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"What are you drawing?"

Ever since he yelled that way on the exam day, the monitor sitting next to him often stared at He Zhou.

He just stared and didn't say anything, which made him feel very nervous.

"Draw comics."

"Oh, what comics?"

"..."

He Zhou stared at the three words "Calabash Baby" on the cover of his painting and was silent for a while, then explained: "It's the story of seven babies born on a vine, and finally they turned into a mountain to suppress the monster and defeat the monster!"

"The main thing is one..."

Before the word unity could be uttered, the monitor over there sighed: "Yes, they have lost their freedom and their future. They have become a grave, and seven people have to share the same grave... How sad."

"Huh?"

He Zhou was completely at a loss. He was shocked by their brain circuits and had nothing to say. All his emotions were reduced to the word 'ah'.

Seven people sharing one grave?

Is this how you, the Depressed Riddler, interpret Calabash Baby?

Who taught you such a brain circuit?

Is this the brain circuit that a living person should have?

Where is your passion!

He thought about asking someone else.

He turned to look at the melancholy-looking Lu An next to him. Before he could speak, he spoke.

"I understand what you want to express, but in the end, seven people, a desolate and lonely tomb."

“THAT’S A MOUNTAIN!!!”

"Yes, the mountain that suppresses the human soul is also a prison."

"..."

Exhausted.

Seeing that He Zhou didn't speak for a long time, Lu An looked at him: "Isn't it?"

"..."

"Why don't you speak."

"I'm going to paint the grave!"

When He Zhou gave up the communication and was about to continue the liver comics, Jiang Dai lay on the table next to him, poking his head like a kitten, staring at Calabash Baby curiously.

"They have such a good relationship, they don't try to steal food!"

He Zhousheng was helpless: "Yes, not only do they not know how to snatch food, they also don't know how to snatch cat litter boxes."

Jiang Dai blinked, shook his head, and stared at the comics beside him.

Finally, when He Zhou picked up a pen and started preparing to draw, he saw comments falling from the sky.

[Pfft, seven people per grave?Are there any normal people in this comic?】

[It’s too hellish. If I came here and couldn’t stay for three days, I would go crazy.】

[Conservative, one day.】

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