It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

"When did you start drawing? How long did it take to draw like you?" The little girl had a lot of questions to ask, but she was too embarrassed to ask because of their unfamiliar relationship. "I recently drew a few four-frame pieces and submitted them, but they were not selected..."

She scratched her hair, feeling somewhat embarrassed to talk about her failure. She might even be laughed at for overestimating her own abilities, but Ruan Qian knew that face was one of the few things she could still give up.

Yan Zhi didn't make things difficult for her.

“I started learning in the first year of junior high school,” she said. “It’s been four years.”

"No wonder!" Ruan Qian opened her lips slightly, "I thought you knew a lot about comics before, it turns out you like to draw too."

“I don’t really like painting.”

Yan Zhi said firmly, "But some people like to read it and want me to be a cartoonist."

This atmosphere... Ruan Qian thought to herself, it was very similar to what happened in the car with Tong Hua yesterday. Was this the beginning of a reminiscence and heart-to-heart talk mode? Although she was happy to do so, why did everyone want to talk to her? Was she like a close friend?

"Don't think about it," Yan Zhi said, "because you seem to be more reliable and won't tell anyone."

"……Oh."

"How long have you been drawing?"

When asked the core question, Ruan Qian instantly became excited and said:

"I started in the third year of junior high school. At that time, I often copied. Later, I bought a set of markers in the first year of high school, but the coloring is still very bad... Now I am drawing four grids."

"Can you let me see it?"

"Ah? Oh... OK." Ruan Qian took out her phone. "Because I don't have any scanning tools, I took a picture of it. Is it okay for you to just look at it like this?"

Yan Zhi walked and looked, and as she looked, her brows furrowed.

Ruan Qian was nervous: "...Is it not possible?"

"The colors are a bit... random," Yan Zhi studied it carefully. "The most important thing is the story. The four-frame novel is thin in content and the story has no highlights. To be honest, it makes people too lazy to read on."

Honest words are as sharp as a knife.

Ruan Qian silently took the phone back and nodded slightly.

"In fact, just like novels, the core of comics is still the plot. If there is no exciting plot, why don't you read prose instead of novels?" Yan Zhi opened the mobile website and clicked, "I'll show you a comic."

The web page loaded, and soon, it appeared in front of Ruan Qian.

"Good Morning Earth, the author of this comic is Bird of Paradise, you should know it."

Ruan Qian nodded quickly.

“This is its early style.”

As she spoke, Yan Zhi opened the first chapter, and the scene inside looked like an oil painting of hell.

"Well... so casual." Ruan Qian couldn't help but complain.

"This is the last chapter after five years. By the way, he has stopped updating."

With a click of the finger, a whole new world is loaded.

The good girl Ruan Qian subconsciously blurted out an obscene word.

"The difference... is huge."

Yan Zhi put away her phone and concluded: "Even with its early style, this comic is still very popular. Because its plot is very exciting and good to look at, it's that simple. Now think about it, what kind of plot can you draw for the comic?"

Ruan Qian followed behind, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

What can you draw yourself?

Hot-blooded comics? No. Harem comics? Pass.

She couldn't imagine any of this.

What kind of stories are you good at?

"We've arrived at the convention center."

After walking for forty minutes, Yan Zhi reminded Ruan Qian, who was worried.

On a sunny morning, the exhibition center was crowded with people. A group of boys with backpacks on their backs were chatting and laughing. Occasionally, a cosplayer passed by, followed by a photographer whose equipment looked expensive.

"There are so many people." Ruan Qian avoided the crowd and watched from the side. "I feel like everyone doesn't look like a... otaku."

"All the people who come to the comic convention are real people, there are no otakus."

Yan Zhi shrugged, indicating that she was not surprised.

When the time came, it was time to enter the museum. Ruan Qian didn't understand anything, so she followed Yan Zhi and scanned every stall they passed by.

"I suggest you don't buy it." Yan Zhi turned around and said, "Taobao is half the price."

"Oh...thank you." Ruan Qian wanted to say that she had no money either, but when she turned her eyes, she saw a stall not far away selling fan paintings. The paintings were of the currently popular anime "Your Lie in April", which were printed into posters to attract passing fans.

"You want to learn that?" Yan Zhi's voice sounded beside him, "With your skills, it's actually not difficult. If you want to make money, find a foreign artist on the website, copy it, change the hairstyle and color of a popular character, and then sell it."

Ruan Qian was stunned. She had never heard of such a bad thing. After a while, she whispered:

“I won’t plagiarize.”

Yan Zhi glanced at her and said nothing.

There was some hustle and bustle in the distance, a group of people gathered in a circle, and the sound of filming could be heard from here.

"She must be a very beautiful cosplayer, right?" Ruan Qian guessed.

The quality of cosplayers at comic conventions varies. Some are invited and receive the most attention, while others are just there for their passion but no one cares. Many people don’t want to see anime characters, but want to see pretty girls, who have Weibo accounts and, preferably, WeChat accounts.

"Probably." Yan Zhi lowered her head and played with her nails.

"Are you going to see it?" Ruan Qian didn't want to go alone. "The most meaningful thing about a comic exhibition should be photos, right? Are you going to take photos of the cosplayers?"

"Don't go."

Yan Zhi lowered her eyes, "I hate people who have no self-awareness and dress like my favorite anime characters."

Ruan Qian froze, and tried to persuade him awkwardly: "Well, there seems to be an unspoken rule in the cosplay circle that you can't comment on appearance..."

"Yeah," Yan Zhi smiled, "So I only say this in private. By the way, my second biggest pet peeve is men who think they look good in women's clothing. It just so happens that these two types of people are the most common here, so I won't go to see them. Oh, I don't hate women's clothing and cosplay, just to clarify."

Ruan Qian was stunned. Yan Zhi's negative emotions were obviously beyond her expectations. Yan Zhi looked at her and raised her eyebrows:

"Why, you want to reason with me?"

"No!" Ruan Qian shook her head. "I think... everyone has the right to express their opinions and comments, not to mention that you are just talking about it in private... Things like unspoken rules should not be forced on others. But, if you don't take pictures or watch cosplayers at the comic convention, what else can you do..."

Yan Zhi raised her head and looked at her meaningfully:

"What else can you do that you don't know?"

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"Yaoyao," Tong Hua said with a smile, "Didn't you say you didn't care about comic conventions? Why are you so excited when you get here?"

"Really?" Tong Yao turned around, expressionless, "Didn't you ask me to come with you?"

"I don't like cartoons... Yaoyao, where are you going? Don't walk too fast until your leg is healed!"

A place where no one knows me.

Tong Yao looked around, and the love that had been suppressed in her heart broke out. There was a skinny Jotaro Kujo cosplayer there. If Tong Hua hadn't followed behind her, she would have gone up to take a picture of him.

Although she herself is more eye-catching than the cosplayer, the presence of Tong Hua next to her discourages those who want to chat with her.

She was walking slowly when the road ahead was blocked by several people with their backs to her.

She was about to go around, but when she caught a glimpse of one of them out of the corner of her eye, her whole body froze.

"Hello, little sister. I'm a B-station up user. I want to do an interview. Is that okay?"

"Ah?" The girl being interviewed said in confusion, "Yes, it's okay."

"What did the young lady buy at the comic convention? Was it this?"

"Yeah, this is it... I just picked it randomly. It's a lucky bag."

"Miss, the packaging of your lucky bag is a little different from other lucky bags..." The interviewer laughed, "Is it easy to open? We all want to broaden our horizons."

"Um... OK."

After saying that, Ruan Qian picked up the lucky bag. The bag opening stapled with staples was easy to open and could be torn off with a little force.

When Tong Yao walked to Ruan Qian, she saw that Ruan Qian was holding a comic book with a colorful cover. The female characters in revealing clothes were laughing wantonly. She didn't recognize any Japanese words except for the word "teacher". The little girl's face was already red as she realized what kind of comic book she had bought.

As if by some strange coincidence, the flustered Ruan Qian looked around, and the person she had been thinking about appeared in front of her in a dramatic way. Her mind went blank for a moment, and the hand holding the comic book trembled slightly:

"Tong...Teacher Tong."

Chapter 33: She has grown a lot

What is it like for a teacher to see his or her students reading the teacher-student book?

Thanks for the invitation. She was at the comic convention and was witnessing the scene. She saw someone she knew and wanted to hide.

Tong Yao felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Do you want to turn around and leave?

She had never encountered such an embarrassing scene in her simple and smooth life. It was like a father catching his son solving a physiological problem in the bedroom. Should he quietly close the door and leave, or stop him on the spot in a rage?

Her student... her favorite student, had a sexual fetish that frightened her - let's call it a sexual fetish. She was not a novice. When she was a boy, she was also curious about sex. She also knew that "teacher" was a popular topic, but now she was a virgin. When this happened, she was at a loss.

As a teacher, she should guide these children on the right path. But this is not a school, and reading this kind of comics is also normal for adolescents... right?

But why is it the topic of teachers?

What’s even worse is that she doesn’t know how the child sees her now. Has he... put herself in the shoes of the teacher in the story?

Ruanruan is a girl, so it doesn’t make sense...just put yourself in the shoes of the male protagonist?

She turned away and walked quickly to another road, intending to let the matter go. Unexpectedly, the little girl was even more panicked than her. She lost her composure, looked sad, and only knew to catch up with her:

"Teacher Tong!"

The up-host holding the microphone at the back was overjoyed, this is good material!

The two walked one in front and one behind. Ruan Qian shouted anxiously. Tong Yao couldn't stand the attention from all around, so she turned around and said:

"Don't tell me...put that comic away first."

As soon as she turned around, she saw the comic book in the little girl's hand. Tong Yao's face flushed. What the hell was going on?

"Sorry……"

Ruan Qian lowered her head, feeling aggrieved and about to cry. She hid the comics behind her back, her heart cold. It was all over, her image in Teacher Tong's mind was completely shattered.

Tong Yao sighed, and saw Tong Hua looking for her in the crowd behind her. Her heart tightened, and she could not care about anything else. She pulled the little girl away, and she could not let others see this again. They shuttled through the crowd, and they couldn't help but use strength to hold each other's hands.

"Teacher Tong, I, I don't want to buy this...

"I told the stall owner I wanted to buy a pure love type, I didn't know it was this...

"Teacher Tong..."

There was already a sob in her voice.

Tong Yao stopped walking, her ankle began to hurt again, her face froze, but she didn't want the little girl to misunderstand her as angry, so she tried to smile as usual. After listening to the explanation, she felt funny and helpless, laughing at the little girl's clumsiness and innocence, the helpless and unscrupulous stall owner, and also laughing at her own way of handling things.

Don’t you know what kind of child Ruanruan is?

The previous doubts seemed so absurd in the little girl's tears.

Why didn't you listen to her explanation earlier? You could have avoided the embarrassment just now.

"Okay, I believe you."

She couldn't help but smile and coaxed him softly, "Teacher knows you are a good boy. Keep this kind of thing well, a lucky bag is quite expensive. You are also a big kid in the second year of high school, you must know what you can and cannot do. Outside of school, the teacher will not interfere."

Ruan Qian stood there in a daze, stammering:

"I…I promise not to look."

"Pfft," Tong Yao laughed, "Silly child."

This kind of comic is like Pandora's box. How can a pure child resist its temptation? It is not necessarily a bad thing to be exposed to this kind of knowledge now. Tong Yao thinks that it is fine to let it go and there is no need to stop it.

"You have an exam the day after tomorrow. How's your review going?" She lightly changed the subject.