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Chapter 25 I'm Probably Bewitched
There will also be comparisons and quarrels between character fans and character fans, and this comparison is mostly manifested in the number of fan pictures, fan songs, and fan literature of characters.

Some core fans spend tens of thousands of dollars on food and clothing every month in order to create momentum for their favorite characters and show their popularity.

The purpose of the fans is very simple, just to be able to say something when they quarrel: Our family fan pictures crush your family in all directions.

Just to fight for breath.

Maybe this sentence is useless to outsiders, but in the circle of fans, the lethality of this sentence is no less than the explosion of the earth and the destruction of the universe.

If you can't compare, you will be pressed on the pillar of shame.

Because the quantity and quality of fanart also represent the popularity and value of characters to a certain extent.

And as a fan, I can't accept that my idol is not as popular or popular as others.

Lin Xingcheng drew a birthday card for Qingmingyue, one of the heroines of "Alternative Cultivation in Another World" this time. The point is that this anime is adapted from a harem novel. There are several heroines in the original work. Fans of each heroine watch each other dislike; despise.

Quarreling on the Internet every day.

The reason for this incident was because Lin Xingcheng's illustration of Qingmingyue was so stunning, it crushed other fanarts of other characters, and was jealous of other female lead fans.

Then there were rumors.

Since you can't compare, I will step you into the quagmire.

However, what Lin Xingcheng never expected was that painting is just painting. In the circle of hand-painting, it is still slightly understandable to question plagiarism. What kind of anti-natural operation is it to question AI painting?

What about logic?
Lin Xingcheng's face was a little ugly. She was not a soft-hearted person who could be insulted by others. If she dared to question her profession, she would not use a paintbrush until these people's mouths were smashed.

After figuring out the situation, immediately speak in the group.

It's Chengzi: @All Members, live broadcast on time at [-] o'clock tonight, this time I won't set privacy.

After tomorrow:! ! ! ! !Oranges are big! !
Administrator (Meale durian): ? ? ? ?Do you want to prove yourself?Woohoo, Chengzi Da, you have been wronged, don't be sad when you see the private message, those people are deliberately slandering.

I love to eat snail noodles: oranges are so powerful!

Administrator (Dream Painter): I support Da Da’s live broadcast of slapping those people in the face, and see what else they can say after their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen!Come on ^[-]^~ We will always support you!
……

Luozheng walked in with half-wet hair, and saw Lin Xingcheng tinkering with stands, tablets, and capacitor pens in the hall.

Doubt asked.

"Are you going to draw tonight? Have you received a commercial draft?"

Lin Xingcheng plugged in the tablet and replied, "No, it's for the sake of myself as a painter."

Luozheng: "Huh? What?"

Lin Xingcheng smiled, eyebrows curved: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I drew an illustration for fans before, and today I found someone on the Internet who questioned my use of AI technology."

Luozheng opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Questioning your painting skills? Who is so bold to question your ability as an outstanding student specially admitted to Weiss Academy of Fine Arts in M ​​country, ha, what a big joke."

Luozheng said that she was about to laugh angrily.

You know, Lin Xingcheng was accepted by the world's top art academy as soon as he graduated, and he is a properly talented player.

When she was in high school, one of her oil paintings sold for six figures. What qualifications do those messy people on the Internet have to question her and the use of AI technology?
It's just insulting.

"This can't be tolerated anymore, Xiao Chengcheng, just live broadcast tonight, I'll build momentum for you."

Luozheng rolled up her sleeves, Mingyan's face was full of fighting spirit, as if she wanted to single-handedly control everyone tonight.

Lin Xingcheng squatted on the carpet and looked up at her, not knowing why, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

You can't beat people along the network cable, it's unrealistic.

Luozheng curled her lips into a smile: "Of course... it scares them to death."

Scared to death?How scared?
Luozheng didn't say anything, and directly pulled Lin Xingcheng downstairs for dinner, and said that she was going to have a big fight with her tonight, so she had to recharge her energy first.

At this time, Beihuai Film and Television City

As night fell, in the dimly lit studio, the staff were busy packing up and coming and going.

Jiang Ci quietly sat on the bench with her head down looking at her mobile phone. The film and television city was a bit far away from the hotel ordered by the crew, and she couldn't walk back. She had to wait for her manager Zhou Jing to drive over.

Today is the first day of filming for "Youth Dream", and it is also the first time Jiang Ci has acted in her life.

The progress was smooth, the director praised him for his talent, but he felt it was because the character of Chen Ci was too similar to him.

There is no need to act at all, Chen Ci seems to be another self, the same father died gloriously to save the drowning child, leaving orphans and widows, and finally the mother ran away, never to return.

This is his Jiang Ci experience.

"Jiang Ci."

Hearing someone calling him, Jiang Ci withdrew his thoughts and looked up. The person who came was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans. He was not tall and very thin. His hair was loose and his bangs covered his eyes, which made people feel intimidated. cringe.

He knew this person, this person was the second female lead in his play today, and his name seemed to be He Meng.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ci asked lightly.

He Meng's hand holding the paper cup trembled slightly. She finally mustered up the courage to come and talk to him, but she felt timid the moment she heard his voice, and she didn't even dare to look up at him.

She hated herself for being so useless, but she couldn't change it.

Jiang Ci saw that she had not spoken for a long time, and found that she was holding a paper cup with both hands, and the paper cup was full of water mist. Guessing the purpose of her coming, Jun Mei frowned slightly, and then got up and left.

He dreamed that he was going to leave, and his heart was shocked, he suddenly reached out and wanted to hold him regardless of everything: "Jiang Ci, I..."

Unexpectedly, the other party reacted so quickly that she didn't let her touch it at all.

Jiang Ci stood still, looked at her sideways, and said coldly:
"Do not touch me."

He dreamed that he was avoiding her like something dirty, and he was so wronged that he didn't know what to do.

Although it was sad for his indifference and alienation in his words, she really wanted to thank her.

He Meng couldn't do it again and watched Jiang Ci turn and leave again. Exhausting all his courage, he trotted a few steps to him, handed him the hot water, and said with trembling lips.

"Jiang Ci, thank you for letting me put on makeup in the dressing room first."

As He Meng spoke, his little face couldn't help but flush, his voice became more and more trembling, and his articulation was a little unclear.

"I...see that you don't like...milk tea, so I prepared hot water, I hope you..."

I hope you don't refuse my thanks.

These were the words that He Meng had rehearsed countless times in her heart, but unfortunately she didn't have the chance to finish them all.

"No, I let you because you came first."

So don't overthink it.

The boy's voice was cold, as if it came from the frost on the top of the Xuefeng Mountain. It was so cold that her whole body was frozen and her heart stopped beating.

He Meng was stunned in place, she didn't know when Jiang Ci left, her courage was blown away, she stood in the cold wind, suddenly felt suffocated by falling into the abyss.

She couldn't tell what was wrong with her, she just... really wanted to get close to him and talk to him.

Maybe it was because he was too amazing when I first met him this morning, or maybe it was because he said "let her" casually in the dressing room, obviously he just met someone today.

But she imprinted every second of the picture related to him in her mind, replaying it like a movie.

Probably bewitched.

He Meng thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)