When Qiao Yu returned to the studio, it was already evening.

　　 Shen Xin saw Qiao Yu with a tired face. He didn't know what Yan Fei said to him, but he could see that he was in a bad mood.

　　 also, the submission is rejected, it is strange to be in a good mood.

　　 After coming to this world, Shen Xin was fairly smooth sailing, but before crossing, his manuscripts were often rejected.

　　 "That...or else, do you take a break today?" Shen Xin said.

　　 "But there is no manuscript to draw..." Qiao Yu said in surprise.

　　 "I won't have any problems with the top today. Don't worry, the reward will not be deducted." Shen Xin said with a smile.

　　 Qiao Yu listened to Shen Xin's painting and smiled reluctantly, "Thank you, Teacher Shen."

　　 Ruan Ying heard Qiao Yu's words weak, and she guessed one or two. She also showed helplessness when she watched Qiao Yu leave.

　　 Qiao Yu carried a backpack and returned to the dormitory.

　　 had no intention of eating, but he was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, so he sat up again and took out the manuscript in the backpack. Each editor's comments were like steel pins, pierced in his heart.

　　 The road in the future, how should I go—

　　 Qiao Yu leaned back in the chair and looked up at the ceiling, feeling confused.

　　 "咚咚."

　　 The door of the room was knocked suddenly, and Qiao Yu immediately sat up straight.

　　 Is my door knocked?

　　 Just when Qiao Yu was surprised, the knock on the door sounded again.

　　 "Who?" Qiao Yu asked.

　　 "Wang Wenhong." The person outside said suddenly.

　　Wang Wenhong? What is he here for?

　　 As an assistant, Qiao Yu has heard about the editors of all major magazines in Yunhai, and also has contact information. Assistants like him basically belong wherever they have a job. Therefore, always pay attention to the editor's trends and recommend yourself at any time.

　　 But he rarely interacts with the editor of "Dreamer", and it is not clear why Wang Wenhong came to him.

　　Opening the door, I saw Wang Wenhong wearing a black coat and carrying gifts standing outside the door.

　　 "Wang Bian, why did you find me here?" Qiao Yu was puzzled.

　　 "Private matter." Wang Wenhong pushed the middle frame of the glasses, "This is not a place to talk, can I enter and talk about it?"

　　 "Oh, please come in." Qiao Yu quickly gave way to Wang Wenhong.

　　Wang Wenhong put the gift on the table and took the chair from Qiao Yu.

　　 "How have you been living recently?" Wang Wenhong looked around. The decoration in the room was very simple. Apart from the wardrobe, there was only a table and a chair. Qiao Yu now has nowhere to sit, so she can only sit on the bed.

　　 There are a lot of tools and comic books for drawing comics. It seems that Qiao Yu has spent a lot of money on them.

　　 "It's okay. There is nothing wrong with normal life." Qiao Yu glanced at Wang Wenhong and said, "Wang made up, isn't it to say this?"

　　 "Hey." Wang Wenhong touched his chin, "Since you like to be straightforward, I won't talk nonsense. Can you come to me? Be the assistant of "Toggle"."

　　 "Digging people?" Qiao Yu snorted coldly.

　　 "It's not impossible for you to understand this way." Wang Wenhong admitted straightforwardly.

"Editor Wang, although "Toggle to Fall" was much better than "Y's" when it was originally serialized, but the leaflet was completely at a disadvantage. Why should I abandon "Y's" and go to be an assistant to "Toggle to Down"?" Qiao Yu shook his head. Shook his head.

　　 "Sure enough, this is the case. Should I give double rewards?" Wang Wenhong smiled.

　　 "Double?" Qiao Yu's expression tightened.

　　 "Yes, although "Y’s" is selling well, your remuneration hasn't risen yet, right?" Wang Wenhong continued to ask.

"No."

　　 "So, instead of expecting it, it's better to get the money." Wang Wenhong smiled lightly.

　　 Qiao Yu shook his head again, "I'm sorry, I don't want to go."

　　 "You don't want to triple, do you? Young man, don't be too greedy." Wang Wenhong instantly became cold.

　　 "It has nothing to do with money. Following Teacher Shen, I can learn a lot." Qiao Yu stood up from the bed, "Wang Bian, I am afraid that there is something called a'dream', right?"

　　Wang Wenhong digs into a corner for the first time, and unexpectedly encounters this kind of second stunner, and can't find any excuses for a while.

　　 "Dream? You are too second in middle school..." Wang Wenhong muttered to himself, glanced at the desktop, and suddenly saw the envelope on the desktop, his eyes lit up.

　　This type of envelope, he couldn't be more familiar with it.

　　 "Is this the manuscript of your painting?" Wang Wenhong asked.

　　 "Hmm." Qiao Yu nodded slightly.

　　 "Ready to contribute?"

　　 "No... has been rejected."

　　 "Can I take a look?" Wang Wenhong asked.

　　 "The painting is terrible." He said so, but Qiao Yu still passed the manuscript to Wang Wenhong, and he was still not reconciled.

　　Wang Wenhong glanced at the editor's comment on the back.

　　 "Dark fairy tale, the idea is very good, very enlightening. But the style is too dark, not suitable for boy manga."

　　 "There is a foreshadowing in the front, there is always a main line, and let people follow this main line to read, the storytelling and painting skills need to be improved."

　　 "The early stage is dark and the ending is complete. I like this story better, but the details are not handled well, especially the painted corpse, which makes people very uncomfortable."

　　...

　　Wang Wenhong saw the editor's comments and he already had a general understanding of the manuscript in his heart, so his expectations were relatively low. Reading through the manuscript quickly confirms the inner thoughts.

　　 "Who is your editor?"

　　 "Sister Yan Fei. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "It's her..." Wang Wenhong rubbed his chin. This short story is not good either in terms of intention or painterly. It is indeed a bit troublesome to deal with.

　　If it were to receive a manuscript, he would definitely not write this manuscript, but he is now digging people. Of course, he should try his best to see if there is room for maneuverability.

　　 After reading the manuscript three or four times, Wang Wenhong put down the manuscript.

"Although it is a hostile magazine, I admit that what these editors say is true, regardless of it, and it is not impossible to change." Wang Wenhong's tone is not sure, "As for whether it can be published in the magazine, it depends on your name. ."

　　 "How to change?" Qiao Yu's eyes were unusually bright.

　　 "You promise to leave "Y’s" first." Wang Wenhong said.

　　 "If you guarantee that my novel can be serialized, I will listen to you." Qiao Yu said.

"I will not make such a guarantee. A talented person, even if there is only one opportunity for a short story, he can seize it and start a long story. If you don’t have such determination, it’s not worth changing your name. You still Honestly, continue to be an assistant, right?" Wang Wenhong stood up from his seat.

　　 After all, Qiao Yu’s ambition is not to be an assistant, but at present, his works have no potential to become popular. Even if he gives up, Wang Wenhong will not regret it.

　　 "You mean...I don't have the talent for creating long comics?" Qiao Yu said loudly.

　　 "You don't even believe in yourself, how can you make me believe in you?" Wang Wenhong asked rhetorically.

　　 Seeing Wang Wenhong preparing to leave, Qiao Yu finally made up his mind, "I see, isn't it just a gamble? I bet!"

　　 The corner of Wang Wenhong's mouth was slightly raised. He first removed one of Shen Xin's "foot", and then, it was time to move Shen Xin's other "foot".