Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

He was really tired. He spent six days in the game. Although the time in the game was not completely real, the physical and mental energy he consumed were real.

After this battle, Zhao Xuan was really tired. It had nothing to do with his body, but his brain. His brain had been working for too long, and he had to lie down and rest for a while.

When he wakes up, it's the next day. No matter how much Zhao Xuan kills everyone in the game, he is now an office worker in real life, and he must go to work when the time comes.

After the last animation design was released, the characters designed by Zhao Xuan were well received. In response to this reaction, the company gave him a salary increase, which was added to the original basic salary.

This share is based on how many people have watched the anime. For this project, Zhao Xuan received a reward of [-], and the company's upper management also intended to increase Zhao Xuan's salary just to keep him.

After all, the company's business was not very good to begin with, and many well-known animation designers were poached. Now that Zhao Xuan has finally become famous, of course they must seize the talent.

Zhao Xuan talked carefully with the people above and found that the projects they took on were all average, either adapted from novels that were not famous at all, or the plots were vulgar.

No matter how good the characters he designs for these projects, netizens will only praise them. The animation characters are well designed, but they will not become a real hit.

If you want to be popular, the design of the anime characters, the outline of the plot, and the main line must all be designed in place to attract people with the motivation to watch the entire anime.

If Zhao Xuan just wants to live a stable life, there is nothing wrong with taking his time. Unfortunately, he is short of money now and must make money quickly to pay off his debts.

Therefore, time is the most precious and he cannot afford to be delayed.

After Zhao Xuan received the bonus, he submitted his resume online. The resume had been polished and was much better than the original owner had submitted before. His knowledge and personal thoughts in the industry could be seen from the content alone.

In order to increase his bargaining chips, he also took out photos of his own design in the animation and manuscripts he drew.

Zhao Xuan quickly selected an animation production company, which was one of the top companies in the industry and had produced several well-known large-scale productions.

Mainly based on 2D animation, 3D comics seem to be no different from real people, but the faces of each character look similar, and the experience is not very good.

In today's comic market, 2D comics are still relatively popular with the public. 2D comics have more room for Zhao Xuan to use painting to draw the character image that he is most satisfied with.

The company's basic salary for Zhao Xuan starts at [-] yuan, and he will get a share after designing good characters. This is based on the fact that he has just designed several relatively successful characters.

Zhao Xuan knows that the aroma of wine is also afraid of the depth of the alley. He is not well-known in this industry now. Even if the animation characters are well designed, it is only one film after all.

It is impossible for them to offer Zhao Xuan a very high salary right from the start. This basic salary is the highest salary that Zhao Xuan can obtain for the time being.

He plans to take root in this company first, and if he finds a suitable outsider, part-time job, etc., it will not be too difficult to repay the 10,000+.

After changing jobs, Zhao Xuan finally had time to discuss games.

That night, he deliberately went home early, bought vegetables, cooked, and called Wen Ci over for dinner.

There wasn't much food for two people to eat, so Zhao Xuan fried four things, spicy crayfish, mapo tofu, stir-fried cabbage, and corn stewed pork ribs soup.

This busy work lasted for an hour and a half, and we didn't start eating until after eight o'clock.

"Is your mother feeling better?" Zhao Xuan served Wen Ci soup, placed it in front of him, and filled a bowl himself.

Zhao Xuan sat opposite Wen Ci. His room was too small and he couldn't even buy a big table.

There are only two stools at home, one for each person, which is just right.

Wen Ci slowly picked up the bowl and chopsticks, "Okay."

Zhao Xuan chatted seemingly casually, "I forgot to ask you before, did you enter the game because of your mother?"

"Ah."

"What's wrong with Auntie?"

"Uraemia." Wen Ci didn't have much emotion when talking about his mother, probably because the illness was already cured.

"Oh, this disease is more expensive." After Zhao Xuan finished speaking, he thought it was funny, "I'm wrong, there is no disease in this world that is free of cost."

"Did you pray before entering this game?" Zhao Xuan asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"No." Wen Ci always tells the truth to Zhao Xuan, and he will not hide it.

"I entered the game without praying..." Zhao Xuan had some doubts about Wen Ci before. It was not until the last game was almost over that he realized that he had the answer.

"Yes." Wen Ci would not hide anything from Zhao Xuan. As long as he wanted to ask, Zhao Xuan could always get the answer.

"Wen Ci, have you ever thought that maybe you and that game are special? In the game, you can catch ghosts with one hand, and the ghosts seem to be unconsciously ignoring you."

While Zhao Xuan was observing the battle between the nanny and Gumantong, two fierce ghosts, he was also observing... Wen Ci beside him.

This attitude meant that he might not be suspicious and wary at first because he cared about Wen Ci, but he always wanted to find the answer to this question.

"Wen Ci, there is something I have always wanted to ask you, but I just missed the answer. Now I seem to have found it." Zhao Xuan's voice was low.

"I know." After Wen Ci drank the last sip of the soup, he put down the bowl, raised his eyes and said to Zhao Xuan, "I ate Ganoderma lucidum on the last mission, and it felt like I had broken a seal."

Zhao Xuan did not interrupt Wen Ci and let him continue.

"I have never been so clear-headed to hear so many voices, and so clear-eyed to know why I have been so special for so many years."

It was so special that when he was eight years old, he was kicked a few times and heard the screams of countless ghosts at the same time. His ears were filled with blood and he could no longer hear any sounds.

Later, when he was nine years old, he was tricked by a ghost and deliberately pushed downstairs. Then his left arm could no longer move. It suffered a comminuted fracture. It was difficult to revive the whole hand, and all the bones were broken.

It's not that Wen Ci doesn't complain, but he just doesn't understand why he has ended up in this situation. He was not expected or liked by his father since he was born, and he was bullied after he was born because his parents divorced.

He was bullied by people during the day and bullied by ghosts at night. Sometimes he couldn't sleep all night long, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. He often thought, wouldn't it be a good thing if he could no longer hear with his back ears?

When he was ten years old, he changed schools with his mother. The new school did not have as many ghosts as the old school, but his life remained the same.

He still has no friends, because he is disabled, and even if he can't hear their jeers, he can still see the jest in their eyes.

His life is always dark, full of setbacks and ups and downs.