Chapter 1 Fan Exhibition

In June, the scorching sun was like a big fireball hanging over the Doujinshi Instant Auction. Even in the evening, the temperature still didn’t seem to drop.

This is the largest instant shooting event for comics in Yunhai City. Many comic lovers will come here to try their luck, hoping to find the fanzine they like.

The sun was setting in the west, and the doujin exhibition was still crowded with people. Readers gathered around the booth were flipping through the doujinshi on the desktop.

A young man standing behind the booth wiped his forehead and took a little breath.

This young man is seventeen or eighteen years old, with shattered hair and fair skin. There is a tear mole in the corner of his left eye. His eyes are piercing and he often smiles, giving him the feeling of a boy next door.

His name in this world is Shen Xin.

A month ago, he was just a third-rate author of online novels, but now he accidentally traveled to this world and became a first-year art student.

It's all because of that careless Grim Reaper who misread the name and pulled him out of the original world.

After learning of the mistake at work, Reaper immediately admitted the mistake. But his body has been cremated and there is no way to return it to life.

The Grim Reaper had no choice but to find another way to allow him to successfully cross over to this person named Shen Xin. At the same time, he also presented him with three manga capsules with different functions.

After eating the manga capsules, Shen Xin knew their functions.

First of all, he can clearly recall the comics he has read on Earth - in this world, apart from the comics of Osamu Tezuka, there are no other comics on Earth.

Secondly, he has mastered the relevant experience of cartoonists, and the content related to cartoons, including storyboarding, composition, and the use of tools, are all included. When he uses the dip pen, these will clearly come to mind. What he lacks is to turn this knowledge into his own use.

Third, when he is practicing painting, he will have a 100% growth rate bonus, which allows him to improve his comic experience, drawing skills, and many other aspects in a short period of time.

He knew that this was the golden finger in online novels, but please, he is an author of online novels, why give him a manga capsule?

However, when he really got to know the world, he understood the good intentions of the God of Death—there are no web novels in this world. What's even more tragic is that the most popular novel magazines in China, such as martial arts, value writing more than brains.

Than writing?

Not talking big, in terms of writing style, he has never won the same grades as an online writer, let alone a writer of fiction magazines.

In contrast, under the influence of District 11, Huaxia's comics have also become very popular. There are three comic magazines with more than 3 million copies in a single issue.

These three magazines are called the "Three Major Magazines" by Huaxia Manyou.

As for the host, he was a student of the art department during his lifetime. At the same time, he also inspired to become a pillar cartoonist of the "Three Major Magazines". These attributes fit well with the comic capsule.

Hmm... Thinking about it this way, the Grim Reaper treated him pretty well.

Wait... Isn't Reaper the bastard who killed him?

Thinking of this, Shen Xin felt indescribably depressed.

Before he crossed over, he was a dead house, and he read a lot of comics.

After time travel, he became Shen Xin, and his rhythm of life didn't change much. Except that his relatives were killed in a car accident a year ago, and he also had an unrelated younger sister, the rhythm of life didn't change much. He usually still stays in the house, but the tool of struggle has been replaced by a dip pen instead of a keyboard.

After Shen Xin sold a doujinshi, she picked up the mineral water bottle and drank the last sip, but her throat was still dry.

"That guy Yang Bo... just bought some water, but he hasn't come back until now." Shen Xin sighed.

This time, he and his friends from Manga Research Club came to the "Doujin Exhibition", on the one hand to sell doujinshi,

On the other hand, he hopes to try his luck.

At large fan fairs, editors of manga magazines usually rent a booth to accept submissions from fan authors.

The host was very short of money, and he also contributed articles to several large comic magazines during his lifetime, but as a result, there was no news of any of them.

Originally, he hoped to use this fan exhibition to find some opportunities, but as time went by, the opportunities became slimmer.

At this moment, a bottle of iced mineral water suddenly appeared in front of Shen Xin, startling him, and then a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"yours."

Shen Xin raised her head and saw a young man with blond hair and a white shirt looking at him with a smile.

"Yang Bo, you still know how to come back? I'm dying of thirst." Shen Xin took the mineral water and took a big gulp. The cold mineral water entered her throat, and a sweetness filled her mouth.

When he put down the mineral water bottle, it was already empty.

"For you, I ran more than half of the fan show."

"For me?" Shen Xin was at a loss.

"The magazine's booth is in the 11th district. If you want to submit an article, go there quickly." Yang Bo grinned, showing his snow-white teeth.

11... District 11?

This area... feels weird?

Isn't Huaxia's next door to District 11?

The relationship between the 11th district of this world and Huaxia, and the earth's time is almost the same.

"I didn't lie to you, it's true." Yang Bo handed the mineral water to other members of the club.

"Then...Yang Bo, I'll go to District 11 first, and treat you to dinner later." Shen Xin quickly grabbed the last fanzine and left the booth in a hurry.

Yunhai is not a first-tier city in China, but the atmosphere of the second dimension is relatively strong. The comic exhibition is about to end, but the number of participants has not decreased at all. This is a good example.

At the same time, due to the excellent comic atmosphere, some comic magazines have also been bred, but the sales volume is not too high, most of them are between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of copies.

Shen Xin took her album and hurried to District 11.

It was getting late, most of the stalls had closed, and the remaining magazines were not very well-known, and their monthly sales should be around tens of thousands of copies.

Relying on the sales volume of tens of thousands of copies, even if Shen Xin used the famous manga on the earth to contribute, it would be difficult to cause any waves.

In addition to its own strength, the platform is also very important.

Shen Xin scanned the booths and sorted out the magazines with a sales volume of only tens of thousands, and only one booth was left—"Monthly Dreamer" that met his requirements.

The sales volume of a single issue of this magazine is about 600,000 to 700,000 copies, and it also has a certain reputation in China.

The fly in the ointment is that this magazine is a monthly magazine, and only one is released a month, which is obviously different from a weekly magazine.

It would be great if it was a weekly magazine. After all, the more I draw, the more royalties I get.

Shen Xin had no choice. After taking a deep breath, he walked to the stand of "Dreamer" magazine.

The two editors who were chatting immediately sat up straight after seeing Shen Xin.

"Hello." A young man in a floral shirt stood up and bowed slightly to Shen Xin.

This editor should be in his mid-twenties, slightly taller than Shen Xin, around 1.78 meters. He is thin, wearing glasses with black frames, showing a warm smile.

"Hello, this is "Dreamer" magazine, right?" Shen Xin held the magazine and looked at the young man.

"That's right, I'm Wang Wenhong, the editor. Is there anything I can do for you?" The young man tried his best to keep smiling.

Internet celebrity? Good name.

Shen Xin suddenly had a good impression of Wang Wenhong, and put the album in his hand on the table, "This is my work, I would like to ask, can this level be serialized in your magazine?"

The young man picked up the album with a smile, and suddenly felt a little wet on his hands, and felt a little unhappy in his heart.

"Oh, I drank water just now, maybe some water splashed on it?" Shen Xin explained.

"That's it." Wang Wenhong's face immediately returned to normal, and he smiled knowingly, "It's so hot, it's understandable, I'll take a look at the contents of the album first... Well, the name is "Witch", right?"

"That's right." Shen Xin nodded slightly.

The outline and name of this doujinshi were drawn by the host before his death. Because the time was too short, he didn't do any more processing. After slightly modifying the name, he began to draw lines and draw doujinshi.

The readability of the story is average, but relying on the experience brought to him by the manga capsule, he is convinced that the layout and composition of the manga are absolutely fine.

Sure enough, after Wang Wenhong saw it, he nodded immediately, "Very good, the painting is solid, and the girl's characteristics are all displayed. But..."

Wang Wenhong paused for a moment, "The two of us are just editors, and we can't give you an answer right away... Otherwise, you can leave your contact information, and when I get news, I can contact you, how about it?"

"OK."

Shen Xin was overjoyed, and immediately wrote her name and phone number on the cover of the album.

Seeing Shen Xin disappearing into the crowd, Wang Wenhong's expression turned cold instantly.

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to dig up two treasures in one day." The female editor sitting next to him joked.

"Do you think any stone is a treasure? It may be uncut jade, or it may be a stone from a stinky latrine. Stories are the soul of comics. This album...the stories are nothing new." Wang Wenhong told Shen Xin's The album was thrown on the ground, "I already have uncut jade in my hand, how could I be interested in stinky stones?"

"Eh? But didn't you leave his phone number just now?" The female editor was puzzled.

"Tch, if I reject him directly, how sad will he be?" Wang Wenhong's words were full of ridicule.

"Then what if he waits for your reply?" the female editor asked.

"That means he is a fool, what does it have to do with me? If you feel sorry for him, pick it up and keep it for yourself." Wang Wenhong said with a light smile.

The female editor looked coldly at the album on the floor, wrinkled her nose, and shook her head repeatedly. She didn't want things thrown away by others.

"Look, don't you think he can't do it too? Well, it's almost time, so hurry up and close the stall." Wang Wenhong stretched his waist.

The female editor put the received magazines into the box, Wang Wenhong picked up the box, and left the booth with the female editor.

Not long after the two of them left, a tall woman walked past the booth of "Monthly Dreamer" and stopped suddenly, looking down at the picture album under her feet.

""The Witch"?" The woman picked up the album, flipped through it roughly, frowned slightly, and read the manga carefully, then put the discarded album into her bag, "Shen Xin? Interesting..."

The woman's depressed mood of the day was swept away at this moment.

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[Chapter 1 is slightly different from the introduction, and the introduction will be revised in a few days. 】