"Your editor-in-chief thinks too highly of me."

After reading the news, Meng Shu wiped the sweat from his face.

"Is there one? Meng Huo, you should be more confident! ”

Alice smiled slightly: "I'm here for this news today, how about it, the sales are very pleasant, right?" ”

"A surprise is a surprise, that's right."

Meng Shu frowned slightly: "But you're just talking about this?" ”

If it's just about sales, Alice can be notified by phone, and there is no need to come early in the morning.

"Of course not, there are other reasons."

Alice shook her head and smiled bitterly, she was actually inconvenient to go to the company now.

Yesterday's single book sales have brought Meng Huo into the sight of many media, and now there must be many reporters who want to explore the true face of Teacher He Xi. Ye Xiong immediately decided that Alice would not have to go to work for the time being, he was worried that Alice, who was the editor-in-charge, would be discovered, and found Meng Shu along the way.

Phoenix Company wants to protect Meng Huo to death this time, Alice just took advantage of this time to help Meng Huo make up for his homework, and the original manuscript was handed over to Ye Xiong privately.

"Then you can stay today."

After listening to Alice's explanation, Meng Shu immediately stood up and walked to the kitchen and said to Li Qin: "Mom, Sister Alice stayed for lunch today, and she didn't sleep last night, can she borrow your room to sleep?" ”

Li Qin was washing the dishes and laughed when she heard this.

"Let her use it, I'll go grocery shopping later."

Of course she agreed, and Alice stayed more or less as a chattering companion.

"Sister Qin, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

Alice also came over to thank her, she didn't expect Meng Shu to take the initiative to let her rest, and couldn't help but glance at him gratefully.

So in the morning, Alice slept in Li Qin's room, Meng Shu drew a few pictures, and read a few books in his idleness, during this time he took the time to memorize almost all the knowledge in the textbook, and it was no problem without Alice to teach.

"Detective Conan" is also like a trajectory, Meng Shu thought that his life would be more idle in the future.

This kind of thinking makes him a little restless, since he was reborn, Meng Shu has been trying to adjust his state to struggle, especially in the recent period of time when he is busy reading books and painting, he has fallen in love with this kind of fulfilling life, for fear that he will become lazy again,

As long as people are lazy, it will be more difficult to struggle again.

Meng Shu felt that he should think about the next comic, but it was tiring to serialize two comics at the same time, and it was okay to put all his life on the comics?

He was a little irritable, so he put down his textbook and went to the living room to exercise on the treadmill he had just bought.

Sports can exercise the body and relax the mind, Meng Yu remembered Shen Jie's excellent physical ability, and suddenly thought that maybe he could learn martial arts. He was a martial arts fan in his last life, but his body was ruined after being in the house for too long.

The body is still very healthy in this life, and it is not impossible to learn martial arts.

Meng Shu was a little moved, as if he could see the scene of himself flying off the wall. But he soon realizes that it was just fantasy, that there was no such thing as martial arts on TV and in novels, and that practicing martial arts required a lot of energy and physical strength, which might hinder him from drawing.

If you have that time, you might as well use your talent to learn something else.

"It's a pity ......"

Meng Shu shook his head and gave up, he wanted that the air mass in his head could be used to increase his physical ability, so that he could become powerful without learning martial arts. As soon as this thought flashed, all of a sudden, the unrecovered air mass in his brain moved, and a trace of gas flowed out, flowing down the nerves and blood vessels to the rest of his body.

"Bang!"

Meng Huo stumbled, couldn't match the speed of the treadmill, and fell to the ground.

He didn't scream, he looked at all parts of his body in shock—what was that? Did the air mass travel to the rest of the body? Wasn't the air mass the flash of inspiration he had imagined? But something even more magical?

What else could he do with it?

Meng Huo's attention was immediately attracted by the air mass, and the popularity of the single book of "Detective Conan" also faded from his mind.

And at this time, someone was scolding him.

"I'm sorry you're an ugly man, I wish your child no asshole......"

This is the 234th time that Bei Feng has cursed Meng Shu in his heart today, his face is flushed with anger, but he does not have the usual pride, and he stands honestly in the office.

"Teacher Mach......" Wang Zhe, the editor-in-chief of Longteng Juvenile Comics, who was sitting in front of him, breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closed the "Detective Conan" in his hand, and looked up and asked, "Have you read this single book?" ”

"Nope."

Bei Feng lowered his head and did not dare to lie. He knows that his achievements mainly come from the company's support, whether it is a cartoonist or an idol, as long as the company is not satisfied, he may take everything back at any time.

"Huh, no?"

Wang Zhe snorted coldly: "Don't read the enemy's comics, you don't lose unjustly, that cartoonist called He Xi is indeed a genius, I originally thought it was just that, but I didn't expect him to make the content so interesting in two words." ”

The character of Kidd the Strange Thief appeared very timely, and without him, the current result would not have been the same.

"You take it back and study how they draw it." Wang Zhe threw "Detective Conan" to Bei Feng and said coldly: "The signing meeting will not be held for the time being, and I will notify you when there is news." ”

Bei Feng's face turned white.

"Yes."

He turned away with "Detective Conan" in his hand, and a familiar editor walked past him without even looking at him.

Bei Feng suddenly felt cold, he was not replaced by a newcomer within the company, but he was about to be surpassed by an original cartoonist?

"No, it can't be!"

Bei Feng will never admit this, what does a mere Ninghai City prove? He gritted his teeth and thought that "Sherlock" and the readers that have been cultivated throughout China for forty years will definitely not be defeated by a clown.

"I'll be the winner of the worst!"

His back disappeared into the editorial office of the Dragon Boys.

"Editor-in-chief, do we still need Mr. Mach?" The editor, who had just passed by Beifeng, asked, "His myth has been shattered. ”

"It's too early to tell."

Wang Zhe shook his head and said: "Actually, Mr. Mach painted "Sherlock" very well, and the sales are also considerable, but it's a pity that Mr. He is better at this style." ”

As long as Bei Feng can still make money, Wang Zhe has no reason to abandon it casually.

But he had other ideas.

"Quickly send someone to investigate He Xi's true identity, if it is confirmed that he is a young genius, then no matter how much it costs, you must bring him over!" Wang Zhe opened his mouth to command, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "We are more suitable for his development than Phoenix Company." ”

"What if it's the same as the rumors, how many people?"

The editor asked.

"Then poke out the spur and make them famous!"

Wang Zhe showed no mercy.