Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

After hearing Qin Lang's strange painting requirements, Ruan Zhihuan's eyes showed the same expression as when Xu Han first heard these requirements.

What the heck is this? A humanoid panda head, anime style, wearing a blue robe... What the hell is this?

Qin Lang noticed her expression but didn't pay it any mind. He found the drawings Xu Han had done before and said calmly, "These are her drawings. This is the style we wanted, understand?"

When Ruan Zhihuan saw the shrimp on the computer screen, she almost burst out laughing. The image was just too ridiculous.

With its round head and endearingly clumsy movements, its simple lines give it an inexplicable sense of humor.

Ruan Zhihuan immediately had an idea. She picked up the pressure-sensitive pen on the tablet, combined it with the requirements Qin Lang had just made, thought for a moment, and began to write.

With just a few strokes, the silly and funny feeling is vividly displayed.

Qin Lang's eyes lit up as he watched from the side. He hadn't expected that these two energetic young women would be so talented in drawing silly animations, perfectly capturing the spirit of the characters.

"How is it?" Ruan Zhihuan put down her pen and asked Qin Lang.

"Not bad, better than I expected." Qin Lang nodded in satisfaction, a hint of approval in his eyes.

Ruan Zhihuan didn't take his praise seriously. Instead, she immediately put down her pen and ran to the bookshelf, eagerly picking out novels.

Xu Han was still beside her. She switched her computer screen to the document she had just seen. It contained the first ten episodes of the novel "Shrimp Cultivation: Starting as a Furnace Cauldron" that Qin Lang had written yesterday. The groundwork had just been laid, and the first minor climax was about to begin. Qin Lang hadn't written the rest of the story yet.

"And then what?" Xu Han asked coldly.

Qin Lang: "I haven't written it yet."

Xu Han: "Write now."

Qin Lang: "..."

As a last resort, Qin Lang typed out a few more episodes, finishing the plot of the first minor climax. Xu Han watched from the sidelines, reading it aloud on the spot.

After getting up and stretching, Qin Lang went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of instant noodles. Together with the two servings of stir-fried cold noodles he bought on the way, lunch for the three of them was settled.

In the afternoon, Xu Han continued to hold the fantasy novel that started with the word "fight," leaning against the headboard in his bedroom and immersing himself in it.

Ruan Zhihuan also picked out a period romance novel that she liked from the dazzling array of novels on the bookshelf, and lay on the sofa, reading it with great interest.

Qin Lang glanced at the book Ruan Zhihuan had chosen and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "A Garden Full of Spring Colors in the Countryside" was a work from before the online novel cleanup, and its descriptions of many details were remarkably accurate.

I had hidden this book in the most secret corner, and she still managed to find it.

Ruan Zhihuan lay there comfortably, her long flaxen hair loosely cascading over her shoulders and back against the cushions, a few stray strands brushing against her cheeks. Her eyes were slightly upturned, her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were full.

Her style of dress was different from Xu Han's. She wore a short-sleeved T-shirt on top and a short skirt on the bottom. Her long, fair legs were slightly curled up, exuding a captivating charm.

Feeling Qin Lang's burning gaze, Ruan Zhihuan, lying on the sofa, glanced at the novel, said nothing, stretched out her legs, put her right foot on top of her left foot, and continued to read the detailed descriptions in the book.

Qin Lang withdrew his gaze, a wicked smile flickering in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

No, there's someone else here... Do we really have to go together as a trio?

"...Never mind." Qin Lang shook his head, ultimately giving up the opportunity to enjoy the blessings of having two women. After all, he had more important things to do than women.

He silently murmured, "Amitabha, I'll take it off later," and then Qin Lang turned around and sat down next to the computer.

Silly animation doesn't need a sophisticated art style; the simpler and more quirky it is, the more unique its flavor can be brought out.

Qin Lang had learned many animation production skills in his previous life, and he was proficient in everything from video editing and special effects production to audio processing.

They are also very skilled at drawing scenes and breaking down actions.

Qin Lang opened the drawing software and first marked each shot and the starting and ending points of the character's jumps on the rough sketches like a comic strip. Then he added the intermediate actions to make the picture move.

Coupled with exaggerated and hilarious sound effects and catchy background music, the animation is adjusted frame by frame, and funny lines are added one by one.

Although the visuals are simple, the jokes are absolutely plentiful. In just a few minutes, the animation gradually took shape.

When he finished producing the rough version of the first episode and clicked play, an exaggerated and comical voiceover came from the computer, accompanied by crooked animated characters, making it absurd and funny.

Qin Lang clicked play, watched the whole thing, and couldn't help but laugh after watching it. That was it.

He had a feeling that this show, "Shrimp Cultivating Immortality," would definitely be a hit.

As darkness fell, Qin Lang remained engrossed in creating his silly animation until his phone rang.

It was Huang Ziqiang calling, saying he had arrived at the entrance of his residential compound and asked him to come down quickly so they could go eat barbecue together.

"Someone's treating us to barbecue, are you guys going?" Qin Lang shut down his computer and asked his two energetic younger sisters.

"Who invited you? Huang Ziqiang?" Ruan Zhihuan asked, half-lying on the sofa, adjusting her position as she spoke, her eyes never leaving the book in her hands.

"Huh? How did you know?" Qin Lang was a little surprised. Had they gotten back together?

"I guessed," Ruan Zhihuan said casually. After a pause, she asked again, "Qin Lang, do you know Huang Ziqiang's father?"

"I don't know her." Qin Lang felt a little guilty. Could this woman know something?

To avoid giving himself away, he immediately pressed on, "Hurry up, are we going or not?"

Ruan Zhihuan: "I'm not going! Huang Ziqiang and I just broke up, it's not appropriate for me to go."

Qin Lang then turned to Xu Han, who was leaning against the headboard, and asked, "Miss Xu, are you going or not?"

"I'm reading, I don't have time." Xu Han's icy voice came from the bedroom. Just as Qin Lang was about to leave, he heard her say, "Bring it back."

Okay, these are two ancestors.

Stepping out of the residential area, the early summer evening breeze, carrying a gentle warmth, brushed against my face, while the smoky aroma from the barbecue stalls drifted down the street for half a block.

Qin Lang and Huang Ziqiang found a small table on the side and sat down.

"Brother Lang, don't be shy, order whatever you like!"

"Then I won't be polite." Qin Lang picked up the menu on the table and glanced at it from both sides.

"Pork kidney, oysters, chives..." Qin Lang ordered a bunch of things from the menu.

Upon hearing about the dishes, Huang Ziqiang looked at Qin Lang with a puzzled expression and asked, "Brother Lang, are you planning to go to Yulong Hot Spring again tonight?"

"Don't ruin my reputation, I've never been to that place."

A short while later, the skewers arrived. Of course, Qin Lang was just joking earlier; he didn't dare order anything like kidney or chives, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control his temper after eating those things, since there were two flammable items in the house.