The big adventure in Doraemon

Chu Mushan sent Nobita home with a depressed face and walked in the direction of a nearby convenience store, because since he was going to draw comics and submit them, it would definitely be impossible to use amateur drawing paper and brushes, otherwise the people in the publishing house might not be too lazy to look at it and just throw it aside, no matter whether the painting skills are good or not, there will always be less ups and downs if the surface work is done well.

Soon arrived at a nearby convenience store, I originally thought that I didn't need too much money to buy these tools for drawing comics, but I didn't expect that there were too many tools needed to draw comics, as for Chu Mushan, who has the knowledge and memory of introductory comics, why don't you know what comic tools you need, of course, it's because the memory is not completely absorbed, so you can only pick out important knowledge and use it freely. For example, when Chu Mushan entered the convenience store, he was only going to buy some manuscript paper and a special nib for painting, but when he saw the needle pen, a series of uses and knowledge of the needle pen suddenly appeared in his mind.

So Chu Mushan bought a series of comic tools such as ink, D nib, G nib and so on. In the end, it lasted two days, Chu Mushan used up all the pocket money that he had saved for a year, took the last 1,000 yuan banknote on his body, and walked out of the convenience store in the happy welcome of the convenience boss next time, and suddenly made a business of 10,000 yuan, of course, the boss is not funny.

Chu Mushan looked at the time, the sky was full of stars, it was already more than eight o'clock, almost nine o'clock, and if he walked back, it would be too slow, and his parents seemed to get off work at about nine o'clock, and if he was unlucky, it would be bad if he met it, and he looked at the last ticket in his hand, and he was ruthless and directly stopped the passing taxi, the old one does not go, and the new one does not come. And Chu Mushan can be so free, but because of the consciousness of the original body, if he went home at nine o'clock and was discovered, it is estimated that he will not be so free, but I heard that taxis in Japan are very expensive, I don't know if I have enough for a thousand yuan, it should be enough.

"What's the matter, kids, why don't you come home so late?" The taxi driver looked at Chu Mushan, who hadn't gone home at eight or nine o'clock, a little strangely.

"Of course I'm going home, the driver goes to this position. Chu Mushan pulled the car door and sat in, telling the address of his home.

It's fast to be a taxi, of course, the ticket in your pocket is also fast, just a little distance to ask for 500 yuan Chu Mushan, just the starting price is 320 yen, Chu Mushan is considered to know how crazy Japanese taxis are. With the five hundred yuan found by the taxi driver, he quickly walked into the yard and opened the door with his key, looking at the darkness inside the house, it was obvious that his parents had not come back yet, Chu Mushan breathed a sigh of relief.

But speaking of which, Chu Mushan has been busy for so long, and he hasn't eaten dinner yet, and now that everything is done, he suddenly became hungry, so he hurriedly warmed up the dinner that his parents had prepared in the morning, and then started, today's food is quite good, it is steak rice, which is quite nutritious.

After eating, Chu Mushan cleaned up everything and returned to his room, ready to start drawing the comics that he had "conceived" for a long time, first drawing all the characters, and then the first word of the first volume: The children who were called. As soon as I started to write, I heard the sound of the door opening, which should be my parents coming back, followed by a gentle sound of going upstairs. Because the original body was almost ready to sleep at this time, Chu Mushan should feel that his parents in this life should be ready to see if he was asleep.

"Xiaoshan, are you asleep?well, Xiaoshan, why haven't you slept yet?" The door was gently opened, and a soft female voice came, it was Xiaoshan's mother. Xiaoshan's mother looked at Chu Mushan, who was still doing something at the desk, and was slightly stunned, this is a rare situation, Xiaoshan's mother thought that Chu Mushan had not finished his homework and was doing his homework here.

"Mom, didn't I tell you in the morning, I want to take some time to learn how to draw comics, because I have already read all the books at home, and I want to find some hobbies. Chu Mushan looked back at this familiar and unfamiliar mother, in fact, Chu Mushan didn't know how to face the original parents, under the instillation of the original body's memory, Chu Mushan had feelings for the original parents, but it was not as close as the original body, but it was a little embarrassing.

"Okay, okay, kid, you just let Xiaoshan go, when did Xiaoshan let us down? At this time, a strong male voice came, it turned out that the father of the shirt came up and pulled the mother of the shirt down, and the father always supported his children's hobbies and interests.

"Got it. Chu Mushan replied, watching his parents continue to draw comics after closing the door, after all, there are various fighting skills in his mind but he doesn't dare to use them easily, this feeling is really unpleasant, just a light backflip can make the muscles slightly strained, of course, ordinary people may not notice it, but Chu Mushan can detect it.

I don't know how long, Chu Mushan has drawn a third of the first word, as for why it's so fast, it's because Chu Mushan is completely copying, and there is no need to think about anything Chu Mushan, who has an introduction to comics, has the character design of the Digimon in his previous life, the main plot line, etc., Chu Mushan is not too easy to draw.

Looking at his brain, it was half past ten Chu Mushan tidied up his schoolbag a little, sorted out his painting tools, and prepared to take it to school tomorrow to draw during the lunch break. After all, if there are no better herbs and supplements, Chu Mushan's unique exercise skills in his mind cannot be used at all, otherwise it will be completely squeezing the body, just like Muay Thai desperately squeezing the body, and the physical fitness plummets after the age of thirty.

So before he had his own financial resources, Chu Mushan could only do sit-ups, running and the like. You don't need to think about medicinal baths and medicinal food, and thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground. After doing the bedtime exercise, Chu Mushan slept directly with his clothes, and he was indeed a little tired today.