Why is my Two-dimensional a daily program

but--

A match made in heaven?

Bai Fan shook his head.

The girl in front of her has the qualities of a real angel.

She doesn't understand the secular way of life at all, and she is ignorant, but as long as she talks about her goals and what she wants to do, she can always give you the most perfect answer.

"This is true whiteness."

Seeing the latter coughing because the orange juice got into his throat, Bai Fan couldn't help but understand this definition.

(The boy’s daily life is still going on—this is the epilogue! Although I really want to say it like this, it’s right...but it’s estimated that there will be overwhelming—the author Ji took the money and ran away! Such words...cough Cough, I'm still afraid of this kind of thing, it's hurtful... In short! This is an update!)

Chapter 6. Rita (for subscription)

After Mashiro finished eating, drank all the orange juice, and made all the preparations, Iida Ayano finally asked the staff to open the venue.

The scene is almost the same as that of Bai Fan's first sale.

"Are these all true readers?"

Bai Fan stared blankly at this scene.

The entire venue is very large, about the same as when Bai Fan first participated in the signing event, and the volume can accommodate nearly 500 people.

Of course, those who stood in line outside were not counted here.

According to a rough calculation, there are estimated to be thousands of people present, plus the nerds who are still coming, there is a lot of people's voices for a while.

"Hmph, sister, does the teacher think that Zhenbai's reputation is very small?"

Iida Ayano glanced at Bai Fan sideways, and made a "tsk tsk" sound from her mouth.

The expression that everything is under my control is really annoying.

But what she said was true.

When he first came here, Bai Fan didn't think there would be so many people here.

Because Zhenbai is different from himself, he directly used the works of his previous life, and Zhenbai is completely original, to have such a big reputation——

""eden*" has helped Zhenbai create a lot of momentum."

Iida Ayano smiled and held out a finger.

"Although we did not carry out too much publicity for the work "Dream of the Star", the original Zhenbai's painting style is beautiful to a certain extent. What kind of terrible painter can also cover up the flaws in her plot to a certain extent , not to mention, Mashiro is also one of the authors of "eden*."

Indeed, when "eden*" was released, Bai Fan did add himself and Zhenbai's name together.

Thinking about it now, that was really the right thing to do.

"Come on...it's true."

Bai Fan smiled slightly, looking at Shiina Mashiro who took over the work and wrote his name fluently.

It feels like she is one step closer to her dream.

Become a cartoonist.

. . .

. . .

. . .

"Okay! Intermission!"

After issuing such an order, Iida Ayano sat directly on the chair behind her.

Ignoring the latter's unrestrained sitting posture, Bai Fan focused on Zhenbai who was walking over.

"Zhenbai, how is it, the feeling of the signing event?"

I'm a little curious.

"very tired."

Zhenbai blinked, although there was still no emotion on his face, he still said so.

Indeed, at least 2000 signatures were signed in one morning, even if you are a hard-working person, you are equally tired.

"But speaking of it, Mashiro can still understand what the signature means..."

Bai Fan touched his chin.

Shiina Mashiro, who knows almost nothing about common sense in life, actually knows the meaning of signature.

"When we were painting before, the teacher asked us to write our names and dates on the works we drew."

Shiina Mashiro explained lightly.

"I see..."

"Fan."

"Ok?"

When Bai Fan was still thinking about something, Zhenbai suddenly spoke.

"I'm hungry."

"Oh? Didn't you just eat something just now?"

"Just now was just now, now is now."

You can still say such philosophical sentences! ! !

Listening to Zhenbai's words, Bai Fan stared at the latter's face, speechless for a long time.

This kind of words is not clear, but after a deep taste, it feels very powerful. ． ．

The power of foodies?

"If you don't give me something to eat, I won't sign it."

He still spoke in that calm tone.