Cartoonist in Doraemon

Nobita's biggest hobby is to lie in his small room when he is not in class, reading comics while eating afternoon tea, and taking a nap when he is tired. It is so wonderful.

"Well, it's just right for you to help me take a look, and you can also give me some suggestions."

Lin Feng smiled and took the lead to go up to the second floor.

His single-family house is really not big. There is no other space on the first floor except for the living room, kitchen and bathroom.

"These are the first drafts drawn yesterday. The lines may not be very detailed. It may take some time to slowly and finely modify them later."

Lin Feng walked to the desk, sorted out the drawings on it a little, and then turned around and handed them to Shizuka.

Although they are both creative, Lin Feng has the help of the system, and he also has a complete layout of the comics in his mind.

So his drawings look very neat and clean, without the black marks left after major modifications.

It's just that because of the lack of skills, the speed will be slower.

"Wow! What a delicate cover!"

"Lin Feng, did you really draw this last night? It's really amazing!"

Since the drawings that Shizuka received from Lin Feng were sorted out by Lin Feng in advance, the first page on the cover is a cover of "Demon Slayer" drawn by Lin Feng.

The picture shows the protagonist of "Demon Slayer", Tanjiro holding the Nichirin sword and hugging his sister Nezuko tightly.

But if you look closely, you can see some terrifying details.

The first is Nezuko, the sister who is embraced by Tanjiro. Her expression looks wrong. Although it is a side face, it still gives people a very fierce and sharp feeling.

Especially Nezuko's fingernails look unusually sharp, and under the embellishment of Lin Feng's fine painting, it seems to emit a cold light.

Although Nezuko was held in Tanjiro's arms, her eyes were fixed on Tanjiro's neck. Her half-open mouth also had sharp teeth. Her hands were bent into claws, tightly grasping Tanjiro's clothes.

That posture seemed to have seen some delicious prey.

However, the expression on Tanjiro's face was very calm as he looked at the evil spirits around him. The Nichirin Sword in his hand was also protected in front of him, as if he was determined to resist the foreign enemies.

Although it was just a cover, it seemed to be alive under Lin Feng's detailed description.

Just looking at the cover at first glance, Shizuka and Nobita were deeply attracted.

"Yeah."

Facing the praise and compliments of Shizuka and Nobita, Lin Feng also smiled and nodded.

Anyone who has done something seriously hopes to be appreciated, praised and praised by others, even Lin Feng is no exception.

Seeing Shizuka and Nobita appreciating his work seriously, a feeling of satisfaction gradually surged into Lin Feng's heart.

Nobita doesn't need to say much, he originally likes to read comics, but Shizuka is not so interested in comic books. As a girl, she prefers some literary things.

But looking at her now, even Shizuka, who doesn't read comics much normally, is now attracted by a cover picture of Lin Feng.

Doesn't this just show that Lin Feng's work can indeed give people a considerable degree of shock.

It can also make Lin Feng more confident about what kind of feedback and influence these drawings will cause after they are published.

"Hurry, Shizuka, take a look at the content behind."

Nobita couldn't wait to see the content of the first episode after the cover.

So when he saw Shizuka admiring the cover, he couldn't help but urge her.

After hearing Nobita's words, Shizuka also smiled, and then opened the cover, revealing the content of the first episode prologue picture behind.

In the icy and snowy land, a young man with a fiery red mark on his forehead was walking in the snow with difficulty.

Behind him, there was an unconscious young girl on his back.

The hot air that kept coming out of the young man's mouth formed a misty barrier in front of him.

The young girl behind him seemed to have been seriously injured, and blood dripped down her clothes onto the snow, like blood-colored plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

"Hold on, Nezuko, don't die..."

"Brother will definitely find a way to save you, you must not be in trouble..."

The young man carried the girl on his back, leaving footprints of varying depths in the snow. At this time, his tears mixed with sweat on his forehead, and before they could drip down, they condensed on his face.

But even so, the determination on the boy's face did not diminish at all.

The content of the draft ended here. Lin Feng stayed up for a long time last night, so he could only rush out so much content.

But just this scene made Shizuka and Nobita speechless.

It was so shocking!

Whether it was the painting style or the painting skills, as well as the depiction of some details, it could be said that it completely broke Shizuka and Nobita's previous understanding of comics.

Because it is just a picture, the skills used more are painting skills. As for the storyboard and plot, they are not very visible here.

But just relying on the cover just now and the content of the first episode prologue picture now, it is already fascinating and there is a feeling of wanting more.

"Lin Feng, is that all..."

After Nobita read the two A4 draft papers over and over again, he also looked at Lin Feng with some expectation.

At this time, Nobita hoped that Lin Feng could bring another stack of drafts from the desk to feast his eyes.

"Uh, no more."

Lin Feng also spread his hands helplessly. He really didn't expect that Nobita seemed to be quite interested in the first draft he drew.

"Oh... What a pity..."

"Well, Lin Feng, can you please tell me immediately after you finish the next draft? I really want to see the content behind..."

Nobita is really simple sometimes.

Whatever you think of, you do it; whatever you want, you take it; if you want to see the follow-up content, you just express it directly and carelessly, which is really not euphemistic at all. . .

"No problem, it's nothing."

Lin Feng looked at Nobita with his hands clasped together, and the way he carefully asked for something from him, he couldn't help but laugh.