【Shocking! The reason behind the success of Piano Prince's performance is actually——! 】
[About "Girl's Sorrows", let's start with the behind-the-scenes love story of Master Wayne, the son of Duke Elliot! 】
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The next day, seeing the increasingly outrageous reports circulating on the street, Wayne couldn't help but cover his face with a painful expression.
Since the bad start of our own newspaper, other newspapers and periodicals trying to imitate have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain.
However, in terms of distribution scale and audience, they still cannot match the shares of Leaf Publishing House and Dandelion Publishing House. Most of them are just small workshops that intend to imitate and only want a piece of the pie.
But in order to stimulate sales, such a small workshop can write even more unlimited reports than its own.
All kinds of crude and eye-catching headlines, all kinds of so-called "internal revelations" that are so-called "internal revelations"... Wein is really amazed by the proficiency of their techniques.
What's even more painful is that the common people at the bottom of the royal capital really love this one.
It is said that if anyone is lucky enough to grab it first, it will be easy to resell it to others at double the purchase price after viewing it.
"No, the market must be regulated for this kind of thing. We can't allow everything to be published!"
He slapped the third-rate tabloid on the table angrily.
I originally came to Leaf Publishing House today to find out how the follow-up response to Lawrence's concert would be. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, I saw something so eye-catching.
Those people are simply writing short stories using themselves as the protagonists!
When he finds out who did this kind of thing, he must arrest those people and lock them up in the city guard for ten days and a half!
Picking up the low-quality newspapers that Wayne had thrown down from the table and taking a look at them, Chris raised the corners of her mouth and quickly straightened them out.
Hey, you laughed, right?
You must be secretly laughing at me, right?
However, Chris didn't pay attention to Wayne's embarrassed and angry expression at all.
"My writing style is quite good. If I get into writing in the future, I might be a talented person." She commented fairly.
"Uh..." Modric laughed awkwardly, "Actually, I also intend to find a few potential writers among them to serialize it in our newspaper."
He gave a good reason: "After all, those people have novel ideas and the fees are cheap."
"Can."
Kris agreed to his request simply.
Thus, a world where only Wayne was injured was achieved.
By the time Modric left the [Chairman's Office] to execute the plan, Wien began to feel restless.
Sometimes he was lying on the sofa rolling around, and sometimes he walked to the bookshelf and wandered around.
Chrissy didn't react to his actions. She just lay on the desk alone, writing and drawing something.
Seeing that all the measures to attract her attention had failed, Wayne quietly approached her from behind with some reluctance, preparing to see if she was in the woods.
Several pieces of paper were spread out on the large desk, and Chris was tracing lines.
"Don't stand by the window, blocking the light." She frowned without raising her head.
"oh."
He had to reluctantly switch to the other side.
But now that her intention had been exposed, he no longer tried to hide it, and directly put his head up next to her.
It seems like a comic?
It hasn't been colored yet, but the line drawing is already quite complete. It can be seen that the effect should be pretty good after painting.
"This is--"
Although he already had a guess in his mind, he still wanted to hear Chris confirm it personally.
"This is... the comic I'm planning to publish." She breathed out and lifted up the lined paper.
See it more clearly now.
It is indeed a work that seems to glow under the sunlight outside the window.
very familiar.
I don’t know how long it’s been since I read comics, and I really miss it.
Looking at the lines with no clue of the doorway yet, he felt a little emotional.
"This holiday, Leaf Publishing House will issue a call for submissions for comic journals, and I will submit my work then... Of course, I will choose another pen name for the author column." Chris said seriously.
"Do you want to go out in person and enrich the journal lineup?" Venn asked.
It can be said that this thing is what Chris really cares about when she founded Leaf Publishing House, and newspapers and periodicals are all add-ons.
“Maybe it can bring some different ideas to other painters,” she said.
"I have already said hello. Regardless of the actual quality, the publishing house will put my work in the lowest category of winners that can qualify for publication. As long as it can leave two or three pages for me, that's enough."
She was obviously talking about going through the back door, but her tone was so confident.
Maybe... Chris's basic skills in painting are undoubtedly very solid, and she is several floors away from the uninitiated scumbag herself. As for things like imagination, it is impossible to be weak with the bonus of time travellers, so it is natural to succeed.
"Have you been busy with this lately?" Wayne asked.
No wonder I suddenly seem to stop clinging to myself.
"Yeah." She responded.
"So, you can do whatever you want now, as long as you don't disturb me."
"..."
Although in a sense, this is indeed what I want, but why does this sentence sound so unhappy?
He immediately made amends: "What I want to do now is to be with you."
Kris paused.
"Then you sit aside and read a book." She said, "There are many books on the bookshelf that I brought from home. Remember not to mess up the pages in my bookmark folder."
"Can I watch you draw?" Wayne asked humbly.
"no."
She refused without thinking.
"……Why?"
I thought that such a common request would definitely be agreed to.
"Because it's very long and boring, and you'll get bored after watching it for a long time." She answered in a tone that was completely stating a fact.
"I won't get tired of it," he retorted immediately.
In my previous life, I had never seen the big guys drawing on some video websites - for my second-dimensional wife.
Although...it was all done while singing, and the process was sped up several times.
But who said that to watch Chris paint, you have to stare at the painting?
Just this beautiful side face is enough to look at for a lifetime, okay?
Perhaps seeing that he had some other unspeakable intentions, Chris rolled her eyes at him.
"I told you not to disturb me!" she emphasized.
"I promise not to disturb you! I'm just taking a look, and I will never touch you!"
Wayne spoke plausibly.
