Chapter 2

Ding ling ling!

The bell signaling the end of the exam rang...

The two-hour preliminary exam was over, and Wang Qinan stood up to hand in his test paper to the invigilator.

Walking out of the examination room, Wang Qinan saw a girl around fifteen or sixteen years old waving at him.

A memory flashed through his mind, and Wang Qinan remembered who the girl was. He smiled and said, "Xiang, you're the best. You actually came to pick me up at the exam!"

The girl's face turned red, and she said, "Your mom was worried you might get lost in BJ since you don't know the way, so she asked me to come pick you up. By the way, how did the exam go today?"

Sure enough, it's true!

The memory is real...

Wang Qinan smiled and said, "The preliminary exam should be fine. Each question was quite simple, so there's no reason I shouldn't get a high score."

"If you're so capable, why don't you take the college entrance exam and become the top scorer?" Xiang thought Wang Qinan was boasting.

Wang Qinan pinched her little face and rubbed it, saying, "What's the challenge in being the top scorer in the college entrance exam? There's one per county, and there are at least 3,000 counties in the country. The exam is also divided into liberal arts and science, so there are at least six or seven thousand top scorers. The value is too low."

According to his memory, every time he was with Xiang, he couldn't help but rub her face, and the number of times he did so was countless. Wang Qinan suspected that her cute, round face was shaped by his constant rubbing.

"Boasting, boasting, boasting..." The girl's speech became slurred as she was rubbed, and she couldn't help but get angry, stomping on Wang Qinan's foot with her foot, "I told you, don't rub my face anymore. I'm not a kid!"

Sss...

It hurts!

Fortunately, she was wearing flat sports shoes. If she had been wearing high heels, the stomp would have been much worse...

The girl's full name is Li Lingxiang. Originally, she lived in the TJ area, just like Wang Qinan. Their parents were old colleagues for over twenty years, and the two of them had known each other for more than ten years. They were close friends who often visited each other's homes and even bathed together when they were young.

Three years ago, Li Lingxiang's parents came to work in BJ and brought her along.

However, the two families still kept in touch, so Wang Qinan and Li Lingxiang's childhood friendship remained strong.

While digesting this memory, Wang Qinan was involuntarily pulled by Li Lingxiang onto a motorcycle. He actually had the chance to hold the girl's waist.

It was soft and fragrant...

Wang Qinan felt his heart was about to explode!

The motorcycle engine started, and it began to overtake cars in the traffic. Wang Qinan felt as if he had suddenly fallen from a blissful heaven into a cold hell.

The speed was at least 120 km/h, which, in Wang Qinan's view, was like playing with life.

Wang Qinan weakly said, "Can you slow down a bit?"

"Don't worry, my skills are top-notch," Xiang said confidently.

However, Wang Qinan felt increasingly uneasy...

The cold wind blew in his face, and Wang Qinan could hardly keep his eyes open.

It's too scary!

Wang Qinan was afraid that speaking would further distract her, so he kept quiet but remained on edge.

After more than ten minutes, the motorcycle entered a residential area, finally letting him breathe a sigh of relief...

At least no one was hurt!

Wang Qinan looked around the residential area. Xiang's family lived in the Haidian District of BJ, in a 120-square-meter apartment, which was considered high-end in the capital.

If placed more than ten years later, having such a house in the capital would make one a rich and beautiful girl.

"Boy, being alone with a beautiful girl, do you have any evil thoughts?" After returning home, Xiang changed into a cute tiger costume, her whole body wrapped in the clothes, only her face exposed.

Since Xiang's parents were often on business trips and spent less than two months at home each year, this "luxury house" in the capital was usually occupied only by Xiang.

Without her parents around, she had developed a rather peculiar personality.

"Of course not," Wang Qinan replied.

"How can that be? A cute, smart, sacred, and pure girl is completely defenseless with you in the same room. Wouldn't you do something crazy?" Xiang took out a pencil.

"Impossible, I only see you as a little sister," Wang Qinan quickly defended himself, his heart pounding.

"Oh? A little sister? That's too disappointing. So you're a sis-con! Come on, reveal your true nature!" The girl Xiang leaned over a drawing board, almost dragging his hand towards her chest.

"What are you doing?" Wang Qinan's face turned red, and he pulled his hand back as if electrocuted, but the soft, warm sensation lingered.

"I'm making you a model. Please help, this manga is quite important..."

Wang Qinan then realized that Xiang was using him as a model for her manga character.

"Am I that perverted?" Wang Qinan protested, "It's not realistic! Besides, this kind of plot would be censored in China, right?"

"Art comes from life but transcends it!" Xiang said, "Well... boy, you have two choices: one is to contribute your body to art, and the other is to help with the plot and creativity!"

"Body... no way! But as a scriptwriter? I can give some advice!" Wang Qinan stroked his chin and said, "First, I need to know, are you drawing for fun or for submission?"

"Of course, for submission!" Xiang said confidently, "China, with a population of 1.3 billion, is far behind in the entertainment and cultural sector compared to its economic development and international status. Therefore, a cute, smart, sacred, and pure girl should take on the responsibility of revitalizing China's manga industry. As they say—without Xiang, China's manga industry would be in eternal darkness..."

"Middle school syndrome!" Wang Qinan finally realized the girl's problem. However, many excellent manga artists had a bit of middle school syndrome. Without it, Wang Qinan doubted whether they could create appealing manga.

However, when Wang Qinan looked at some of the girl's sketches, he was quite impressed by her ability to turn her ideas into drawings!

But manga is more than just art!

Good manga should be highly entertaining, making it easy for most readers to understand the plot and empathize with the characters' emotions.

Considering her as a beautiful girl, Wang Qinan decided to give her some advice: "Actually, you lack not only plot creativity but also have issues with your drawing style. Since I have some free time now, I can help you with that."

"Boy!" Xiang seemed very excited, placing her delicate hand on Wang Qinan's shoulder, "Have you decided to create a miracle with me?"

"Not at all!" Wang Qinan was defeated by her middle school syndrome, "Listen, there are no miracles in this world, only hard work, persistence, and luck!"

"Even in the most developed manga market—Japan—millions of people have the idea of becoming manga artists, but only a few hundred become professional manga artists. Out of ten thousand people, only one becomes a manga artist. The situation for manga artists in China is similar, if not more challenging, with even lower稿酬. If you don't have absolute determination and belief, I advise you to give up the idea of becoming a manga artist."

"Boy... why does your tone sound so沧桑 (world-weary)? Have you been masturbating too much recently?" Xiang patted Wang Qinan's head.

"If you keep this up, I won't be your scriptwriter anymore!" Wang Qinan said.

"It's not a scriptwriter, it's the original creator!" Xiang said, "You are the original creator, and I am the original artist. We complement each other's weaknesses and become manga artists together. In the future, we will use the same pen name, and the royalties will be split equally."

"Fine, fine, fine... original creator!!" Wang Qinan didn't care about the title.

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