It was late at night and Li Qin was so hot that she couldn't sleep.

She was going to get up and drink a glass of water, but was surprised to find that the light next door was still on.

"Why is this child not sleeping yet?" Li Qin walked over curiously and looked inside through the crack of the door.

I saw Meng Huo sitting in front of the desk, moving quickly on the paper with a pen.

Li Qin widened her eyes. The child was actually reviewing? She looked at the ground, and the textbooks and notes were scattered all over the ground. She had never seen Meng Huo who was reviewing so hard - he really changed.

Li Qin smiled as she walked towards the living room with a soft foot.

"I'll give him an extra egg for breakfast tomorrow."

In the room, the things that Meng Huolong and Feifengwu described were of course not review questions, but comics.

He searched through history books and various newspapers in his room and had confirmed that there were no classic comics such as "Dragon Ball" and "Naruto" in this world, nor did there also have no classic online novels such as "Fighting Break the Sky" and "The Master of All Time".

Novels and comics have become Meng Huo’s first choice for making money. Of course, the first choice is the less labor-intensive novel. However, the novel industry in this world is very developed, and the rise of online novels is ten years earlier than in his previous life. The entire market is a red ocean of fierce competition.

On the contrary, the original comics market is a blue ocean.

Original comics appeared later than novels. Due to the development of the novel market, the comic industry gradually emerged in order to expand copyright benefits. The characters in the comics are distinctive and easy to understand, suitable for both young and old. The entire industry is like a snowball and bigger, and it has spread all over the world.

However, it was restricted by two decisive factors after its start. First, it lacked professional comic education, shortage of talents, and was hired by large companies to adapt popular novels, and the output of original comics was very small. Second, there was a problem with the marketing model, and comic journals were not paid attention to.

Today's comic market is mainly adapted from novels. The biggest limitation is that readers know the plot. Comic companies dare not change the original work casually. Readers who know the plot will not follow it every week, and they are more willing to buy single-line books.

This has resulted in a strange phenomenon of poor sales of comic journals and magazines, and extremely popular single-line books. This phenomenon is very beneficial to Meng Huo, because it means that as long as he can launch excellent content in comics, he can stand out.

Novels and comics are closely related. Many people can write novels, but few people can draw comics. Meng Huo spent most of his life on these things. His writing skills and painting skills were extraordinary, and he should be able to break a broad road.

He can start with original comics and step by step into other industries.

"Very good, the foundation is still there!" Meng Huo put down his pen and looked at the dozens of comic manuscripts on the table and breathed a sigh of relief. Time travel did not allow his skills to return to the origin. No matter his handwriting, writing style or painting skills were not much different from his previous life. He could recover by practicing for a while.

As long as he has strength, Meng Huo will not be afraid of anything.

"But it's so strange..." He picked up the comic and frowned and looked at it: "It's so smooth. No matter how you say you have to reconceive the storyboard. Why don't I even think about the storyboard?"

The so-called storyboard is a term in comics. You have to design the layout of the comics on paper before you can draw the original according to the layout. This process is like formulating drafts and structures. Meng Huo is strange that he can draw the originals without storyboards, as if he has known it for a long time.

"Forget it, don't want it."

Meng Huo stretched, picked up the history book next to him and read it as a novel. However, not long after, a wonderful feeling appeared in his mind: he seemed to know what the content of the next page was, and the key point started from which line and which word.

"No way..."

Meng Huo had just read it casually before, how could he remember it so clearly? He immediately opened the next page and the content displayed was exactly the same as in his mind!

A ridiculous idea came out.

Meng Huo took out the Chinese textbook and quickly scanned more than a dozen pages, then closed it. He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and began to recall. Slowly, the entire Chinese textbook opened like a 3D image, with directories, texts, notes, and even the wrinkled page numbers.

"I can't forget it!" He jumped up excitedly: "No, it's impossible...but the memory of the previous life was also very clear. The twelfth sentence of the first chapter of Journey to the West seemed to be Shao Kangjie: 'When the winter solstice is halfway, the heart of heaven has not changed. Where the yang first moves, when all things are not born'?"

"Damn, I'm in a bunker!"

Meng Huo really never forgets it. Not only in this life, but also in the previous life, did he know everything about his previous life? Did time travel make his head open? As long as he had this ability, he could perfectly reproduce the comics of his previous life, and was still worried that he would not make money?

But in this way, he no longer has to waste time at school.

"No, since I can remember it all, why don't I go to school?" If I could find a school with easy studies, Meng Huo's diploma would be like giving it for free.

Strength is the key, and talented students are popular everywhere. Meng Huo looked at the junior high school textbook on the desk and felt that there was definitely no harm in taking the high school entrance examination. He could prepare comics while reviewing, so that Li Qin could rest assured.

After a busy night, Meng Huo asked Li Qin not to go to school after dawn.

"Anyway, the school courses have ended, so I can't go there and review it quietly. It's better to stay at home." He explained.

Li Qin originally wanted to refuse, but she hesitated when she remembered Meng Huo's hard work last night. She didn't have a computer or money to play with her children. She agreed: "Okay, I will call your class teacher."

She asked for leave for Meng Huo, and the head teacher Bai Hui was angry with yesterday. When she heard about taking leave, she replied, "If you don't come, forget it." She hung up the phone.

"What did you do in school?" Li Qin was full of doubts, and Meng Huo blinked innocently: "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to pick you up."

Li Qin was stunned and a little unhappy.

"This teacher is really like this. What's your attitude? It's just that children can't teach them well. Why are they still petty after a day..."

She was very happy that Meng Huo came to pick her up yesterday.

"Then I'm going to work, you can review at home and have some leftovers in the refrigerator for you to eat for lunch."

"Okay!" Meng Huo sent Li Qin out with a smile on his face, then slept until noon, and started to review after dinner.

At 10:30 in the evening, Li Qin did not rush home, but knocked on the door of her neighbor's house.

"Meng Huo? It seems that I didn't see him out today." Li Qin felt relieved by the neighbor's answer. The child did stay at home to review.

When she opened the door, Li Qin was stunned. She saw the lights in the living room and a large bowl of hot fried egg rice was placed on the table.

"Mom, welcome back! That's the meal I just hot, you eat it while it's hot."

Meng Huo's voice came from the room inside, and Li Qin's eyes turned red. This was the first time Meng Huo prepared meals for her.

"This kid, haven't I said that the factory provides supper?" Li Qin wiped the corners of her eyes and ate all the fried rice with joy.

She put away the dishes and knocked on Meng Huo's door before taking a shower and preparing to go to bed.

"Xiao Huo, don't think it's too late to break your body."

"Know."

After getting the answer, Li Qin went to bed with peace of mind.

Time passed by the simple interaction between the mother and son. Meng Huo spent two weeks memorizing the textbooks of the entire primary and junior high school. He no longer had to review it. There were more than ten days before the high school entrance examination, and Meng Huo seized the time to prepare for the comics.

The choice of the first comic is very critical. Meng Huo did not directly adapt the comics to the novels in his previous life. He did not dare to take risks and placed the priority of the comics on the works that were originally comics.

"Dragon Ball" was the first to be a candidate. This is a classic comic that has been serialized for more than ten years. However, the initial results of this comic were not particularly popular. It was not until the author added the theme of "pursuing power" to the story.

Then there are the three migrant worker comics of "Death", "Naruto" and "One Piece", and Meng Huo still has no choice. The reason is that the style and worldview of these three comics are quite special. He wants a comic that is closer to reality and more youthful as the beginning.

After two days of screening, Meng Huo took a fancy to "Detective Conan". This is a typical teenager and girl-taking comic, which is close to reality and is full of suspense. It has a very good start and its results are not inferior to other comics.

Meng Huo focused on painting "Detective Conan". After a few days of practice, his painting skills returned to his best state in his previous life.

Drawing comics is a complicated task. Although not using a storyboard, Meng Huo greatly reduced the painting time, it took Meng Huo a full four days to complete the 20th pages of the first manuscript of the comics, which was already surprisingly fast.

"Okay, I'm just the last one and it's done!"

Meng Huo stretched out and prepared to draw the last picture. There was only one shot in this picture, so it should be very simple to draw.

However, as soon as the brush fell on the paper, a light suddenly flashed. A wonderful scroll appeared in Meng Huo's mind: a crescent moon hung in the sky, and a boy sat on the grass. He seemed to have just woken up from his coma, dressed in a mess. A gust of wind blew across his flowing sea, revealing his big puzzled eyes.

“Huh?”

Meng Huo suddenly woke up, and the brush in his hand stopped. His pupils shrank, and he was surprised to find that he had completed the last picture - the scene exactly the same as the one that flashed in his mind was drawn on paper, making people unable to see.

This is not an ordinary comic, but the seemingly simple picture reveals a faint elegance. The whole painting actually shows a sense of ink-like layering, just like a Chinese painting with life, where Meng Huo can feel a strong oriental charm.

“So awesome…”

He put down his pen tremblingly, his wrists slightly sore, proving that the painting was indeed from his hands.

The clock on the desk ticked.

Meng Huo turned his head to look at the clock. It had been half a circle. Time was thirty minutes faster than the picture appeared in his mind, but it only left him a moment of phantom. Meng Huo realized that he had just entered a state of fascination and inability to see time, and in this state, he easily drew the scene in his head.

Recalling the memories of the whole story, Meng Huo felt that this might also be a kind of ability brought by time travel.

"A flash of inspiration is called a flash of inspiration!"
Chapter completed!