The dream is to be an Anjuan of a cartoonist, and this year I got my wish to apply for the studio of the cartoonist teacher I admire most. But no one expected that the teacher was actually a black fan who had just forged a beam with him two days ago? In front of the dream, Yuanjia has a narrow road. What kind of sparks will the lively and honest assistant and the cold cartoonist meet?
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