I'm drawing an action-packed anime within a depressing one!

He Zhou was bewildered again.

what?

Flowers blooming on a grave?

Is this your interpretation of transforming into a lotus body?

He Zhou was speechless, holding back for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back any longer: "The point is that he stirred up the sea! He stirred up the sea! And he even achieved the Great Dao!"

"Three heads and six arms! Hun Tian Ling! Qian Kun Quan!"

The Third Prince, one of the three great traitors of Heaven!

Seeing the "I know" look on his classmates' faces, He Zhou couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You guys don't know anything!"

Having been in this underworld for so long, He Zhou has learned to try his best not to argue with the underworld people.

I took a few deep breaths.

Considering that this wretched place is like the underworld, I can understand it to some extent.

...

In the real world...

After reading He Zhou's interpretation of the new comic, Tian Xiaoxi already had an impression of the child in her mind.

"stubborn!"

"broken!"

"Look up at the sky!"

"Though in hell, my heart yearns for heaven!"

She must be a character that evokes pity!

No matter how stubborn a child is, they must have a kind heart!

Suddenly inspired, she began to draw.

This time!

She, Tian Xiaoxi, will never lose again!

Learn from the lesson of the Calabash Brothers! This time, the children must be drawn in a lovable and endearing way!

Abandoning the previous gloomy art style!

She insisted that everyone know!

She is Tian Xiaoxi!

His artistic achievements!

Brush brush!

After finishing the drawing, I admired my own technically superb base image, and just then I saw the version drawn by He Zhou.

...

When Tian Xiaoxi saw He Zhou's drawing of Nezha, her mind went blank.

Although it's still an abstract line drawing...

However, the Nezha drawn is clearly a disheveled figure with three heads and six arms, looking nothing like a normal child!

With his lips turned up in a defiant smirk and his two little tufts of hair sticking up, he looked like he was about to rush up and punch someone at any moment.

Abstract! Irritable! An extremely rebellious and easily angered child!

The conversation between He Zhou and Jiang Dai below is even more baffling.

Jiang Dai leaned close to He Zhou and asked curiously.

Why is it Nezha Conquers the Dragon King 1?

"Because this has three parts."

"I know!"

Jiang Dai leisurely munched on some jerky while answering quickly, "The next one will be called Nezha Conquers the Dragon King 2!"

"No."

He Zhou grinned, admiring the comics he drew, and declared confidently, "The next one will be called 'Red Lotus Demon Child Reborn'!"

"?"

Jiang Dai asked in confusion, "Then why wasn't the first one called 'The Demon Child Conquers the Dragon King'?"

"Because he was only three years old when the first movie was made, he wasn't a demon child yet."

"Oh, Meow knows! It's grown up in the second one!"

"Do not."

He Zhou replied without hesitation: "He's still three years old."

"Each side has its own perspective."

"?"

Although the kitten didn't understand, after taking a bite of a piece of jerky, it looked serious and exuded emotional power: "Humans are amazing!!"

Seeing her blank expression, He Zhou chuckled and ruffled her hair: "Just kidding, this is the first one too."

"The two parts are independent."

...

Just then, in the next panel of the comic, a stranger appeared at the door of He Zhou's classroom.

She was dressed in all black and held a very eerie white bone umbrella in her hand.

It didn't rain on Kirishima Island today!

Chapter 22 Nezha is more than halfway done! (Please continue reading!)

He Zhou was drawing a comic book, and he took a sip of water while drawing.

When he looked up, he saw a girl with long, straight black hair who was also holding an umbrella inside the classroom.

She was dressed in pure black, almost like a nun, and at first glance, her skin appeared almost translucent white.

As she slowly walked in, she seemed to blend into Kirishima's aura.

Tranquil, mysterious, and exquisitely clean from head to toe.

The homeroom teacher glanced at everyone and said, "This is Wen Tingyu, a student who transferred to our Wushima No. 8 Middle School from Wushima No. 1 Middle School today."

"Who would like to sit next to Wen Tingyu?"

He Zhou was stunned for a moment. There was a No. 7 Middle School in Wudao?

How come I've never heard of it?

His attention was immediately drawn, and readers left comments in the comment section.

[Huh? Isn't this the female character who's destined to die?]

She said she wanted to create a character like a pure, unattainable ideal, which piqued my curiosity.

[Kirishima No. 1 Middle School? A new map? No wonder I was wondering why it was Kirishima No. 8 Middle School; logically, there should be Middle Schools No. 1 through No. 7 on the island.]

...

White moonlight!

I know this guy very well!

In male-oriented novels, anything with these three words attached is usually pretty good.

He Zhou smiled broadly and stood up. Before he could speak, the girl on the stage spoke. A glimmer of light seemed to finally enter her cold eyes.

"So... there are still people willing to stand up."

"I thought my transfer career would begin in a silence where no one would respond."

"Everyone sits still, and the world closes the door for me."

"But you stood up."

Her voice was gentle, and her eyes were filled with emotion.

"Even though you've only stood up."

"But for me, this is already God's belated apology to me."

"..."

He Zhou's expression was stiff.

Damn it.

Damn! I forgot she's a struggling female comic book author!

I want to go home!!!

Go sit at the same table with that fussy guy!

You shouldn't believe that any normal people could be created by this terrible comic book author.

Well, except for kittens.

Jiang Dai, who was standing next to her, almost dropped the jerky she was eating. She blinked, completely stunned by the statement.

They even forgot to breathe on their faces.

...

The readers were also stunned.

Because He Zhou stood up, his popularity score still jumped up a little.

[Popularity increased by 0.1]

[Popularity increased by 0.1]

The homeroom teacher was silent for two seconds.

So, do you want to sit next to him?

Wen Tingyu lowered her head, her voice as soft as rain: "If I don't regret my redemption..."

"..."

He Zhou's reluctance was on the tip of her tongue when she sighed softly, "It seems that even light can go out."

Although He Zhou didn't say anything, she slowly folded her umbrella and chose to sit down on his right across the aisle.

The entire process was incredibly smooth and efficient.

For the first time, He Zhou felt a little helpless, perhaps because his gaze was too direct and blank. Wen Tingyu, who had already taken her seat next to him, even turned her head to look at him.

"My light, is there something you want to say to me?"

"……none."

You're already so incredible.

What can I say?

I'm speechless!

"..."

"don’t worry."

She smiled shyly: "I'm used to it."

"Even a brief moment of light shining on me is a great blessing to me."