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

Ruan Qian shrank her head, and mechanically looked at the sofa beside her, hesitating:

"Sit on the sofa...put your legs up and bend them a little."

It's a very common posture.

Tong Yao silently posed. The little girl stared at her for a while and blushed. From this position, one could see all the way to the base of her legs. She sat down with a hot body and began to describe it seriously and shyly.

Silence is the living room tonight.

Tong Yao found that being the little girl's model was quite an easy job. She could lean on the sofa and take a nap, and have the leisure to look at the little painter opposite her.

And it was not without gain.

She found that when Ruanruan was serious, she looked heroic, like a chivalrous woman in an old movie wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a sword. She looked small because she was wearing high heels, and the little girl was well-behaved, wearing a school uniform and a cute pigtail.

After putting on the JK uniform, my mentality seems to become younger.

"Teacher Tong," Ruan Qian stopped writing and suddenly said, "Xiao Bei's punishment has been cancelled. Is it you who..."

She didn't finish her question, she stopped asking and looked at Tong Yao eagerly. Tong Yao also looked at her, blinked, and didn't deny it.

"Teacher Tong." The little girl suddenly sighed.

"what happened?"

"Did I save the world in my last life?"

Tong Yao was touched by her cuteness and smiled: "Just focus on drawing."

The little girl didn't listen to her. She drew for a while and then kept asking:

"Teacher Tong."

"what?"

"Will you have a boyfriend in the future..." Ruan Qian hid her face behind the sketchbook and asked softly, "Will you have a boyfriend in the future?"

Tong Yao was stunned. After a moment, she said:

"will not."

"Really not?" The little girl's voice trembled slightly.

"will not."

I regretted it as soon as I finished saying the nursery rhyme.

She saw the brilliant look in the little girl's eyes - some of these feelings were nurtured by her own hands. She shouldn't let it go. The little girl is a child, but she is not. She can't lead her students astray because of her own selfish desires, and how long can a child's tender and fragile feelings last? She admitted that her feelings had begun to deteriorate, but it was not yet irreversible. Even if Ruanruan liked her, was that love?

She still didn't trust other people's feelings. She thought that maybe it wouldn't be long before Ruanruan would find out that her feelings were just admiration and longing for her teacher, not love. By then, this feeling would naturally not bother anyone.

But what if...it is really pure love?

Chapter 61: If She Insists

"That's it for now."

Ruan Qian put away her pen, looked at the nursery rhyme, and then looked at her own painting.

"let me see?"

Tong Yao wanted to get off the sofa, but the little girl shouted "No", then ran over quickly and sat next to her. Then, the little girl held the painting in both hands, handed it to her, and her face gradually turned red.

"Here." Ruan Qian said in a low voice.

Tong Yao took the painting. The anime character in the painting was full of Japanese style and not very complete. It probably had no similarities with her except for the posture, body shape and hairstyle. This was normal, as it was not a portrait. She looked at the painting carefully and found that when the person in the painting bent her legs, the scenery under her skirt was visible, and her legs were tightly closed, as if she was not wearing any underwear.

I... was just being looked at by Ruanruan in this position for so long? !

She suddenly felt a little dizzy.

She looked at the little girl with a bit of resentment. Shouldn't people be considerate of others? The little girl forgot to cover her collar and she reminded her, and she even drew it when she accidentally exposed herself.

"Teacher Tong," Ruan Qian rubbed her hands, her eyes sparkling, "Can I... touch your stockings?"

There is art in language.

If you say "Can I touch your legs?" it would be offensive and you would be considered a pervert; but if you change it to stockings, it would seem that you want to touch them for some pure experience purpose - of course, if nothing unexpected happens, you would also be considered a pervert.

If this world was a comic, Ruan Qian would definitely be able to see the question mark on Tong Yao's head.

"Excessive, right?"

Tong Yao glared at the little girl, but don't expect the JK beauty in white stockings to be intimidating. The little girl looked at her with wet eyes, not flinching at all, and even tried to act coquettishly:

"Just touch it."

"Not even once, and you're teasing the teacher." Tong Yao put on her slippers. Her feet wrapped in stockings looked particularly petite in the wide shoes. She reached out and poked the little girl's forehead, saying unhappily, "Don't think about those nonsense."

The little girl felt frustrated and felt completely lost.

It is the most regrettable thing in the world that it can only be viewed from a distance and not played with.

"Go back quickly," Tong Yao pursed her lips and urged her without emotion, noticing the little girl's expression, "Don't let the dormitory manager scold you."

"Oh..." The little girl was reluctant to leave, "Good night, Teacher Tong."

"Um...goodnight," she said.

After sending the little girl away, Tong Yao leaned against the wall with some weakness. Tonight was too abnormal for her. The soft and direct expression of emotion made her really not know how to deal with it. The disadvantages of having no emotional experience suddenly appeared. She was worried, like standing on a reef, slowly waiting for the sea water to rise, unable to escape.

Her face was hot, she lowered her head, and ran her fingers over her thighs. Even she herself had to admit that this was a pair of legs that would drive countless leg lovers crazy, the kind that could make her debut as a leg star just by posting a photo of her legs.

She bit her lip, her eyes full of shame. That kid... did he really want to touch her legs?

In my heart... I seem to be quite happy.

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"Dear Mr. Tamamo, your work "Dream Journey" has entered the finals. The official will select the winning works on site on November 11. Several famous cartoonists and editors will form the jury. You will have the opportunity to communicate with the cartoon master. The winning works will also be eligible for recommendation on the homepage of ican comics. Please pay attention to the details..."

In the club classroom, Yan Zhi finished reading the text message and handed the phone back:

"Tamamo is your pen name?"

Ruan Qian blushed: "Yeah."

"You want to be Teacher Tong's little fox?" Yan Zhi laughed strangely, "You are amazing."

Ruan Qian was embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "The scene is in the exhibition hall over here, do you think I should go?"

"It's up to you. This kind of competition is basically decided internally. If you go, you will probably just be a runner-up and a background figure. But if you don't go..." Yan Zhi said, "They will definitely not give awards to those who don't go."

Ruan Qian held the phone, thought for a long time, and made a decision.

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Ican Comics is a new sprout in the industry.

As the times change, countless industries decline, conservative people are gradually eliminated, and new industries are rising.

Du Wei, the founder of Ican Comics, smelled business opportunities in this era.

Although paper comics are now in full swing, with Zhiyin Manke ranking first in the world with a monthly circulation of 5 million, he still sees the decline and firmly believes that the future belongs to online comics. Of course, he is not the only pioneer, Buka Comics and You Yaoqi have already taken the lead. If the emerging Ican Comics wants to get a share of this emerging market, it must absorb excellent exclusive comic works.

This is the main purpose of this comic contest. The recommendation position is to attract signings, the invitation of comic masters and the on-site hosting are to attract traffic and increase exposure, and free tickets are distributed at the gates of various schools because Du Wei believes that winning over a student is equivalent to winning over a class.

But at the same time, the new company also faced problems such as shortage of funds. It made big promises everywhere to attract investment and was often driven out as a liar who made money out of nothing. Even so, Du Wei was indomitable and did not give up.

The biggest problem now is that the comics on the website are free, which is an inevitable process to cultivate user stickiness. Free is a prelude to future payment, but without profitability it cannot attract investment. Investors see more risks than potential in them. Under the pressure of various expenses, the company has fallen into a dilemma.

"If this continues, we won't be able to pay salaries." The partner said worriedly, "Are you still not considering charging fees?"

"No." Du Wei said.

As long as the old paper media don’t fall, they will eventually become subordinates. Buka and You Yaoqi haven’t started charging yet, so their charging is just a temporary solution.

Du Wei knew that starting a business was always accompanied by failure. He appeared calm on the surface, but in reality he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

At this time, the phone in the office rang.

Du Wei answered the phone with a businesslike smile.

"Yes."

"Wait...really?!"

"We'll get ready right away!"

His expression changed rapidly, from smirk, to shock, and finally to ecstasy.

"What's wrong?" the partner asked quickly after the call ended.

Du Wei straightened his suit and said in high spirits:

"Our timely rain has arrived."

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Ruan Qian rushed to the exhibition hall on the weekend morning.

In the bright hall, there was a special registration for the cartoonists present. She signed her pen name, thinking that she could be considered a cartoonist.

At the booth in front, a bunch of staff were debugging equipment. The venue was full of students, most of whom were just strolling around because they were bored and reluctant to throw away the tickets they received. The vertical scrolls of comics were printed out and arranged in an orderly manner on the wall. Ruan Qian quickly found her own work, which had a big "Tamamo "Dream Walker" written on it. The slightly rough and simple style of painting was even more stretched in comparison with her peers.

The seats for the contestants were in the front. Ruan Qian counted and found that there were only about ten participating cartoonists. She was the only female, and the others were men in their twenties or thirties. It was called a new cartoonist competition, but it seemed that everyone was not a rookie.

Except for her.

Chapter 62: Mother-in-law is on top

The order in the venue gradually stabilized as the guests took their seats at the booths.

The pretty female host introduced the guests one by one in a pretentious voice, making Ruan Qian think she was watching the school's art festival.

"Famous cartoonist, Mr. Sankong!"

The man at the top nodded, and the audience immediately became excited.

"Oh my god, that Sankong teacher who drew "The Relics"!"

"Why does Mr. Sankong look like this... His painting style is so beautiful..."

The man on the stage looked a bit like Gao Xiaosong, which was probably different from what some audience members thought, and their fantasies were shattered. But another group of audience members, such as Ruan Qian, didn't care much about the appearance, and just seeing the comic master was enough to make them excited.

Ruan Qian was thinking about asking for an autograph after the show, so she glanced around to see if there were any other comic masters. But when her eyes swept over the woman sitting in the middle seat of the booth, she was stunned.

"Famous entrepreneur, Ms. Jiang Wu!" The host seemed to be reciting.

Jiang Wu stood up and bowed slightly. The audience was not interested. They were all in the second dimension and had no interest in businessmen, but for the little girl, it was a bolt from the blue.

Aunt Jiang...Why is Teacher Tong's mother here? !

My pen name is Tamamo, and...

She swallowed and lowered her head, hoping that the other party would not notice her.

"I have another good news for all the contestants. Sponsored by Ms. Jiang, the prize money for this year's gold, silver and bronze awards will be increased to 100,000, 70,000 and 50,000 respectively!"

The contestants were no longer calm. Most of the participating cartoonists were not very rich. They earned little from cartoons and had to make extra money by drawing portraits for others. The 100,000 yuan gold prize could allow them to live comfortably for a long time, which was enough to make people jealous.

But Ruan Qian still didn't dare to look up.

The little pig who covets other people's cabbages is afraid that others will protect their own cabbages with layers of protection.

Jiang Wu on the stage looked quietly at the audience below, her eyes fixed on the only female contestant in the first row, and frowned slightly.

Investing in ican comics is the result of careful consideration.

He went to the scene on a whim after investigating the reasons for his daughter's repeated abnormal behavior.

She wanted to see what the student was like for whom her daughter made an exception.

The process of the competition is very simple. There are 13 comics in total. The contestants will introduce themselves one by one, then play clips, and then the guests will comment on them. Finally, after discussion, the winners of the pre-determined prizes will be announced.

Jiang Wu lowered her head. There were thirteen booklets on the table for her to read. She seldom did these chores herself. She was a decision maker rather than an evaluator. She flipped through a few of them and found them boring at the beginning.

So, she went straight to the point and opened Ruan Qian's work.