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

She had a vague feeling that if the plot she wrote didn't fit the character's personality, she would rewrite the plot according to the character's personality.

"I must carefully plan the plot for the next scene!"

...

Because it was too late to get back that day and he was worried about safety, He Zhou didn't take the registered letter with him and decided to pick it up after class the next day.

the next day.

The students from No. 7 Middle School didn't rush to leave.

During class, they could be seen interacting with students in the experimental class.

While having lunch with Jiang Dai in the cafeteria, He Zhou occasionally overheard the students in the experimental class discussing course-related issues.

"It seems like even regular classes at No. 7 Middle School have to take extra classes. And they don't just teach Chinese and math; their monthly exams even include a 'light pool level test'."

"The whole school also has a ranking of light pool levels, and there are monthly load-bearing capacity tests. Students with high rankings will also receive storage items."

"Although the students in the regular classes only have energy rankings and course score rankings for the time being, they are also receiving rewards."

"It's stricter than our school."

"really."

A student from another experimental class said casually, "Our school has only been established for five years, but their teaching staff is much stronger."

"The courses shouldn't be this different."

Someone nearby added, "What rank you get doesn't really matter. What matters is being able to recall something happy when you actually get to that point."

Others chimed in, "That's true."

...

He Zhou's lips twitched.

Want to think of something happy?

What could be happy about in this wretched place?

Forget it.

I should be focusing on grinding Nezha 2 as soon as possible.

Anyway, I'm just an ordinary student now.

As soon as school was over in the afternoon, He Zhou went straight to the foot of Building 3 in Mingde Garden.

"This should be it, right?"

There was a whole row of mailboxes in front of me.

The apartment numbers of many residents were neatly pasted on the wall.

Many of these email addresses have likely been unused for a long time and have developed a layer of rust.

For some reason, He Zhou suddenly remembered what the teacher from No. 7 Middle School had said about the safety of the area during dinner yesterday, and he felt a little uneasy.

With so many people moving, is this still the safest place?

While muttering to himself, he typed in the numbers [301301].

[Input successful, opened.]

The mailbox in the third row, fourth compartment opened with a snap, and there really was a letter inside!

When He Zhou received the letter, he was speechless at such an ancient method of communication.

What era are we living in? Still writing letters?

Why not use a mobile phone?

Chapter 29 Wasn't Ao Bing's cramps pulled out? (Please continue reading)

The letter turned out to be from a 'friend'.

However, it was unsigned, and we don't know who sent it.

"I don't have any friends!"

"Are you kidding me!"

"I'm wearing it!"

There's no good food here!

As he thought about the lack of delicious food, He Zhou belatedly realized, a chill running down his spine...

There didn't seem to be any shops open outside.

I've been here for a month or two now.

Thinking about it carefully, the small supermarkets outside only have the most basic supplies and some necessities for students, and most of the stores are closed.

I had only overlooked this point before because everyone else in school was so incredibly talented.

...

After looking through them, I realized that the bottom letter looked like it was from a year ago.

"This should be the first one."

He Zhou picked up the bottom letter and opened it only after confirming that it was unsigned.

Look down.

The letter contained a great deal of information.

The handwriting on the letter was neat, and the tone seemed to be extremely familiar with him.

[Zhouzi, I've been at my new school for a while now. The school is stricter now, and communication devices have been banned, so I can only write to you.]

The teacher said we're not allowed to send messages for our safety. Also! My buddy is finally going to the same school as my idol, Jiang Yan!

"That's why we don't have cell phones."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder they use such an ancient method.

But is it dangerous?

Why is it dangerous?

He Zhou was completely baffled.

...

Continue by opening the second package.

The second letter was sent two months ago.

His tone was noticeably less relaxed than before.

There was also a crying face drawn on the letter.

[Zhouzi, I now think our No. 8 Middle School is still the best. No. 7 Middle School is full of top students, but No. 8 Middle School is my paradise for a slacker!]

But the teacher said that if I wanted to transfer back to No. 8 Middle School, I'd have to participate in an internal competition. And that competition was incredibly competitive; even my idol, Jiang Yan, signed up!

Do you think he's crazy? He's one of the top students in the No. 7 Middle School rankings, and he actually wants to transfer to No. 8 Middle School?

But he wasn't chosen, and neither was I. It seems a girl named Wen Tingyu was chosen instead. Sigh... I really regret it, bro.

He Zhou was dumbfounded after reading it.

Is No. 8 Middle School okay?

What's so good about it?

Is it better to teach people to just wait to die?

Suddenly, I remembered what the teacher from No. 7 Middle School had said about the safety of No. 8 Middle School, and I got goosebumps.

...

There's only one letter left.

It was sent recently.

He Zhou curiously opened it, looked down, and was stunned.

[Zhouzi, my idol got accepted into a vocational college early! That's amazing! It's a vocational college! The teaching staff is strong! And it's very safe! The teacher said he's no longer suitable to stay at No. 7 Middle School.]

My buddy's going to Nanwai Island with Jiang Yan! I heard that Nanwai Island has much more survival supplies than we do here, more shops, and they're doing much better!

I received a special survival item as a reward in the competition, and I've already placed it in the usual spot. Remember to pick it up.

"..."

He Zhou stared at the words "the old place" and was speechless.

What old place?

We can't get this thing either.

Forget it.

Maybe if the character is upgraded and their backstory is expanded, we'll be able to see who it is.

...

Over the next few days, He Zhou began to think about his next comic, drawing with great enthusiasm.

Laugh to death.

Anyone who comes here knows how awful this place is.

If it weren't for the fact that his abilities didn't allow it, he would work around the clock.

After being upgraded to a casual observer, He Zhou has clearly felt the difference in the past few days.

I gradually started to feel a sense of presence at school.

For example, during class, the teacher might call on you to answer questions.

During class each day, some students would occasionally chat for a few minutes.

"The steamed buns in the cafeteria today tasted just so-so."

"There aren't many shops left around here. It's good enough if you can find something to eat, right, Xiao Zhou?"

"..."

He Zhou looked at the classmate who suddenly turned around and called him to chat, and gave a few perfunctory replies: "Yeah, that's right."

...

Nowadays.

When everyone saw He Zhou preparing to design the characters for the next comic, they curiously gathered around to ask about the content of the next comic.

That's exactly how it looks when someone finally treats you like a human being or a classmate.

"The next one?"

He Zhou is already getting PTSD just talking about the next comic book; who knows what kind of bizarre interpretations they'll come up with next.

However, considering that this part could also serve as a summary for readers who want to read the comics, I still gritted my teeth and went ahead with it.

"My next book is about an amazing pearl in the world that splits in two. Nezha was chosen as the Spirit Pearl, and Ao Bing was chosen as the Demon Pearl..."

"what?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Wen, the classmate next to him, asked curiously, "Isn't that dragon whose tendons were pulled out named Ao Bing? Didn't Ao Bing have his tendons pulled out?"

"You still remember this?"

He Zhou was somewhat surprised at this point, but still explained, "It doesn't exist yet."

"Oh, so that means they'll have their dragon tendons pulled out from them in the future?"

Before He Zhou could speak, he sighed sadly: "People will indeed follow their predetermined fate, even dragons are no exception."