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  "My strengths are not in drawing skills, but in the various stories in my mind. I'm better at starting from the story rather than the drawing skills. Of course, it's impossible to create a comic just for our class, there's no need for that, and time-wise, it's also not feasible." Even if it's a short story, creating a comic with over 40 characters is not something that can be completed in a short amount of time.

  Songs and short paragraphs are even more impossible, too difficult.

  Su Ze Chen suddenly asked "Head Monitor, how many people are in our class?"

  Look at this question, after studying for three years, he still doesn't even know how many people are in his own class. It's easy to imagine what Su Xichen has been doing these past three years...

  "Counting Xiaosi, there are forty-three people in total." The head of the class replied.

  Su Zhe gave a white eye to Da Ban Zhang, why did he have to single him out!

  "Forty-three, one two three four five six seven... forty-three, got it!" Su Xichen muttered to himself, his eyes shining as if he had suddenly thought of something, a smile spreading across his face. "With forty-three people, I've finally thought of a way, and I'll definitely get first place." Su Xichen once again regained his confident demeanor.

  "What idea have you come up with, Little Fourth?" Li Dongfang asked curiously.

  "Just ignore this class monitor, Class Monitor, give me a copy of the list of classmates."

  Why is there a list of classmates? It's simple, because Su Xianchen can't even recognize his own classmates.

  She took out a blank notebook from the class monitor's bookshelf and wrote and drew on it.

  "The class leader of the 'Little Fourth' grade suddenly shouted, then looked like he wanted to say something but stopped."

  "What's with the class monitor?" Su Xichen stopped writing.

  "That... didn't you notice something?" The class president pointed at her own wrist.

  "What's wrong, Head Monitor? Did you hurt your wrist?" Su Xichen asked, but he didn't see any signs of injury either.

  The class leader's face turned red as if he was in a hurry, pointing at the window and then at the computer.

  Su Shilei took a look at the clear moon and sparse stars tonight, without any storms, and also no viruses or other situations on the computer, what does Li Dongfang mean?

  "The class leader speaks directly and doesn't beat around the bush." Su Xichen didn't like guessing games.

  Li Dongfang coldly snorted and loudly shouted "Xiao Si you're going to die! It's already half past eleven!!"

  So saying, Su Xianchen suddenly understood what the head teacher had just said, and pointing at his wrist wasn't about a wrist injury but was reminding him to pay attention to time.

  However, the class monitor didn't have a watch on his hand either. He pointed to the window to tell Su that it was getting late, and then he pointed to the computer screen, not to look at the content of the player, but to look at the time in the lower right corner.

  Li Muqi was fine just now, but it's just a man and a woman, at more than 11 o'clock, they still stayed together, which seemed a bit inappropriate. But directly told him: Su Shicheng, you should go back.

  It's not good to say so, so the class leader said it in a roundabout way, but as soon as Su Rui Chen entered the state, his brain reaction slowed down, and the class leader hinted for half a day without reacting.

  "That's it, then. I'm off, Head Monitor." Su Xichen waved his hand and left.

  Li Dongfang gazed at Su Shicen's receding back, his eyes filled with curiosity, muttering to himself "I wonder what method Little Fourth has come up with to depict all 43 people in the class? I sneaked a peek just now and it seemed like I saw something called 'Ice River', could it be that Little Fourth is planning to put the background at the North Pole ice sheet?"

  Assigning roles to everyone in the class would be too monotonous, so it's natural to add a background. Student union president Li Lixue has studied Chinese painting and is said to be planning to move the characters' backgrounds to some famous historical sites in China, which is a great idea.

  Li Dongfang clenched his fist and secretly cheered Su Rixing on "Little Fourth mustn't lose..."

  ……

  As soon as I got home, my mother Wei Xin said, "A-Chen, Zhang Chen just called you."

  "Oh, why didn't Zhang Chen call me? Geez." Su Xichen took out his phone to return Zhang Chen's call, only to find that his phone had automatically shut down due to low battery. No wonder...

  Call over with landline, fortunately it didn't hang up like last time. "Zhang Chen, have you finished drawing the illustration for 'The Matrix'?"

  "It's almost done, but there are some aspects that need your attention, Master Su." Even though Zhang Chen has become a well-known cartoonist, he still calls Su Xianchen "Master Su", which hasn't changed despite Su Xianchen correcting him many times. However, Zhang Chen remains nonchalant about it.

  "Okay, Zhang Chen, are you still in the studio?"

  "Of course, comics will never die, and work will never stop." Zhang Chen's full energy can be heard from the phone.

  "Alright, I'll be right there." Su Xichen prepared to set off.

  "Ah Chen just came back and wants to go out again?" Wei Xin said.

  "Uh, there's still something I haven't taken care of," Su Xichen said. "By the way, mom, I won't be back tomorrow either, I'll go to Beijing the day after tomorrow."

  "Going to the capital again?" Because of the "Journey to the West in the Desolate Era", Su Shicen had stayed in the capital for several months, so Wei Xin felt some disgust when hearing about the capital.

  "Hey, I've got some good news to tell you, mom. The Writers' Association has invited me to join and I'm going to attend their event tomorrow." Su Xichen said, but his mother Wei Xin didn't react at all.

  At least give some reaction, otherwise how can Su Rui Chen continue talking?

  "Mom, why aren't you reacting at all?!"

  "A'chen, do you still remember Xiao Nan?" Wei Xin asked.

  "Of course I remember my junior high school classmate, what's up?"

  "Not long ago, I heard from a former neighbor that Xiaonan had published a collection of poems, and although the sales were not very good, he had already entered the Municipal Writers Association. Ahchen, you have written so many bestsellers, you should have entered the association long ago." This is why Su Xichen's mother didn't react.

  "Really, can't Mom tell the difference?" Su Xichen explained, "I was invited to join the National Writers Association, while Xiaonan joined the Municipal Writers Association. They're not even on the same level. If it were the Municipal Writers Association, I would have been invited to join when my first book 'Journey to the West' came out."

  "Oh, I see. So that's how it is. Ah Chen is really impressive, actually joining the National Writers Association." Understanding this point, Old Mom Wei Xin finally reacted and immediately reminded with concern "Xiao Si must be more humble, don't be too proud, learn from your seniors more."

  "Ah, I see!"

  The door opened, and before his left leg had even stepped out, he suddenly remembered something very important, so he pulled his foot back and ran back to his own room.

  "Almost forgot again, the ID card." Then he searched for a long time in the room and finally found the card that Wang Ni gave him, which delayed him for another half an hour.

  This time entering the Purple Star Building was very smooth, adding a name and then coming to Zhang Chen's studio.

  "Master Su, you've arrived. What do you think?" The character setting of "The Matrix" was set by Su Manying, although there are some problems with the overall structure of the painting, but just drawing a single character is completely fine.

  In the previous life, the role of Neo was played by Keanu Reeves, who is indeed quite handsome, but not the most handsome one. In Su Rixing's heart, there are only two Western male stars who are forever the most handsome: Tom Cruise and Clark Gable.

  Especially Clark Gable, known as the "Movie Emperor", Hitler was said to have liked Gable very much and once said that whoever could bring Gable intact before him would receive a reward. A person can be handsome to such an extent that it can be said to be handsome to the extreme!

  So Su Release Morning combines the advantages of these three stars in terms of character setting, anyway, it's painting, and of course, the more handsome you can paint, the more handsome you will be, and you will kill all readers in seconds.

  Can't help but say that Zhang Chen's painting skills are indeed very solid, almost all the requirements he mentioned are met. The protagonist wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses really looks handsome.

  "It's almost perfect, just make some slight adjustments to this illustration. Since it's a rectangle, it should be more majestic. Your drawing is too small and petty. This is a place that holds all of humanity, not a chicken coop."

  "It's also true, Master Su thought it through thoroughly." Zhang Chen nodded.

  "There are also these few pictures of fighting scenes, this way of fighting is a bit too common."

  "How can that be? This painting style is already the most trendy nowadays." Su Xichen was speechless, this kind of one-move-one-style was still the most popular, according to Zhang Chen's painting style it seemed like those one-move-one-style martial arts dramas from the 60s and 70s, completely mismatched. Su Xichen painted illustrations to increase visual appeal, not to disgust people.

  The film version of "The Matrix" had the famous Yuen Woo-ping as its martial arts director, so Su Rui-cheng prepared to let Zhang Chen's mind be opened. "This won't do!" Then Su Rui-cheng snatched the brush from Zhang Chen's hand and began to paint with a flourish, drawing several chapters of fight scenes at an extremely fast speed.

  ...then Zhang Chen was shocked, his eyes wide open as if he had seen something unbelievable, and said in a very surprised tone "Master Su, is this painted by you?"

  Originally Zhang Chen was very much looking forward to Su Xian's painting, but it turned out to be a matchstick man, a very crude matchstick man, how could Zhang Chen not be shocked?

  "Don't mind those details, what I want you to see is the way of fighting, imagine that you must be open-minded, can't be limited by conventional thinking, and try to make use of the surrounding environment. The Matrix trilogy is a science fiction film, and they also live in data, so it's completely fine to exaggerate a bit. You must always remember the eight-character motto: action must be fast, posture must be handsome!"

  Under Su Xilai's brainwashing-like bombardment, Zhang Chen suddenly enlightened and picked up his pen to start fighting again. In fact, Su Xilai's summary was completely correct. Think about it, in "The Matrix" trilogy, whether it's hand-to-hand combat or gun battles, aren't the black trench coats flying around with unparalleled elegance? This effect must be achieved. When he came, Su Xilai also brought the script and handed over the scripts of all three parts of "The Matrix" to Zhang Chen. Since he had shown Zhang Chen the rough draft before, Zhang Chen only needed to browse through the complete script once to find the places that were different from the rough draft and make revisions.

  The Matrix trilogy, Su Xichen can be said to have modified it several times to guarantee its quality and brilliance. After all, the illustrations are just additional points, and the true score is still the content.

  Su Shicen and Zhang Chen struggled in the studio for a day for "The Matrix", but actually it was just Zhang Chen who struggled, while Su Shicen directed from the side.

  After a day and night of hard work, the modification of the illustration manuscript of "The Matrix" trilogy is almost complete, and then there are coloring and other things to do. In just a few days, "The Matrix" trilogy will be published.

  After finishing the illustration, Su Xichen didn't stay for a moment and boarded a flight to Beijing to attend the National Writers Association.

  I don't know what activity it is, first time going, first time participating, no familiar faces, still a little nervous in my heart...