By the time Ang found Ringo, Ringo had just bought some supplies from the black market and was waiting for him at the door.

"Aaron, sorry...I'm late."

When Ang appeared in front of Ringo, she was obviously a little embarrassed. She had a head of beautiful silver hair and gray marks on her body, and she seemed to have rolled around from the pile of gray.

"What happened?" Lingo asked with concern.

"It's okay, I've encountered some trouble, don't worry, it's solved." Ange shook his head with a wry smile.

It seems that he has indeed abide by the agreement and has not told him about his encounter with him.

In fact, it is not a big problem to say it out. Letting him not say it out is to protect his safety and test his trust. If even such a small thing cannot be guaranteed, then he cannot give the other party more trust.

"Your purse." Ringo no longer asked, but threw the other party's purse to him.

"Where did you find my purse?" Ange was stunned for a moment.

"Someone gave it to me, saying that you lost it." Lingo glanced open his eyes.

"That's how..."

I don’t know what Ange has been thinking, but his face is not very good-looking.

"Speaking of this, do you know how to go to the city?" Fortunately, the other party took the initiative to talk, and it didn't seem like he wanted to go into the deeper.

"You want to go to the city?" Anger was a little surprised.

"right."

"Why do you want to go to the city?" Ange was a little puzzled. "Isn't it good to stay in District 13? In a while, I will find a way to get your resident ID card, and you can find a job and stay safe. Wouldn't it be dangerous to go to a place like the city?"

"I'm looking for someone. He's in the city." The black-haired boy lowered his eyes.

"Are you a relative?"

"Um."

There is no more Ang asked. Everyone has their own secrets, and it is not a good thing to always follow the truth.

But... since you are a relative, it should be a very important existence, right?

Thinking of the embarrassing look when he first saw the other person, Ang always felt that Ringo still had many secrets he didn't know, but he didn't want to ask more.

Was it abandoned by your relatives or forced to separate?

Maybe it's a very sad thing...

"If you have to go to the city, you can consider registering at the Central Academy in the Fourth District. Anyone who passes the exam can be qualified to work in the city." Ang thought for a while and told Ringo.

"Central College?"

"Yes, the registration threshold is actually not high, but..."

Anger paused, but still said hesitantly, "The mortality rate is almost 70%. When you choose to step into the Central Academy, it means you are ready to go to the most dangerous place. What cities need is talents and firewood. If you cannot become the [talent] in their eyes, you can only become firewood burned out by the fire."

There is indeed nothing wrong with this. Those who can be selected from the dark alley to go to the city must be someone with a skill.

But what Anger told him was indeed one of the real paths.

"Thank you, I will think carefully." Ringo nodded.

"Don't be like Alice. She has always wanted to go to Central Academy, but she is not yet old." Ang sighed, "and she doesn't have a magic seal, so she will suffer a lot in Central Academy."

"Can the Samans go to Central College, too?" Lingo was a little surprised.

"In terms of the demand for [talent] and [fire], there is actually no specific racial requirement." Ang whispered, "One of the four major forces controlling the city is the Saman tribe. As long as you confirm your loyalty to the city and submit your spell seal, the Saman tribe can gain the right to live a normal life."

"This is really a wonder..."

Ringo was too lazy to think about the intrigues of the people in the city. Since Ang said he could sign up at the academy, one of the roads to the city was confirmed.

However, [Aaron] cannot use the spell seal casually on the surface, and he doesn't want to be suspected by his colleagues so soon.

Now that things have come to this point, all three main guide tasks have been completed. He originally wanted to ask first, but he didn't expect that Ang really knew how to go to the city, which saved him a lot of effort.

After a while of a walk with Ang, the two planned to return to District 13. Ringo did not ask anything about Ang's embarrassment, and Ang did not dig into the ground to explore why Ringo went to the city. The two got along very well.

However, after the three main tasks were over, he could go back.

"When I come back next time, will the timeline change here?" Lingo asked again before he was about to leave.

[The time here will be in a static state, and you can choose the time you can go back at will, so don’t worry about this.] The system comforted.

"Then can I go back now?" Lingo's heart moved.

[sure.]

Although there are still many things to deal with in the world here, the main popularity value still needs to be extracted from the comics. Without the support of the popularity value, the next road will become increasingly difficult to follow.

As soon as he thought of going back, he would start his difficult career in rushing, Ringo's temples began to thrust and thrust.

Think about it, no matter where he goes, it seems that he is hell. Forget it... If he doesn't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will still have to face reality.

Thinking of this, Ringo quickly lay on his bed and quickly closed his eyes.

·

When darkness invades the night, perceptions gradually become clear with the passage of time. It seems that you have been sleeping for a long time, but you still feel extremely unreal when you wake up.

“Um…”

When Ringo opened his eyes again, his whole body was filled with sore and numbness. The numbness almost made him fall from the chair.

"Dididi...Dididi..."

The alarm clock was still ringing, and Lingo stretched out his hand tiredly and grabbed it. It was actually three o'clock in the morning, and he was lying among a lot of drawings. It seemed that he was sleeping in a comic painting again.

"Head...tsk."

Ringo took out his cell phone and looked at the date, and his pupils contracted slightly.

Now the time has actually returned to the day before he was hit by a car.

The text messages on the phone were still flashing, and it was a urging message sent to him by the editor. According to Ringo's original memory, the editor had been asking him about the new comics a month ago.

Since his last comic ended, it has been a long time since he has no new inspiration to support his new work.

Fortunately, he has much more inspiration than usual.

[I have already thought of a new topic. I will send it to you together after I draw the new draft settings and draft outline.]

Ringo typing on his phone, then turned off the phone and threw it aside, preparing to take a shower and go to bed.

Staying up late to get a manuscript is not acceptable, and going to bed early and getting up early is the truth on earth.

·

Ringo slept the most secure sleep ever. He couldn't even wake him up the next morning when he woke up.

Life in the comic world is not stable, after all, no matter how good the house is, it is not as comfortable as your own room.

So when he slept until he got up at twelve o'clock in the afternoon and turned on his phone again, he looked at the 99 messages in his cell phone email and more than a dozen unanswered calls and fell into silence.

[Editor: What happened to you? I didn't answer the phone!? Didn't you say there was a new inspiration?? At least tell me what inspiration is?]

[Editor: Why are you staying up late again?? Have you forgotten the fact that you went to the hospital to check for physical weakness before?!]

[Editor: You might be asleep, are you? Remember to knock me when you wake up tomorrow morning.]

[Editor: It's ten o'clock in the morning, where are you??]

Looking at the series of information, Ringo was a little guilty.

Because of his physical condition, Ringo took a vacation for more than half a year and did not release new comics. Perhaps because of his results in his previous book, the editorial department finally agreed to his vacation.

Long-term illness and treatment will destroy people's energy. When Ringo finally got discharged from the hospital, he found that his brain, which was once full of inspiration and motivation, became empty. He picked up his pen again, and even his proud painting skills decreased.

Fans are still waiting for his new work, but does he still have the energy to create?

Maybe there are still some.

...

One month is enough for him to complete the sketches and basic storyboards of the first chapter of the comic. As the once signature author of "Painting Star", Ringo's foundation is still there, and it is not difficult to pick up the pen again.

The editor in charge of him is Luo Zhou. He is an elite young editor wearing glasses. He looks very strict, but in fact he is a very gentle person.

After learning that Ringo had new inspiration, Ringo also called him to tell him about his thoughts and got the other party's affirmation.

"By the way, Lingo." Luo Zhou said worriedly as if he had remembered something, "I still want to tell you. No matter what, you should focus on your body. It is a good thing to be inspired to draw comics, but don't destroy yourself. Do you know?"

"Well, I understand." Ringo smiled, "I can draw the basic storyboard and draft of Chapter 1 within this month. Please help me review it."

"Hey, I'm sorry, do you need me to call an assistant to help you? You haven't painted for a long time, will you be able to get rid of your hands?"

"No, I prefer to draw it myself. I'm already slowly rebuilding it."

"That's fine. I'll report it for you first, and I'll try to find a good time to recommend it for you!!"

"Okay, thank you for editing."

"Don't be too nervous. A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Your painting skills are so good that you won't be worse than those newcomers who are crooked. You don't know the few newcomers who came in with a relationship some time ago. The most basic human body has problems, so you can't scold me. I don't know what to say..."

Listening to the raucous sounds on the other end of the phone, Ringo gradually slowed down his breath, but his heart suddenly felt a little warmth.
To be continued...