"boom"! "boom"! "boom"!

The basketball hit the floor with a heavy noise.

The young man held the wheelchair with one hand to make the wheelchair move forward as quickly as possible, and he was carrying a basketball in the other.

The opponent also drove the person in the wheelchair to intercept, the youth suddenly changed to accelerate, after the breakthrough, the ball was distributed to the outside line, and the friend made a shot.

After the youth and his teammates high-five, they looked towards the outside of the stadium, and a young woman in professional attire was standing at the door.

"Stop fighting." The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Seeing a beautiful woman... is your heart moved?" his teammate laughed.

"Nausea." The young man vomited and drove the wheel outside. "How come the big reporter has time to come to this small place?"

The young woman in front of him seemed to be in her early twenties, but the two had known each other for six or seven years. When he was playing basketball, the young woman was already a reporter.

"What nonsense?" The woman touched her shoulder bag with one hand, her eyes moist, "I'm just a sports reporter."

"I'm a very powerful sports reporter." The young man corrected his head and looked up at the woman.

"It doesn't make sense with you. By the way, aren't you abroad? Why are you back?" The woman's eyes were aimed at the young man's hand.

Compared with the separation, the young man has an extra layer of cocoon on his hands, and it is not easy for him to pass these years.

I want to come, too, originally considered the pride of heaven, but because of a car accident, he lost everything.

After so many years, the youth's once green face has been engraved with some vicissitudes.

"Before and after the injury, for me, it was a completely different world. If it were you, what would you do?" the young man asked rhetorically.

The woman was dumb.

Let alone the attitude of others toward him, I am afraid that even he may not accept himself who cannot stand up.

Before and after the injury, there are really two worlds.

"Then... why are you back now?"

"Time is the most powerful sculptor, it will make people adapt to another self." The young man laughed.

"And then? Why are you coming back?" the woman asked.

"In foreign countries, I am very confused. I don’t know what is the use of myself who can’t stand up. Some means to avoid myself. Whether playing games or chasing dramas, sometimes I play basketball with other people, but it’s very boring. It’s the same with comics. There are only a handful of good-looking comics."

"How old do you still look at those things?" The woman waved her hand quickly, "It's all children watching."

"Have you watched "The Soul of Chess"?"

"I've seen it." The woman nodded, but then waved her hand again, "That's not the same, okay?" Soul of the Chess" is a work recommended by China Chess Academy. The author invited Xie Shiqi to act as a consultant when creating it. The details are all true. "

"That's it. There are fairy tales specifically for children to read, and there are serious literature specifically for adults. Comics should be the same."

"So?" The woman was a little unconvinced.

"When I was in Europe, I met the author of "The Soul of the Game" and we stayed together for a few days. He is now drawing a new work, basketball, and one of them is with someone in a wheelchair like me."

"Find resonance?" The woman asked curiously.

"More than that." The young man rubbed his nose, with a somewhat smug smile on his face. "Do you know what the wheelchair youth is doing in that comic?"

"Where can I know? I don't read comics... I don't have time to read comics either." The woman smiled bitterly.

As a sports reporter, of course, I go to interviews wherever there are games. In many cases, there is no fixed place to rest.

"Coach!" The young man looked at his palm, his eyes twinkling, "I just remember now, even if I can't stand up, but I still have a brain, how to train, if I arrange tactics, I still remember, so I think I can Become a coach."

"Go to the club?"

"How is it possible? How can players who are worth tens of millions of dollars listen to me? Go to middle school."

"Middle school?"

"Yes, go to a school with poor grades but some talented players and take them to the national championship. This is my temporary idea." The youth gave a thumbs up.

The woman opened her mouth, just about to persuade, when she saw the youth's piercing eyes, she swallowed her words again.

"What do you want to say?" the young man asked.

"No. It's good if you can cheer up." The woman narrowed her eyes. "By the way, what is the comic that gave you a goal?"

""Basketball Sky" is now logged into the app, and Mr. Shen's new work is also basketball. What are you looking forward to?"

Seeing the bright smile of the young man, the woman's heart was relieved, and at the same time, she also remembered the title of the book he said in her heart.

...

After the serialization date of "" was confirmed, Shen Xin's work also officially started.

Since the first three episodes came out, Shen Xin, Gao Hang, Zhang Ziyue, and Hang Jian officially started the creation of "", and Liu Ruoxing started the coloring work on "DN".

"DN" is drawn by a digital screen, and the original data is in Shen Xin's hands. Therefore, the coloring process is much easier than hand-painting, and it can be drawn by three people. Even if there is no assistant from Zone 11, the problem is not too much. Big. But if the people from District 11 are really as powerful as Murakami said, it will be an enhancement to the studio.

After two or three days of negotiations, Murakami’s assistant confirmed that it was a person named "Asai Hui"~lightnovelpub.net~Shen Xin glanced at the information sent by Murakami. He was only 25 years old. But the resume is very thick. She served as the assistant of "Waste Hunter"-this comic was once the pillar-level comic of "Shoun Leap".

After confirming the flight of the plane, Shen Xin arranged for Wang Wenhong to pick her up. After calculating the time, it was almost time to arrive.

Shen Xin was painting while waiting for the new assistant to come. In the evening, the assistant did not wait, but waited for Wu Xiaoli.

"Young Leap" needs an editor who can speak Japanese. Wu Xiaoli's Japanese is average, not even as good as Wang Wenhong, but it is better than not knowing anything. In addition, she has a good relationship with Yan Fei, and Yu Chen will hand over work with Yan Fei. The task was handed over to her.

Wu Xiaoli went to Lu Ning's studio first, then took Yan Fei to Shen Xin.

"What brings you here?" Shen Xin asked curiously when she saw Wu Xiaoli push the door in.

He only submits emails now, Wu Xiaoli doesn't need to make a special trip over here.

"I have nothing to do, mainly to see Sister Yan, and by the way to see the progress of "SD"."

"The second story will be ready soon." Shen Xin smiled.

"Also, Mr. Shen, have the posters for publicity been drawn? "Young Leap" has been urging." Wu Xiaoli asked again.

"It's ready, it will be sent to your mailbox at night."

"That's great." Wu Xiaoli clasped her hands together, as if she understood what was going on, "As expected of Teacher Shen, the speed is fast."

"Stop talking about these useless things, let's talk, what else can I do this time?"

"I said it was all right. If I said something was going on, it was related to Sister Yan."

"Ok?"

"Ms. Han Ye's new work is sure to be serialized lightly... Ms. Lu Ning and Sister Yan are probably not comfortable."

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