After An Zimo went back to his room to rest, An Xiang continued to draw comics.

A daily comic like this does not require an outline, and the characters are modeled after her and her son, so there is no chance that it will collapse later. There are nine frames in each comic, and since An Xiang is not very good at backgrounds, he focuses on describing the characters.

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The tiger son in the comics was still a small ball when he first appeared. The mother cat mistook him for a kitten and took him home.

Anxiang did not directly make his son his biological son, but used the contrast between ferocious beasts and cute beasts to create laughter and plot conflicts. The family affection between different races is also more touching.

It was already early in the morning when I finished a picture, and An wanted to send it.

[Think about catfish: #raise a beast#: New work, not sure about the update time.]

An Xiang originally wanted to use the original title "Mother Cat's Tiger Son", but the name seemed to sound too serious, so after much thought, she changed it to a more suitable one.

There were no splashes within ten minutes after the new work was released. An Xiang had already expected it, so she lay back on the bed with her mobile phone and watched videos. She gradually became sleepy, and habitually checked Weibo before going to bed, and found that there was an extra line on top of her head.

Comment and a like.

[Who says I am not human: Not bad qwq.]

This was the first comment on the comic. An Xiang was immediately excited and clicked on the account's homepage to scan around. This was a new account, and there were only her and four or five news accounts in the follow column.

[Think about Catfish Catfish’s reply: Thank you, but I have to go to bed early qwq]

[Who says I am not human: Oh qwq]

Hey, this girl likes to use the same expression as her, so cute.

When An Xiang was contented and ready to go to bed, a few more comments came over.

[Genius in Kindergarten: Very good qwq.]

[When can you stay up late: Come on qwq.]

[User 25924: Continue to watch qwq.]

"..."

An Xiang fell silent in front of a QWQ. She seriously doubted that Weibo had bought comments for her, but there was no need for her to be a little-known author. It couldn't be Mo Mo, right?

An Xiang lifted up the quilt and went to An Zimo's room. The room was dark and so quiet that she could only hear the child's even and steady breathing.

She frowned and returned to the bedroom in confusion.

As soon as An wanted to leave, An Zimo, who was lying on his side, secretly took the tablet out of his body and quietly placed it on the coffin shelf.

***

After a night passed, the first thing An wanted to do when she woke up was to take out her phone and log in to Weibo. The comic had more than 30 comments and more than a hundred likes. Naturally, the data was not as good as that of the big brother, but it was enough to make her happy.

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She was in a good mood because today was a day off and she didn't have to spend as busy a morning as before.

"Momo, are you up?"

"Momo, wake up!!"

She shouted through the door for a long time before An Zimo ran out listlessly.

An Xiang could see that her son was very sleepy, his hair was fluffy, and the dark circles under his eyes were obvious.

"Did you not sleep well?"

"It's okay." An Zimo rubbed his eyes and dragged his short legs to the bathroom to wash his face.

"I'm going to the store later. Will Momo come with me, or stay at home with Nono and the others?"

An Zimo glanced at her feet, "Can you go?"

"No problem, you can go now." In order to convince her son that she could work, An Xiang deliberately stamped her injured foot, "Look, it's okay."

"Oh." He didn't ask any more questions, remaining as cold as ever.

After a while, An Zimo raised his head and looked at her: "Does anyone read your comics?"

An Xiang was very proud when talking about this. He held his chest out proudly and his face was full of pride: "Some people commented on me in the middle of the night last night. Today there have been more than 30 comments. Your mother and I are very good."

An Zimo curled his lips in disdain and sat down in front of the meal to nibble on the bun.

"But there is nothing substantive. Rather than cheering people up, I would like to see some suggestions and helpful comments."

This is the first time An Xiang has created a completely independent comic work. Different from the original list of avatars, she hopes that others will give more opinions or suggestions, so that she can make progress.

An Zimo frowned as he listened, "Isn't it bad to praise you?"

"Praise is good, but praise alone cannot make people progress. Appropriate criticism is needed to make people go further and become better."

An Zimo doesn't understand.

People in this world always only like to hear good things, and I have never heard of anyone wanting to be criticized.

His pretty little brows wrinkled and wrinkled again and again. Finally, when An wanted to wash up and put on makeup, he took out his tablet and went to Taobao to buy some Weibo accounts. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. Fortunately, he secretly asked Pei Chen to

Bind Alipay to him.

With the account ready, An Zimo started to be in trouble again.

He... doesn't criticize people, and he has never had any experience giving people opinions.

He is good at swearing, which he learned from his mother in his previous life, but it is too vulgar to criticize others.

After thinking about it, An Zimo asked Pei Chen for help.

[An Zimo: Pei Chen, do you know how to criticize people?]

[Pei Chen: Let’s not talk about it for now. Did you make my sister cry yesterday? She is your junior after all. As a grandfather, do you think you are a human being when you bully a child?]

[An Zimo: I am a child too.]

[Pei Chen:...fuck, what do you want to say to criticize people?]

An Zimo thought for a few seconds and replied: [It is to express opinions and express dissatisfaction in a tactful way.]

[Pei Chen: Yin and Yang are weird, right?]

Yin and yang strange spirit???

Well, you can say that.

After a while, Pei Chen sent him a long quotation from Gangjing.

An Zimo blinked, [What does Gang Jing mean?]

[Pei Chen: It’s what you call putting forward opinions and expressing dissatisfaction in a more tactful way.]

Oh I got it.

An Zimo read it carefully. There were no curse words, but he didn't understand why these words were criticism. However, if Pei Chen said it was true, it must be true. He copied a few of them, cut them into different accounts, and posted them under the comments.

[I am a gongjing: No, right? Does anyone really see this kind of thing?]

[Jincheng’s trumpet: That’s it? The painting style is childish, the plot is outrageous, and there is no deep meaning. How can anyone watch it??]

[Jincheng Meimeizi: Am I the only one who thinks there is a problem with the development of the plot? Judging from the character design, the tiger should be the Siberian tiger. The Siberian tiger is a national first-level protected animal. It is illegal for this cat to pick up a tiger and refuse to hand it over.

, let alone raising this cat privately. According to national laws, this kind of illegal raising of wild animals will be punished by a fixed-term imprisonment of not less than five years but not more than ten years. I suggest the author be more logical.]

An Zimo took this opportunity to clear up all the doubts in his mind. He believed that An would revise these opinions appropriately and go further and become better.

He put down the tablet and jumped to the bedroom to see An Xiang's reaction.

"The screen of your phone lights up. There seems to be a comment."

"Don't worry about it, I'll take a look later." An Xiang applied various skin care products on her face layer by layer. She was still a girl, and it was her nature to love beauty. Even if she didn't wear much makeup, she couldn't be careless about her skin care.

An Zimo tugged his lips and said to her face: "If you apply this, you might as well get an injection of hyaluronic acid or botulinum toxin."

An Xiang's hands froze. Her face in the mirror was still young, and her skin felt full of collagen. Although she had given birth to a child, there were no small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, far from the point of needing hyaluronic acid injections.

An Xiang said excitedly: "I am not old!"

An Zimo looked calm: "I didn't say you were old, I just gave you suggestions." After a pause, "Didn't you say that suggestions will make you go further and become better?"

His eyes were innocent and innocent. An wanted to take a breath and suddenly didn't know how to speak.

She puffed up her cheeks, put on sunscreen, and then started to read the comments.

From the moment An wanted to pick up the phone, An Zimo's eyes lit up with a fluorescent light.

An Xiang silently flipped through the comments, only to realize that the bottom of her comic had become a battlefield between the bullies and the anti-bullies.

[Jincheng’s little sweetheart: Where is this living SB holding my goddess’s name? Is this crazy?]

[Little Moonlight: Isn’t it? Is there really a mentally retarded person who has real feelings for sand sculpture comics? Why don’t you just show that animals can talk?]

[What to eat tonight: I just started following this blogger. I didn’t expect that the newcomer would be bullied on the first day. It’s outrageous and heartbreaking...]

"..."

An Zimo bounced on his little feet, suppressed his excitement and asked, "How is it?"

How about it?

Ann wanted to be pissed off.

She looked back and forth at the comments many times, her anger rising. If it weren't for the fact that her children were in front of her, she would have smashed her phone.

An Xiang held her mouth in aggrieved tone, deleted and blocked the dragon without saying anything.

An Zimo, who noticed this action, frowned again, "Why did you delete it?"

"I do not like."

"Why don't you like it again?"

"Because this kind of person is very annoying." An Xiang sniffed and vowed to work hard, and when she becomes famous, she will be so angry with these bullies!!!

There were big question marks in An Zimo's little head.

He couldn't figure it out. She was the one who made the suggestion in the first place, but why she wasn't happy after seeing it? Besides, she wouldn't make others angry if she became famous, right?

The sentence in the book is indeed correct, women are really difficult to understand creatures.

However, An Zimo also understands that in the future, it is better not to really give advice to her mother. Advice will not make her better, nor will it make her go further. It will only make her as angry as a pufferfish.

Thinking about it, An Zimo puffed up his cheeks and imitated her.

The son's pouted mouth and bulging cheeks look cute and cute, and he finally looks a bit like a child.

An Xiang's originally depressed mood was relieved immediately, and she couldn't help but secretly record this scene with her mobile phone, preparing to use it as material for today's update.

It was ten o'clock when the two of them wandered around. An Xiang was just about to go to the store when he saw Pei Chen appear at the door of the house in a hurry, followed by Pei Nuo, who was crying.

"An Zimo, why did you make my sister cry?"

Pei Chen's tone was completely questioning.

He glanced at Pei Nuo, whose eyes were red and swollen and whose face was full of grievances, and snorted lightly: "I didn't go out today."

"You were out yesterday, right?"

An Zimo couldn't help but sneer, "Are you out of your mind? What happened yesterday belongs to today. How can there be any reason to settle yesterday's debt today? Besides, she scratched my face, why didn't you say anything about it."

Pei Chen stared at the obvious scars on An Zimo's face, and his eyelids twitched. He looked at his sister behind him, who looked as innocent as a little white flower, and said in an unbelievable tone: "Nono, are you still beating someone?"

Pei Nuo bit his finger and said tactfully, "Yes, it was Shitou who moved first, and it has nothing to do with Nono."

Pei Chen: "..."
Chapter completed!