high school, Zhong Xilu, who used to send me messages when he had nothing to do, has sent me fewer messages now. He only contacts me briefly before going to bed every night.

Xiangdong’s confession wall in QQ space is updated on time every day. After all, although Wu Bo’s high school life is about to end, there are always people who have just started high school.

A new batch of flowers of the motherland brings a new batch of love gossip and jokes.

The frequency of mentioning Bai Yang's name in the comments section has decreased, and most of them are also expressing admiration for Zhong Xilu.
Bai Yang sighed. It had only been a short time since he left, and looking back at the things happening on campus, it actually seemed a little far away.

My classmates who are so distant and lovely have become much gentler in their words, but this is not acceptable.

"Just wait, I will return as a king in a few months!"

Thinking of this, Bai Yang opened the document.

The number of words in the new book is close to 100,000.

For a physical book, it is more reasonable to control the number of words in one volume to between 200,000 and 300,000. At the current typing speed, I can write this much this month.

"But maybe it would be better to finish the first volume and complete the story of the protagonist's first stage."

Bai Yang pondered: "After all, for physical publication, the story of a book should be complete, retracting all the foreshadowing, ending with the protagonist's death, and using his resurrection from the dead as the hook for the next step."

"But in that case, the first volume might have more than 500,000 words."

Bai Yang shook his head and decided not to think about it too much for the time being.

Just send it to the publishing house after you finish writing it, and let the editorial department of the publishing house discuss the publishing strategy. In this regard, they are much more professional than you.

As time went by, the document gradually became more and more dense.

The night is also deep.

(End of this chapter)