Chapter 406 Comics
I stared at the picture, thinking it over. Yep, that girl's gotta be me. I didn't listen to him and stayed close to Adam, so Brad spanked me. The boy must be Brad; he's holding me with one hand, scolding me non-stop, but his right hand just couldn't bring itself to come down.
Of course, Brad couldn't bring himself to hit me. When I was a kid, I messed up a painting he spent two months on, and he still couldn't do it. Spoiling me has always been his thing.
But that's not the whole story. The time I snuck off to a bar with Isabella and the gang, Brad did spank me. Even though he was just going through the motions, it felt more like brushing off dirt and didn't hurt. But technically, Brad did spank me.
Tears kept flowing, but my heart was bursting with joy.
It looked like an ordinary picture, but it had a lot of meaning. And Jenny just couldn't get it.
Brad's so smart; he found a way to talk to me without breaking his deal with Jenny, solving our problem of no private contact for two years.
Brad and I share a lot of the same friends and social circles, especially since we both go to National Capital University. Lots of the university's platforms could be ways for us to talk indirectly.
This was awesome; I was so happy I almost jumped up.
I'd never been this excited before. I grabbed a pen and sketched a simple drawing. The idea was clear: a little girl with pigtails being led by a boy holding a whip, the boy's whip hitting a little thief holding his head, crying in pain.
I wanted to share my unfulfilled wish with the world through this drawing.
As soon as I posted it, someone liked it right away. Rafael, who I hadn't seen in ages, commented, "Childish."
I was so mad.
How could Rafael, who'd never been in love, understand the feelings of those of us who had, or know how deeply we were into it?
Daniel showed up too; he posted a smug emoji in the comments.
Brad, as I expected, didn't react, but I knew he saw it. And he was staring at the screen, lovingly saying, "Baby, you're so naughty!"
My heart felt so sweet.
I hugged my blanket and rolled around on my big bed. If it wasn't midnight and I wasn't afraid of scaring people, I would've loved to sing a song to let everyone know how happy I was.
The next day, I didn't have any classes, but I still got up early to find Professor Evans to apply for a project and ask him to set up a lab for me.
"Why do you want to start this project? You know, the high-end paints on the market now can basically avoid fading. Don't you think this project is a bit redundant?" Professor Evans asked.
I replied, "But high-end paints are expensive. There are so many people learning to paint, and not everyone can afford them. I want to develop a new type of paint that's just as good but cheaper, so all art students won't have their talents buried because they can't afford good paints."
Professor Evans nodded with a kind smile. "Alright. But research isn't easy; it's tough and not something one or two people can handle alone. You need a team. Do you have core team members in mind? Are you sure they can work together without any issues? Have you thought about all this?"
"Honestly, Professor Evans, I haven't had time to plan all that out yet. I was thinking of handling those details after the project got approved. I'm sorry, Professor Evans, I oversimplified things." I felt a bit down.
I had no experience with research projects, and Professor Evans' words made me realize how tough this path would be.
But no matter how hard it would be, I wouldn't give up easily. This was a world worth exploring.
"I just need to know, are you sure you want to start this project and not consider anything else? Ninety-nine percent of the graduate students I've supervised start their theses with painting. It's safe and usually works out fine. With your skills, passing the assessment wouldn't be a problem. But paint is a niche and tough area. If you succeed, it will have a huge impact on the industry, and you'll become a legend. But success comes at a great cost. Do you understand what I mean?" Professor Evans said seriously.
My goal was just to develop a new type of paint with strong performance and low cost.
If the project failed, my graduation might be delayed. If I succeeded, it would be huge. No wonder Professor Evans was so serious. I was only thinking about immediate success or failure and didn't realize the changes that would come with success.
Despite this, the project still needed to be started. I would do my best. Even if I didn't do well, at least I tried and wouldn't have any regrets. As for delaying graduation, it was okay. If you didn't fight for it, who knew what the result would be!
"Yes, Professor Evans, I've thought this project through. As long as it's approved, I will proceed and do my best."
"Alright, I'll submit the project application for you right away. The result will be out within two days. Go back and wait for it."
After leaving Professor Evans' office, I had nothing to do. A lecture hall door was open, and a young, unfamiliar teacher was giving a lecture on comic conception and production.
I vaguely remembered the school notifying us that a teacher from a cultural company would be giving a public lecture today. This must be the one.
I peeked in and saw quite a few art students listening attentively.
Since I had nothing to do, and there was an empty seat near the back door, I decided to sit in on the lecture.
I had a wide range of interests, and I loved anything related to drawing. When I was little, I was obsessed with comics.
The young teacher's lecture was excellent, full of references and lively, making the characters from the two-dimensional world come to life and injecting them with soul.
As I listened, I gradually became fascinated, especially when he talked about its commercial value, which piqued my interest.
From childhood to adulthood, I had always studied traditional painting and vowed to make it my lifelong career. I liked reading comics but never thought of them as a profession.
This teacher's lecture made me realize that if done well, comics could also be a very good career path.
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