Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 170: The skewers are magical creatures

"Drogo is not a human being!"

A student in the cafeteria banged on the table angrily.

The Magic Vision Newspaper only said that there would be a replay in about half an hour, but it didn't say what time it would start.

In order not to miss the replay, everyone in the cafeteria waited eagerly in front of the magic viewer, waiting for the opening credits of Drogo's two roars to appear again.

But who would have thought that this approximately half-hour period would be filled with advertisements by Drogo.

Toys, drinks, snacks, games, costumes, and magic devices, there are dozens of advertisements and none of them are the same.

It is understandable to insert advertisements between main films, because it is for the purpose of making money.

But the main film is 7 minutes long, and the commercials are several times longer. This means the main film is interspersed in the commercials.

"This is something that only humans can do!" As soon as these words came out, everyone echoed them.

However, this level of verbal attack had no lethal effect on Drogo.

First of all, he was a planner in his previous life. He was scolded every day and had to hide in the player group to spy on the players' public opinion. Sometimes he would get angry and join the players in scolding the planner.

Just a little bit of wind and frost.

Secondly, he is indeed not a human being now.

Finally, after 34 minutes and 25 seconds, which is barely half an hour if rounded off, the replay finally began.

Xiao Mo didn't expect that he would break so many habits today. Not only did he eat with others, but he also stayed in the cafeteria for such a long time.

He also has the task of developing an intelligent inscription speculation model for the Drogo Group.

This is a very heavy task, and the people working together are all top mages who are famous throughout the continent.

I’ve decided that I’ll leave after watching this replay. I won’t be able to watch the next replay at midnight. If my sleep pattern is disrupted, it will affect my study and work status.

The second time I watched it, I didn't laugh as often as I did the first time, but everyone was still enjoying it.

There is not much time left to laugh, so I naturally look at the details of the picture more seriously.

Then everyone was surprised to find that the painting was also incredibly detailed.

Tom and Jerry is not just for fun, it is truly a work of art.

"Is this made up of a series of paintings?" someone asked uncertainly.

"That should be the case. The name animation means continuous drawings."

"How is that possible? That would take a lot of work. It must be an illusion. Isn't the Drogo Group the best at using illusions?"

When everyone was seriously discussing how such an exquisite animation was produced, a discordant voice suddenly emerged.

"No way, am I the only one who thinks this story of a silly cat and a dumb mouse is boring? I heard you guys laughing like that outside just now and I thought you were watching something interesting. How childish!"

Everyone turned around to look and saw that it was a minor noble who had a very bad reputation in the school, basically to the point where everyone disliked him.

His only hobby is to show off his meager sense of superiority everywhere and spoil other people's fun.

There has never been a shortage of such people, but most of them deliberately say disgusting things under the cover of the Internet to find a sense of existence.

However, it is somewhat rare to find people who dare to do this in real life.

"I think it's very interesting." Xiao Mo retorted.

For him, arguing with others was another big breakthrough, he really liked the animation and wanted to defend it.

"The pictures here are beautiful, the music is good, and the plot is full of imagination..."

Xiao Mo tried hard to point out what he believed to be the advantages of Tom and Jerry, wanting to prove them to the little nobleman.

But he obviously didn't know that debating with such people is fruitless, as they never intended to come to a good or bad conclusion in the first place.

They just want to muddy the waters, chaotic evil in the truest sense of the word.

"Let's watch something good. It's just an animation. What's so great about it? Is there any depth to it?" The little nobleman showed his carefree nature.

“Why does it have to be profound? Isn’t a work that brings happiness to people a good work?”

"Look, you're getting impatient." The elder brother, Maurice, asked his younger brother to sit down. He stood up and walked in front of the arrogant noble.

In terms of physique, he can defeat the noble, and in terms of magic skills, he is among the top 8 in the school's magic competition.

The only disadvantage is that his father's status is not good.

This is also the opponent's most prominent advantage, so the little noble is still very arrogant.

He never messed with people with higher titles than himself, and people with higher titles would not come to the cafeteria.

That's why he dares to attract hatred unscrupulously. He likes others to be unhappy with him but helpless.

"Only a simple-minded person like you would get so angry over an animation. It makes me laugh to death. Bye, I have a high-end late-night dance party to attend."

The little nobleman left triumphantly, and wanted to take revenge on these untouchables for all the grievances he had suffered in the social arena.

Leaving the cafeteria, he got in the car. The school did not allow servants to be brought along, but cars were allowed. His car was towed by a golem and could be moved as long as the command was given.

Sitting in the car, thinking over and over again, he still felt unsatisfied.

Open Weibo, Tom and Jerry ranks first in the hot search, and the related topics are full of praise comments.

He knew that it was time for him to show his talent.

“That mouse is so cute.”

"You've never seen a real mouse, right? The creator must be a pervert to draw a mouse as cute as possible."

"Does anyone know who wrote the soundtrack here? I'd really like to have the soundtrack album."

"Tell my master to send you a ticket to the concert so you can go and listen to what the real good stuff is."

"The production team are all artists from Twin Towers City, which is really our pride."

"I want to laugh. The people watching are all from Sutton, right? Does anyone care about foreigners? They think it's great to just entertain themselves behind closed doors."

……

His fingers tapped quickly on the projected keyboard, and comments that made him want to beat him up were quickly produced.

Messages kept popping up in the background, all of which were replies from people he had commented on. The more these people responded, the happier he was.

There is no better entertainment than this. Playing games is not as interesting as playing with people.

At this moment, the car suddenly stopped.

What happened? Is the golem malfunctioning?
He stuck his head out to check the situation, but only saw a few people wearing hoods in the night.

"What are you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by someone.

"This is school, you can't do this." Seeing those people preparing to hit him, he covered his face and said immediately.

"Wait!" a man wearing a hood suddenly said.

"Just wait," the young noble thought that things could still turn around, "If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened and not hold you responsible."

"I think just playing games is not creative," the person who just spoke continued, "How about this, let's pay tribute to Tom and Jerry."

What do you mean?
What does it mean to pay tribute to Tom and Jerry?

Before the young noble could react, he was lifted up, and the men grabbed his arms and legs, spread his legs apart, and spun him around as if looking for a target.

After a moment, they stopped and headed towards a thick tree.

"That's it."

"3, 2, 1!"

When the countdown ended, they carried the little noble and rushed towards the tree trunk at an accelerated speed.

"Ah!" The little noble screamed, as if he had lost something.

(End of this chapter)