Xi Nan just posted her works, and many people in the design group liked her.
[Let me go, Sister Nan, you are like a printer, so fast? 】
[Nannan, don’t you have some inside information that you haven’t shared with us before?]
[I asked why the name Xi Nan is so familiar. It turns out we are friends in a group.]
【How is this done?】
Facing the questions from the group of friends, Xi Nan smiled and explained them one by one. Many people lamented her good luck.
Xi Nan also feels that he is lucky. Who would have thought that he would encounter the "Harry Potter" peripheral design competition?
…
Chen Qing was also surprised. Not long after the competition was released, it received so many submissions, and almost every prop was included, and they all came from the same person.
If this match hadn't been his impromptu idea, he would probably have wondered if this person named Xi Nan had some inside story.
It can be seen that these works are by no means rushed out and are of very high quality.
Moreover, the styles of the works are very unified, which can probably rule out the possibility of teamwork, and the person who designed these works should be someone who is very familiar with "Harry Potter". Perhaps the designer himself is a "Harry Potter"
"A fan of the book.
This time the competition is quite short, and only one week is given to the contributors to create.
Originally, Chen Qing thought that each designer could only submit manuscripts for the same prop. Even if the speed was relatively fast, he could only submit two or three at most. No one expected that on the day of the competition, these props would basically be used by this
A designer named Xi Nan Bao Yuan.
…
One week later, the deadline for the "Harry Potter" peripheral design competition came.
Although time was tight, due to the popularity of "Harry Potter" and the high prize money set by the competition, the tentative 18 types of peripheral props received a total of tens of thousands of submissions.
Of course, not all manuscripts are of high quality, and many enthusiasts participate.
After that, 001 Chinese website launched another wave of voting activities. As long as you have a Star Sky membership card, you can vote once a day.
Another week passed, and the top ten for each prop were selected.
After the top ten results came out, Chen Qing sent these manuscripts to Zhang Zhong and asked him to make a decision.
When Zhang Zhong received these manuscripts, he was checking Pengpeng's diary.
"Why is your diary getting shorter and shorter? Didn't you write five or six lines in the past two days? Why is there only two lines today?"
Some time ago, Pengpeng's diary became longer and longer, and the sentences gradually became more complex. However, for some reason these days, it became shorter and shorter.
The first two days were fine, there were five or six lines every day, and Zhang Zhong didn't take it seriously.
It's a good day, it just changed to two lines.
Pengpeng sat on the chair and twisted her butt, raised her head and said, "I tend to make mistakes if I write too much. If I make a mistake, dad, you will punish me to copy. My hands hurt from copying."
Zhang Zhong was startled when he heard his daughter's words. The girl had performed very well before, so he corrected her mistakes as usual and asked her to copy. Unexpectedly, the matter of copying made her resist.
However, it is understandable that people are lazy. If you put yourself in Pengpeng’s shoes, you probably don’t want to write too long a diary. Anyway, the teacher doesn’t ask you to write a long diary. Moreover, if you write a long diary, it is easy to make mistakes.
to be punished.
The best way to overcome inertia is to get her motivated.
Zhang Zhong held his chin and thought for a while, then promised to give her a candy if she wrote one more line?
Such material stimulation doesn't seem to be good either.
After thinking for a long time, he said to Pengpeng, "Dad is not asking you to write a certain number of lines in your diary. Dad just hopes that you will not treat this matter with a perfunctory attitude. If you feel that there is really nothing to record at the end of the day.
, you can apply to me without writing a word."
"Really?" Pengpeng asked, blinking.
Zhang Jian nodded and said, "Yes, as long as you feel that you really have nothing to record this day, you can apply with me."
But Zhang Zhong waved his hand, "Don't worry, I still have something to say. Dad thought for a moment and it's really not good to just let you write a diary. In the future, Dad will be like you and write a diary to record us every day.
Life of the day.”
"Dad, do you also want to write a diary?"
"Yes, Dad writes too. And if you find typos in Dad's diary, you can tell Dad and punish him for copying."
Pengpeng seemed very interested in Zhang Zhong's proposal and said with a smile, "Okay, I will definitely check it carefully."
Zhang Zhong touched his daughter's head. He hoped that this method would make his daughter no longer reject the idea of writing a diary.
Ding dong.
Zhang Zhong turned on his phone, and there were samples of his works sent by Chen Qing in WeChat.
Because there are as many as eighteen types of props, each with ten design drawings, there are a total of one hundred and eighty drawings, which is quite a lot.
Zhang Zhong looked through it roughly. Because they were the top ten selected by voting, the quality of these works was quite good.
He handed the phone to his daughter, "Here, take a look at these pictures, which one do you like?"
Pengpeng took the phone and saw the picture above, and said with surprise, "Wow, this is the magic robe, this is the Nimbus 2000, this is the magic wand..."
"They are all so beautiful."
"Which one do you like?"
Pengpeng scratched her head. Faced with so many choices, it was hard for her to decide. After looking through it for a while, she pointed at one of the works and said, "This Nimbus 2000 is the most beautiful."
Seeing the work Peng Peng pointed at, Zhang nodded and wrote down the number of the work. Nimbus 2000 was settled on.
After selecting Nimbus Two Thousand, Zhang Zhong directly deleted the remaining nine pictures of Nimbus Two Thousand and asked Pengpeng to choose others.
"Is this the Sword of Gryffindor? This is exactly what I thought."
Zhang Zhong silently wrote down the number of Gryffindor's sword again.
"This Sorting Hat is super ugly and tattered, but that's how a Sorting Hat should be, hehe."
Well, the Sorting Hat has also been confirmed...
After spending nearly an hour, the father and daughter finally identified all eighteen props.
"When these things are made, I will give them to you to play with." Zhang Chong said with a smile.
Pengpeng frowned and said, "But Dad, only a true Gryffindor can pick up the Sword of Gryffindor."
Zhang Zhong was amused by Pengpeng's sudden words, but he still tried his best to hold it back, and then said seriously, "You are wrong. A person who truly possesses the qualities of a Gryffindor can pull it out of the Sorting Hat, but ordinary people can do it too."
Pick it up."
"Is that so? Including Muggles?"
"include."
Pengpeng laughed, "Then Liu Minya and the others can take it too."
Zhang Zhong twitched his lips secretly, "My lover's family are all Muggles, but you are not."