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

The hype had already started to die down.

But someone posted a comment below: "[The aftermath was that his father forced him, and then he cut off his bones to return to his father and his flesh to return to his mother! So tragic!]"

what?

This explosive gossip shocked everyone.

【？？？？？】

[Are you kidding me? Abstract? How would you cut it? A three-year-old child cutting bone to repay his father?]

The person who posted the reply left a string of "wuwuwu" comments, without saying anything, just crying.

It makes others anxious.

Stop crying! Tell me! What are you crying about?

The person replied below: 【I'm Cyber ​​Crying at the Grave! So what!】

So that child eventually died?

[He's not dead.]

Seemingly afraid of being criticized, he also included a link at the end.

Half an hour later, in the comments section.

[Waaaaah.]

My Nezha! He's still so young!!

A surge of viewership poured into "Monster City".

The number of favorites, which was already over 500, has more than doubled.

He Zhou felt it most acutely.

The popularity rating kept rising almost all day, even though the ending wasn't completely finished yet.

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By evening, the popularity score had skyrocketed from 4.5 over the past two days to 7.5.

There is hope!

Just one step away from the goal!

Drawing the ending of Nezha's Conquering the Dragon King should probably boost sales even more.

If I can find a way to gain a few more story points, I can level up.

...

In reality, in a certain residential community.

"call!"

"Great!"

"I can finally withdraw my royalties this month!"

Although "Yokai City" is not a very popular manga, it has been added to the collection by a thousand people this month.

They all saw the latest chapter.

Subscribing to it will probably cost a lot of money.

"Confirm the payment!"

"Ha ha!"

When Tian Xiaoxi opened the payment page and saw that it was as high as 2000 yuan, she was so excited that she jumped up.

Can I finally get to eat delicious braised pork knuckle rice?!

awesome!

Ten minutes later.

Her phone vibrated, and she excitedly picked it up to check. When she saw the two thousand yuan that had been deposited into her account, she was in a great mood and even started humming a song.

[Your account has received 2000 yuan; your card balance is now 2238 yuan.]

"Two thousand two hundred and thirty-eight!"

"This is the beginning of a great cartoonist's journey! And me..."

Tian Xiaoxi was smiling happily, but before she could finish speaking, her phone vibrated again.

Looking down, her smile instantly froze.

[After deducting 1700 yuan, your card balance is 538 yuan.]

"?????"

What are you deducting!

Tian Xiaoxi clicked to check in a daze, only to find that 1,700 yuan had been transferred to an unknown account under the pretext of "traffic promotion".

What kind of filthy thing is this!

Money!

She never bought any traffic promotions! NO!!

...

the other side.

He Zhou decided to finish drawing the ending of Nezha.

After his resurrection, Nezha wreaked havoc in the Dragon Palace, completely defeating the four Dragon Kings. He was eventually reunited with his family and friends, rode a white deer to the clouds, and successfully protected the peace of Chentang Pass.

So exciting!

That was so exciting!

Although Nezha cut off his bones to repay his father and his flesh to repay his mother!

But he achieved the Great Way!

He became the Third Prince Nezha!

Satisfied with the end of Nezha's Havoc in the Sea, I was just about to tease the kitten next to me when I saw Jiang Dai, who had been lying on the table pretending to be asleep, suddenly startle.

Instantly, as if her hunting instincts had been awakened, she straightened her back and stared at the doorway with fierce and wary eyes.

"An unfamiliar smell!"

"Annoying!"

"..."

"Then who don't annoy you when you see them?"

He Zhou asked casually.

...

But what I didn't expect was...

Without a second thought, Jiang Dai turned her head and looked over: "People!"

"?"

"I don't find people annoying."

"..."

After staring at each other for a while, when their eyes met, He Zhou suddenly understood what she meant: "You mean, the only person you're referring to is me?"

"Uh-huh!"

Jiang Dai looked up, her eyes filled with pride: "She's smart!"

He Zhou asked curiously, "What about them?"

People arrived outside the door at some point. Although there were only a few of them, they were all wearing neat white school uniforms, looking clean, tidy, and uniform.

"them!"

"Unfamiliar smell! Disgusting!"

Jiang Dai's eyes turned into vertical pupils as she stared at them with extreme vigilance.

...

A few scattered comments popped up.

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[Oh! The only person the kitten mentioned is He Zhou! I actually found myself shipping a couple in this weird place! Does anyone understand?!]

Did you guys see their eyes just now? They were looking at Wen Tingyu and the NPCs in the comic! Something felt off about their gazes!

[It must be! That look in their eyes is definitely wrong! But why are there so few people in their team? Only two people per team?]

Are you looking at me?

Why are you looking at me?

He Zhou frowned and followed Jiang Dai's gaze. When he saw the students from Wudao No. 7 Middle School outside, the first thing he noticed was the clothes they were wearing, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

Their school uniforms were made to look like white shrouds, with the school name "Kirishima No. 7 Middle School" engraved on them, along with their own names and numbers. They were almost entirely devoid of color.

It's creepy just to look at them; they look like portraits made from the same mold.

The teacher leading the group had a strangely kind smile on his face, which looked like something out of the dark.

"Kirishima No. 7 Middle School?"

"This looks even more eerie than No. 8 Middle School!"

"Isn't this underworld school the most underworldly one?"

He Zhou sat up straight immediately, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

Since there is Kirishima No. 7 Middle School, it seems there should also be No. 1 through No. 6 Middle Schools.

Could it be that the area where most of the roads were not repaired before was a university district?

People from other schools have all come here, so there's bound to be another big storyline, but right now my popularity is just one step away from reaching that level, and I'm also a little short on the plot points.

Forget it.

Now that I have two abilities, I can only play it by ear.

...

On the podium.

The homeroom teacher led the student in.

"Students from Kirishima No. 7 Middle School will be visiting us for a three-day exchange program. This afternoon, we will be holding a welcome party for them."

"Everyone, remember to attend."

"The welcome party will be held at the Jinyuan Banquet Hall near our school. Please arrive at 2 PM today, and don't be late."

Because I always have to stay at home in the evenings, even though it's dinner time, I eat dinner very early.

When the students from No. 7 Middle School came in, He Zhou found that the usually lifeless regular class was even quieter.

It wasn't the usual numb silence.

The silence was so profound that even breathing was unconsciously slowed down.

Someone whispered, "Why is No. 7 Middle School here?"

The person next to him immediately nudged his arm, signaling him to be quiet.

He Zhou's eyelids twitched.