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The style of the painting in the early stage of "Doraemon" was very bad, especially the Doraemon, which was ugly no matter how little it was. Its round belly could be two or three times larger than the "slim" Doraemon in the later stage!

Fortunately, the system is powerful and directly unifies the style of the painting. All characters are based on the best version in the later stage.

The release of "Doraemon" is still in He Chen's style - without advertising, silent.

The final exam is about to be held. As the senior year is approaching, Mo Mo's academic performance is getting heavier and heavier, and the time to browse Dmfun every day is greatly shortened.

"Who is it! Just based on the comic "Demon Picture" that only knows how to fight and kill, it is up to the master to challenge the master? It only takes three days to update, but the master updates two comics every day!"

While talking to himself, Mo Mo typing hard on the keyboard and Dmfun has become more and more active recently, and the trolls who slander the great masters are squirting.

She always believed in her heart that the great god must be conceiving a new plot, and it is definitely not a provocation from the prosperous era.

Refresh the web page, and suddenly a message pops up in the DM in the lower right corner.

DM is known for not advertising and never pops messages to users. Only when the author or friend you follow, if any message is posted, will a prompt message pop up.

And Mo Mo is only concerned about one person - the porter!

"Huh? It's updated again? Haven't the Chengdu League and Digimon today been updated? In order to take care of the author of "Pokemon's Special", it was Zhou Geng, who was updated a few days ago. What is it updated this time?"

With a puzzled mood, Mo Mo clicked on the prompt message.

When the page jumps, what catches your eyes is not the Pokémon or Digimon that you were familiar with before, but a fat blue man who has never seen a round face, round hands, round body, round eyes, round mouth, and no ears.

"Ha! I said it, how could the great god escape? Look, isn't the new comic coming out?"

Mo Mo's spirit was shocked immediately, and a great sense of excitement suddenly dispelled the unhappiness brought by the previous group of trolls.

"Let me see, this is called Doraemon...What a strange name."

Mo Mo glanced at the title of the book and complained in his heart.

Although the style seems to be much simpler than other works of the master, her trust in the master still lets her hand move the mouse and click on the new comic.

"This one is called Nobita, lazy... It seems like I used to be lying on the bed and reading novels and having snacks..."

The beginning was unremarkable and plain, and I continued to watch silently.

At this time, the fat man on the cover of the comic suddenly came out of the desk drawer. Mo Mo widened his eyes and couldn't figure out how such a fat strange creature came out of the flat drawer.

The fat man also claimed to be here to save Nobita, and predicted that Nobita would hang himself in thirty minutes and be tortured in forty minutes. He also said that he was in trouble from growing up until he died...

"This life is simply tragic. Even those articles that claim to be abused will not bring such miserable things!"

A sense of sympathy arose in Mo Mo's heart, and at the same time, he guessed what this fat man was, where he came from, why he wanted to save Nobita and how to save Nobita.

The next turn was unexpectedly happening, and the fat man glanced at Nobita's snacks, then ate them very unceremoniously, turned around and went into the drawer, but disappeared.

"Didn't you say you came to save Nobita? Why did you run away after eating other people's snacks? Is this here to save or bully others? Nobita is so miserable!"

Seeing the stupid Nobita rummaged through the cabinets and unable to find the fat man, and thought he was dreaming, Mo Mo couldn't help but feel a clumsy plan for his mind.

However, this also aroused her curiosity. Why did she see that the fat man was in and out of the drawer, but she had nothing to do when she turned it out? Is there any mechanism?

But then another person appeared in the drawer who looked exactly the same as Nobita except for his clothes. Then God unfolded, and this person was Nobita's grandson. Because Nobita's miserable life also implicated him, he made a robot - that fat man, who gave it to Nobita, hoping to change his grandfather's destiny and make himself better by the way.

Nobita began to disbelief and knocked both of them away-no one would be willing to listen to the words "You will live a very miserable life."

But those prophecies came true one by one - although hanging became accidentally hung on a tree, the torture was because he accidentally fell into the bathtub and then he used electric heating to warm his body.

Finally, he had to believe this content, and then picked up the album from the future: failed the college entrance examination, couldn't find a job, opened his own company, but the fire company burned down, and the company went bankrupt and was heavily in debt...

"What a terrible life this is!"

Mo Mo couldn't help but swear. She felt that if she knew that she would fall to this point in the future, it would be better to commit suicide...

Nobita was extremely sad, and his grandson comforted him and said that it was because he wanted to change his miserable fate that he let Doraemon come here, so Nobita ignited hope of living again.

A grandson from the future, who had never seen this ancient city, so he asked to go and see. Doraemon took out something like a bamboo dragonfly from his wilted pocket on his stomach, and inserted it into his body to take people to fly. However, Doraemon was also a careless person and inserted it into Nobita's pants. Nobita, possessed by the God of Doom, fell from his pants for granted...

"Hahahaha! So interesting!"

Mo Mo was overjoyed, so he clicked down, but found that he jumped directly to the cover - it was finished.

Except for the super long story, "Doraemon" is a short story, with only about 10 pages in one episode. Mo Mo, who was immersed in the world of blue fat, had already finished the first chapter without realizing it.

"So short... but so interesting! I am worthy of being a great god, and it looks much better than the kind of fighting and killing things like the Magic Picture!"

Mo Mo talked to himself excitedly, and then opened the DM group - this was built by their group of fellow friends who like comics and support porters.

"Everyone! Go and read it quickly, the porter has released a new book! It's super interesting!"

In a word, the originally silent DM group became lively in an instant, and the super divers who were usually not very active were also bubbling.

"What's the name?"

“What is the content?”

"Do you have any good-looking pets?"

"Hmph! This is a story that is completely different from those comics in the past, called "Doraemon". Go and watch it yourself!"

In Dmfun, countless similar plots are staged in different places.

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Shengshi Lisen also applied for a DM account and followed He Chen. At the first time of the release of "Doraemon", he also clicked on Doraemon.

Li Sen frowned, gently tapped his chin with one hand, his eyes full of doubt.

"He Chen, "Doraemon", this theme is dull. Although it has highlights, it is not exciting enough and it is difficult to change into a popular game. I thought he would launch works with cool literary themes after "Digimon", but I didn't expect that he would actually launch this work that was worse than "Pokemon"... He thought that with this, he could win over "The Magic Picture"? Or was he really over?"

After pondering for a moment, Li Sen asked to the secretary standing beside him.

"Liu Bai, what do you think of this Doraemon?"

Liu Bai thought about it and shook his head: "Now the mainstream group of online entertainment is a teenager group between the ages of 14 and 28, especially the proportion of men. "The Magic Picture" is a benchmark for popular online articles and is extremely attractive to this group. Once our game is publicly beta, the online users have exceeded 500,000 at the same time; the first chapter of the comic is free, with a click count of one million in three days, and the second chapter is directly on the shelves, and the subscription can reach 200,000, with huge potential. Among this group, I don't think he can compete with us..."

Li Sen nodded thoughtfully: "This group... do you think He Chen avoided our advantages and chose the part we abandoned, and this part is the area he is good at?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand comics and can't give you advice... However, I personally think that He Chen is not the kind of person who can avoid his edge."

Li Sen also realized that He Chen was not like the kind of person who would avoid his edge, so he was confused about the comic he released this time.

"Can't the comics of "The Magic Picture" be faster?"

"No, the "Magic Picture" has a grand background, fierce battles, many characters, and many races. Even if the artist is equipped with 4 assistants to solve the background problem, his fastest speed can only reach two days and one episode."

"...But He Chen serialized three comics at the same time, and it's still a daily update."

Li Sen emphasized that he didn't know about it before, but since the establishment of the comics department, he realized He Chen's strength - from the perspective of painting alone, a person can change various styles of painting, and the painting speed is so fast that he has to admire.

If he hadn't occasionally heard from his daughter and learned about He Chen's talent in painting, he would have even wondered if He Chen had found a group of people painting.

"There are many people who are good at painting, but most of them don't come to comics. The ones we recruit now are all third-rate painters, and their level is limited. If you want to compete with He Chen, you can find top students or some well-known painters from art schools." Liu Bai said while thinking.

She doesn't understand art and has only seen He Chen twice in total. However, as a person who created new expression techniques and created comics in painting, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a master. How can ordinary people compare to it?

"Well, try it. Art is also about making a living. Not everyone's paintings can be sold for money. Those who pursue fame cannot dig; but there are always people who like money, so put more effort into it."

Liu Bai nodded and wrote Li Sen's instructions on his workbook.
Chapter completed!