After finishing 200 pages of paintings, there is only one cover left. With so many works juxtaposed, a striking cover is absolutely the top priority. This is not a problem for Du Ziyuan. He plans to have a meal before painting.


    He exchanged a family bucket directly in the system, held it in his arms and went out while eating. Anyway, I''m free. I might as well go out and see how others are.


    As soon as he went out, he saw Zhou different standing in the corridor.


    "What are you doing here?"


    "Mr. Shanfeng! You''re out!" when Zhou Di saw that it was Du Ziyuan, he was overjoyed. "Great! You didn''t come out yesterday. We can''t find you."


    "Eat chicken?" Du Ziyuan handed me a piece of fried chicken wings. "What are you looking for me?"


    Because the regulations can not interfere with other people''s creation, no one can knock on the door and shout him after he hung a "do not disturb" sign on the door. He can only wait until he comes out.


    "Thank you," Zhou Di subconsciously took the chicken wings and immediately responded, "ah! No! Not this. I want to ask you how you solved the problem?"


    "OK, what''s the matter? No inspiration?" Du Ziyuan asked casually.


    "It''s just a word ''death''. How can we get inspiration? I estimate that five out of 10 are bloody, the remaining four are dead and separated, and finally one is written nonsense." Zhou Bu complained powerlessly.


    "Almost, a word of death. What else do you want to write? Can Xiuxian survive the death robbery?" Du Ziyuan chatted with him while eating, and looked downstairs.


    The building is surrounded by soldiers of the seven front Kingdom on three floors inside and outside. It is said that there are also martial artists in the imperial sky, who can''t even fly in.


    Zhou Bu said: "so, how to write new ideas on the same type of subject matter has become the key. At the beginning of yesterday, several authors in our country gathered together to discuss and strive not to write similar stories, but when we came to you, you had locked yourself in the room."


    "Er, there''s more to discuss?" Du Ziyuan is obviously used to painting alone and has no concept of cooperation. "Whatever, I''ve finished painting anyway. If you encounter any difficulties, try to find me today and I''ll leave tomorrow."


    This round can be submitted in advance, but Du Ziyuan''s drawings will be stored and released together at that time. Du Ziyuan disliked that the room here was too small to roll around on the floor, so he couldn''t wait to leave.


    Zhou Di was surprised: "what! You''re leaving tomorrow? You''re so fast!"


    "Tut, can you speak!" Du Ziyuan glared at him. Did this guy say such ambiguous words on purpose?


    "Ah?" Zhou''s different brain circuits were obviously not as smooth as Du Ziyuan''s, and he didn''t know what he was wrong.


    Du Ziyuan banged his fingers, picked up a corn cob and chewed it: "that''s it. Come to me if you have something. I''ll go down and see my righteous younger brother and sister."


    Tang Junhao is on the first floor and Yanyun Songzi is on the fourth floor. He asked yesterday.


    Zhou Di is still shocked that Du Ziyuan finished his work in one day. After all, he knows how troublesome it is to draw comics. He did his best to draw at most 30 pages in seven days on the premise of ensuring the quality. Therefore, the result of his discussion with Wang Zhiqiu this time is mainly written novels. He is only responsible for painting and illustration.


    He could not imagine how much Du Ziyuan could draw a day and a night. This is a competition of 100 works. Whether the length is too short or too long, it will be very disadvantageous. Especially if the amount is small, how to tell a good story will also become a huge problem.


    [did Mr. Shanfeng use words instead of drawing cartoons this time?] for a moment, he even had such an idea.


    When he recovered, Du Ziyuan had disappeared. Zhou Di immediately went back to his room to find Wang Zhiqiu.


    ……


    Du Ziyuan went down to the fourth floor and came to Yanyun Songzi''s room. There was no do not disturb sign on door, so he knocked. Don''t worry about someone taking away the sign, because only deliberately disturbing others will violate the rules, and the penalty is also the person who takes the sign.


    The door soon opened, and Songzi came out in a robe. Looking at her bleary eyes, she seemed to be taking a nap.


    "Why did you come to me at this time? I couldn''t find you yesterday." she rubbed her eyes and complained.


    "I didn''t think so much. I started painting when I got the title," Du Ziyuan handed over a fried chicken leg. "Eat chicken?"


    "No," the pine nut shook his head. "You take advantage of me."


    "Young people, don''t be so dirty," Du Ziyuan had to put down the chicken legs and continue to eat the corn cob. "Is there anything I can help you? I''ll go back tomorrow."


    "Sleeping trough! Have you finished drawing!?" Songzi was surprised.


    "Yes, isn''t it very powerful?"


    "Well, I admit you''re faster," said pine nut.


    "You say so... Why does it feel strange?"


    "Young people, don''t be so dirty," said Matsushi. "Thank you for your concern, but I don''t even need help in the first round."


    "Well, I wish you every success," Du Ziyuan nodded. "Then I''ll go and see my dick."


    "Well, you go." with that, Songzi closed the door and looked at her yawning. It was estimated that she was going to go back to sleep for a while.


    [she stayed up all night last night.] Du Ziyuan thought so and came to the first floor again.


    Unfortunately, Tang Junhao seems to be buried in his creation, with a do not disturb sign on the door. Du Ziyuan had to go back to the fifth floor.


    As soon as he got to the fifth floor, he found that Wang Zhiqiu was waiting for him there.


    "Mr. Shanfeng, have you really finished painting?" Wang Zhiqiu rushed over as soon as he saw Du Ziyuan.


    "Well, yes," Du Ziyuan leaned back slightly, "do you want to eat chicken?"


    "No," Wang Zhiqiu shook his head. "I really want to know how you solved the problem and what you drew, but now it''s the competition period. I won''t ask these questions. This is only the first round. If I can''t pass by myself, what qualifications do I have to stand on this stage with you."


    "OK." since one or two are so ambitious, Du Ziyuan won''t insist. After a few more words with them, he went back to his room and continued to draw the cover.


    After painting the cover, he had a good sleep again. On the third day, the staff were called early in the morning to seal the draft and leave the scene.


    This is the 13th seven front Festival, so many places have been improved, and there will be no secretly destroying or changing the painting. The staff swept the painting into Lingguang jade in front of Du Ziyuan, and then uploaded it to the official website. There was no room for manipulation on the way.