God Descends the Second Element

"A work of art in the comics industry", this is the evaluation given by comic fans all over the world to the comics created by Mashiro. There is indeed nothing wrong with it.

In terms of storyboarding, because there is a comic NAME as the background, there is no big problem, and the rhythm is also very well grasped. Coupled with the already excellent plot, coupled with this style of painting that can be called a work of art, Even Wang Hao, who had always been strict with Mashiro, couldn't find any major flaws at this time.

"Congratulations, the manuscript of this episode is great! It's really a big improvement compared to before, it's really amazing!"

Wang Hao gave Mashiro a thumbs up without hesitation, and did not hesitate to praise him at all, because he knew how much effort the other party had put in for this.

Hearing this, Shiina Mashiro's face turned red imperceptibly. Although it was only a slight change for a moment, Wang Hao could feel the obvious happiness.

Having been with Mashiro for so long, Wang Hao has become very good at capturing the emotions that this child usually expresses. Even if the expression on the other person's face is still as indifferent as usual most of the time, he can still analyze it nine times out of ten.

"Hao."

Shiina Mashiro blinked, stretched out her little hand and grabbed Wang Hao's clothes, as if she was acting coquettishly. It would be better to say that this was "Mashiro's" coquettishness, which made it difficult for people to understand what the other party wanted to express.

Seeing the other party like this, Wang Hao shook his head helplessly. He really couldn't resist Mashiro's coquettishness, so he had to smile bitterly and stretched out his hand towards Shiina Mashiro's little head and rubbed it gently. Said: "Yoshiyoshi, Mashiro is really like a child in this regard."

Wang Hao originally thought that the other party had grown up to the point where he had nothing to teach him. He didn't expect that he still had such a childish side, but he didn't hate it, or he was a little happy, because the Mashiro he knew was still the same as before. , still as well-behaved as before.

And in the next second, something unexpected happened. Shiina Mashiro suddenly broke away from Wang Hao's hand, took a step back slightly, frowned with an indifferent expression on his face and said: "Hao, I have already Not a kid anymore.”

Before Wang Hao could react, Mashiro Shiina turned around, picked up the manuscript, and left the room. The only thing left was the fragrance of Wang Hao, who was already confused.

When he came back to his senses, he suddenly heard a huge clicking sound in his heart, which was the sound of heartbreak.

Wang Hao:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

A lot of question marks suddenly appeared above his head. Who can tell him what is going on now? Why are things like this? What happened to Mashiro, who looks like a little angel in daily life?

Wang Hao now has so many questions that he has almost compiled them into a book called One Hundred Thousand Whys. Due to the huge blow he received, he now feels an indescribable fatigue all over his body. He just lays down on the bed with a sigh, and stares blankly. Looking at the ceiling.

"Mashiro is also growing up..."

Recalling what Mashiro said just now, Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh, and began to reflect that he should pay attention to it in the future, and could not continue to treat the other party as a child.

A gust of breeze blew in from outside the window, gently blowing on Wang Hao. He suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and suddenly had the idea of ​​just lying down and not wanting to move.

"No, we can't be so decadent now!"

Thinking that Mashiro had already begun to grow up unconsciously, he had to continue to work harder.

With this thought in his mind, Wang Hao stood up resolutely, regained his energy, and murmured to himself: "Anyway, let's re-schedule the next arrangements first!"

Now he was overwhelmed by so many things that he could hardly breathe. There was no way to escape, so he had to reorganize these things and make plans.

As long as things are sorted out, everyone will feel much more relaxed.

After sitting back in the office chair, Wang Hao skillfully opened the computer file and found a schedule he had made last time. However, he did not expect that the plan could not keep up with the changes. The current changes were so big that they completely disrupted his previous plan. , had to delete it to the recycle bin, and then started editing again.

There is so much going on these days, but it can be broken down by time and importance.

Thinking in his mind, his hands did not slow down, and he quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, and rows of words appeared on the screen.

After a few minutes, Wang Hao made a table of his recent arrangements and sent the document to his mobile phone. He personally liked this kind of orderly arrangement.

It's like writing a novel with an outline, and the rest will be much easier.

Of course, some people find it troublesome and don't like to use this method.

In fact, with Wang Hao's memory, he can completely organize it in his mind, but he has some obsessive-compulsive disorder in this regard, so there is nothing he can do about it.

Well, after all, force is too much. If you don’t do some things, you will feel uncomfortable all over.

After sorting out these, Wang Hao began to look up many painting techniques related to combat. This area can be said to be his shortcoming, but he must make up for it in the shortest time, even absolutely Be better than others!

There was very little time left for him, and he knew that he was a little impatient, but he had to do it.

The reason is also very simple, because Dragon Ball will focus on the battle route next, and its next opponent will still be Yoshihiro Togashi. If you don't do this with the determination to die, you may not even have a 1% chance of winning.

Time passed quietly, and it was not until about two o'clock in the morning that Wang Hao stopped. There were already countless scraps on the ground, scattered in a mess.

He felt that his head was a little dizzy now. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes tiredly, knowing that he had to rest now.

Although his physical fitness is better than that of ordinary people, the high-intensity work for several consecutive hours has consumed too much both mentally and physically.

The body is the capital of revolution. Wang Hao knows this very well. Even though he still wants to continue painting, his body is protesting.

"Forget it, just get up early tomorrow."

After Wang Hao sighed softly, he turned around and lay directly on the bed. A strong sense of drowsiness suddenly came over him. He picked up the remote control next to him and pressed it. The lights in the room quietly went out, and he went to sleep without much delay.

…………

In the unfamiliar space, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

"This is where?"

Wang Hao frowned, he didn't like this feeling very much.

However, in the next second, stars suddenly lit up all around, and the entire space was suddenly filled with various lights.

Before Wang Hao could be surprised, he found that the scene in front of him had changed again, and he suddenly came to a strange and familiar world.