On Saturday, Song Yunwu rarely left the house early in the morning.

　　While everyone was still immersed in the retreat on the weekend, she ran back home excitedly, shouting: "Come on! Come out, come out!"

　　 "What are you doing," Simon Qing yawned, "Don't you know that destroying a person's dream is like killing a parent? Unless you pay me with a blood bag."

　　 "What nonsense! Look at what this is!"

　　 Ximen Qing took a closer look and found that Song Yunwu was waving a thick magazine at this time: "What is this?"

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 Seeing Song Yunwu's silly smile, Ximen Qing suddenly realized something: "This is...our cartoon?"

　　 "That's right!" Song Yunwu waved to her, "Come down and have a look."

　　 Ximen Qing immediately went downstairs, and at this time Qin Yuyao and the others were also woken up one after another. Only the door Zi did not come out, she drank too much last night.

　　 Song Yunwu went straight upstairs and dragged her off the bed.

　　 The family gathered around the table, looking at the thick magazine in the center.

　　 "I'm going to open it..." Like a ceremony, Song Yunwu first opened the catalog, and then turned to the page where their comics were based on the page number.

　　 "Working Cell", original work: Dance.

　　 The colorful title page was rushed out one night after Song Yunwu signed the contract, and after that it was the official content.

　　Mars SQUAT is a semi-monthly publication with about 300 pages. There are 18 works in total. Some of them are more than a dozen pages, and some are 30 pages like "Working Cell". The former are mostly fan and fan works, while the latter are serious original works.

　　 Seeing the comics he drew were printed into magazines, Song Yunwu was so moved that tears were streaming down. Even though the quality of this paper is extremely poor, it still represents her success.

　　 "Finally... I can finally raise my head and tell others that I am a cartoonist!"

　　 Song Yunwu still wanted to give some testimonials, but finally saw Ximen Qing's hand stretched out.

"What are you doing?"

　　 "The manuscript fee," Ximen Qing said, "you have to have 6000 yuan for this issue, and it's five to five dollars, 3000."

　　 Song Yunwu's emotions were instantly interrupted. She slapped Ximen Qing's hand away: "You guy is really losing money!"

　　 "If you have no money, you can **** my blood?"

　　 "6000 must be taxed! There are also costs such as drawing paper and ink. 3000 is impossible. I will give you 2000 at most."

　　 "You cost 2000?! Okay, well, better than nothing, 2000 can make a living." Ximen Qing now **** two bags of blood a day, each bag costs more than 300.

　　 With 2,000 yuan, she can have 13 more bags of blood, and 26 bags twice a month. Although it is still not enough, it can be considered better.

　　 "Hey, charter lady, can you discuss with the publisher how many more pages to publish each month?" Ximen asked hopefully.

　　 In the end, Song Yunwu glared at her directly: "I don't need kung fu to paint? Do you think 30 pages in half a month is easy? You have to publish a few more pages, you can do it?"

　　 "啧—" Ximen had no choice but to give up.

　　 [Oh, it's a useless RBQ, if only I could draw another one. Ximen’s love is very clear. Painting geniuses like Song Yunwu are hard to come by. Instead of looking for others to consume those memories that she only has, she would rather look forward to Song Yunwu’s popularity one day and make a lot of money. .

　　 "I just don't know if this comic will be popular." After being rejected once, Ximen Qing is not so confident anymore.

　　 There are too many factors for a work to become popular. Even if it has exploded on another earth, everything is still unknown in another world.

　　...

　　 Zheng Qiang is 35 years old and is an elementary school teacher.

　　 Saturday is the day when the students are on holiday, but he still has to correct his homework and prepare for next week's lesson plan.

　　 "Ah-this guy, why does "I hate less when I use the book" followed by "The money is not enough until the end of the month"?"

　　 "The word ‘painless’ is written in front of ‘the flow of people’? What advertisements do you usually watch, hello?"

　　 "Ah oh my god, who taught this? Why do you think I would tick you by writing "Teacher, you are so handsome"? Although I am really handsome."

　　...

　　 Being a teacher these years is not only troublesome, but also troublesome. Zheng Qiang has been a teacher over the years, and he only feels that the children of late have become more and more able to play. The pupils of ten years ago are obviously very honest.

　　 Just as he took a deep breath to relieve pressure, the door suddenly opened, and a little head was sneaking around the door.

　　 Zheng Qiang's eyelids twitched: "Zheng Zhun! You come in for Laozi!"

　　 "Ah!" An exclamation came from the door, and then a little boy walked in reluctantly. He put his hands behind his back, as if hiding something.

　　 "What's it hiding? Show it to me."

　　 Just as the little boy wanted to quibble, he was discouraged when he saw Zheng Qiang's majestic gaze. He took out the things honestly.

　　 Zheng Qiang recognized it as a comic magazine. He collects several copies in class every month.

　　 "Did you finish your homework?"

　　 The little boy shook his head.

　　 "Then do it quickly," he took the magazine and put it aside, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "read it when it's done."

　　 "Oh." The little boy Zheng Zhun immediately returned to the room obediently.

　　 Zheng Qiang does not object to his son's reading of comics, and he only prevents his son from playing with things.

　　 corrected for a while, he couldn't help but leaned on the sofa and rubbed his temples.

　　 The job of the teacher is too stressful. Just now, a guy drew a QR code for him to scan the answer.

　　 He took out his phone, wondering whether to try it. I accidentally caught a glimpse of the comic magazine just seized.

　　 "Forget it, read the magazine and relax."

　　 This magazine is called "Mars SQUAT". At the beginning, there were some derivative works that he didn't understand. He just kept flipping, turning to a page he was interested in before stopping.

　　 Zheng Qiang swears that he would never stop when he saw a beautiful woman.

　　 But this painting is really beautiful, completely different from the previous ones.

　　 ""Working Cells"? Where are the cells?" He looked at it with curiosity.

　　 "Oh? Are these people cells?"

　　 "Fuck! The floor exploded. Is this just a rupture of the inner wall of the blood vessel?"

　　 "Wow, this knife is so powerful, is this white blood cells?"

　　 "This is...platelet? It's so small, so cute, hey, why did I only give birth to a son?"

　　...

　　 After reading a few pages, he probably understood the routine of this comic. The cells are personified, and the process of a bacterial invasion is shown in an exaggerated way.

　　 Seeing the place where Streptococcus pneumoniae was sent away by the sneeze, he subconsciously touched his nose: "There shouldn't be rockets coming out of me, right?"

　　 He wanted to see it again, but found that there was no more, but another serialized comic.

　　...