(The name of "Slam Dunk" was modified at the beginning, and the students all shouted "Trouble" "Well, I didn't think it well at the time, but I actually thought it was very tricky, so I've changed it to be easier.)

It has been several days since Lin Jing started painting "Slam Dunk".

For the first time, Lin Jing felt that the creation of time travelers would be very troublesome. Although she had all the pictures and plots of "Slam Dunk" in her head, and had already modified all the background information and names, it was still very troublesome.

Drawing comics is a delicate job that can’t be a bit impetuous. One person can do one stroke at a time, from composition to filling in details, text description, etc. There is too much work to do.

If you want to draw this comic well, Lin Jing even had to learn how to draw the comic while doing practical painting. Fortunately, "Slam Dunk" is semi-realistic, and Lin Jing, who has a skill in sketching, is more adaptable to this painting method.

And for the time being, she still conquers the world with a pencil.

She hasn't used those professional comic tools, such as duck-billed pen, D-digit pen, G-digit pen, copy table, net-hanging knife, or outlet paper, or she hasn't learned to use them yet.

She had no experience in drawing comics in her previous life, and she was still a very amateur comic artist at this time.

In the evening, Lin Jing and Liang Yining came out of the library and walked towards the bicycle shed.

Students are not prohibited from driving cars on campus, but they drive cars to and from get out of class. So far, there is no one among the students. Most of them ride bicycles, either on school buses or walking. Lin Jing and Liang Yining are not the kind of people who like to show off and like to be high-profile, so they naturally don’t just drive cars in and out.

"Have you drawn it?" Liang Yining asked, referring to the "long-awaited" "Slam Dunk".

"Aren't you right next to you just now? You didn't see it even if you didn't draw it well?" Lin Jing sorted out a stack of books in her hand and put several large ones into the car basket.

"Because I wanted to see the full page, I resisted not reading it." Liang Yining said, "You don't know how hard I endured it just now. I haven't read a few pages of the Wealth of Nations in a long time."

Lin Jing ignored the pitiful look she pretended to be. Seeing that she had no intention of riding a bicycle by herself, she asked, "Where is your bicycle?"

The two of them took different classes in the afternoon, and they didn’t come to the library at the same time. They just happened to meet them when they were able to come out at the same time.

In fact, at Xiangjiang Chinese University, which has no concept of class, even two people in the same college, the same major and the same dormitory, often go in the opposite direction in terms of the itinerary due to the different elective courses.

People who live in the same dormitory in different colleges, like Lin Jing and Liang Yining, can get together at night most of the time.

"I walked over after class in the afternoon." Liang Yining replied.

"Then let's walk back."

"The afternoon class was on the Yifu Building near the library, so I didn't ride a bicycle." Liang Yining took Lin Jing's hand and shook, "My friend and roommate, aren't you so unfaithful, are you?"

"Do you think I'm like a coolie?"

"Isn't it like coolies, is it my coolies?" Liang Yining dragged Lin Jing's hand, and she was so angry that she would never give up until she was able to hold on, and she burst into tears.

"I'm afraid of you, come up." Lin Jing said on the bicycle, supporting the ground with her feet.

Liang Yining immediately smiled, sat on the back seat of the bicycle, took out Lin Jing's backpack, took out a stack of drawings and said, "You carry the backpack, I'll help you get the drawings."

"I knew you would do this." Lin Jing said angrily, then put his feet on the ground and rolled forward with force.

Facing the sunset and riding on the evening breeze with the remaining warmth, the two of them headed towards the canteen.

"Hahaha..." Liang Yining in the back seat suddenly burst into laughter without any ladylike attitude.

Lin Jing looked back and saw that she was watching the first episode of "Slam Dunk" she had drawn, the first six pages of "Dunmu Huadao".

These six pages start with the confession of Duanmu Huadao to girls by middle school students.

"Sorry, Duanmu, I like Oda from the basketball team." The girl said this to Duanmu Hanada's confession.

Duanmu Huadao was heartbroken and burst into tears. When his heartless best friend, Duanmu Legion, saw his heartbroken look, they were all happy and beat gongs, drums, trumpets, and scattered flowers together to celebrate his record of being rejected by fifty girls.

Then, all Duanmu Legion suffered tragedy.

"The size of an egg is red and swollen, hehe, and there is a little smoke..." Liang Yining looked at the six pages over and over again, muttering the humorous details in it, "A Jing, you are so bad!"

Yes, the realistic and exaggerated Q-print style of "Slam Dunk" looks really interesting, and Lin Jing smiled.

These pages of comics are different from the novels she wrote before, and they consume a lot more energy than when she wrote novels.

Although she is still an amateur comic novelist, the pictures of "Slam Dunk" she drew are a bit messy, but she is still quite "achievement" when she can be admitted.

"ah--"

Liang Yining behind her suddenly screamed, and her body was shaking violently. Lin Jing, who was unprepared, almost couldn't control the direction of the bicycle.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jing said as she tried hard, stabilizing the front of the bicycle, then holding the brakes to stop the bicycle.

"Feng, drawing--" Liang Yining jumped out of the back seat as soon as the bicycle stopped and shouted in panic, "I accidentally didn't hold it, so I let the wind blow the drawing away, come down and help pick it up."

"You rash guy."

This is the fruit of several days of labor. If it is blown into the water, it will be really heartbroken. Lin Jing thought, so she quickly parked the bicycle.

"One page, two pages..." Liang Yining ran after the drawings drifted with the wind.

"Have you picked it up?" Lin Jing held a page he picked up.

"I have four pages here, you have one page and another page, ah, there," Liang Yining said, pointing to a page under a tree on the lakeside not far away and shouting, "Stop the wind, stop blowing, blow again, and blow into the lake."

However, it would be fine if she didn't shout. As soon as she shouted, a gust of wind suddenly blew. It was so strange that it made her think that the wind was against her.

"Ah?" Liang Yining was so anxious that tears almost burst out.

Seeing that the drawing was as dangerous as it was about to float into the water, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the big tree and grabbed the drawing that was blown by the wind in his hand.

"Thank God." Liang Yining ran over overjoyed, blurted out when he saw the owner of the hand, "Rich second generation?"

I saw him wearing white clothes that looked as handsome as a woman, with a pair of big headphones hanging around his neck and a new tape walkman from Sony, namely Walkman, who was looking at Liang Yining in surprise.

This is not the rich second generation Chu Tiankuo, who else?

"Chu Tiankuo?" Lin Jing was also a little surprised to meet the rich second generation Chu Tiankuo here. He thought that he was sitting under the tree listening to music just now, and just saw the drawings blown by the wind. He was curious and grabbed them in his hand.

"Ningning?" Chu Tiankuo stood up, his expression a little strange.

"Give me the drawing." Liang Yining pointed to the drawing in Chu Tiankuo's hand, frowned slightly, and said, "Also, don't call me Ningning."

After hearing this, Chu Tiankuo nodded, but did not hand over the drawing immediately. Instead, he picked it up and took it a few glances, and then asked, "When did you fall in love with comics?"

"I liked it since I was a child, but I just didn't tell you." Liang Yining hummed, and then snatched the drawing with one hand.

"Yes." Chu Tiankuo replied, letting go of his hand.

After picking up the drawing, Lin Jing saw that Liang Yining seemed to be a little disliked Chu Tiankuo and didn't want to stay for more. She nodded to Chu Tiankuo and wanted to leave.

"Wait." Chu Tiankuo suddenly shouted.

"What else?" Liang Yining said impatiently.

"I have heard about the basketball court, thank you." Chu Tiankuo seemed to have plucked up great courage before saying this. After he said it, he paused for a few seconds, thought for a while, and then continued, "Can you ask, who drew that comic?"

"What, are you interested in comics?" Liang Yining said suspiciously.

"I have been studying in recent years." Chu Tiankuo looked a little excited when talking about comics.

"It's very well drawn?" Liang Yining asked.

"It feels OK." Chu Tiankuo replied.

Liang Yining stared at Chu Tiankuo for a few glances, then thought of something and said to Lin Jing: "Ajing, I think you have worked hard in painting in the past few days. Do you want to find a helper?"

"helper?"

"Yes, it's him. I know him, and I have never spoken big. Since I say I feel OK, my level must be good. If he helps you, you won't have to be as busy as you are now."

When Lin Jing heard this, she thought it made sense.

She has a lot of things to do. If she does everything in detail, even if she is extremely energetic, she may not be able to achieve ten percent of the plan even if she dies. In this case, why not leave the things that are not the core to other professionals?

Just like "Slam Dunk", because she is a novice, she has worked very hard. Just such a comic, she can't finish it until the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

If there are skilled workers like Chu Tiankuo who have studied comics and have learned for several years to help, the progress will inevitably be much faster. There is no need to draw a few pages a week like now. As long as you master the plot and style of the painting, you will not make any major mistakes.

So Lin Jing nodded.

"Chu Tiankuo, this comic was painted by Lin Jing. Also, I now officially invite you to join our comic club and draw comics together." Liang Yining said, shaking the drawing of "Slam Dunk" in his hand, "It is this kind of youthful and passionate comic."

"Comic club, draw comics?" Chu Tiankuo said in confusion.

"Like a man, don't be so squeamish. I'm still unwilling to say that I'm not willing to do it?" Liang Yining said unhappily when he saw Chu Tiankuo's appearance again.

"Original meaning." Chu Tiankuo seemed a little afraid of Liang Yining's appearance and answered very simply.

"Okay, let's go together and go to the canteen. Let's talk about specific cooperation matters while we are having a meal."

"Yinning, what do we have a comic club?"

"It's nonsense, otherwise how could he be trapped!"

(Sanjiang tickets have increased so slowly recently, and the number one position may not be guaranteed!)
Chapter completed!