Comic cheating, dream-eating life

At 11pm, I watched the two assistants leave.

The working atmosphere today was strange.

After confessing my dream, it was silent. There was only the sound of the pen tip.

I didn't say much after get off work, just nodded and said goodbye.

"In fact, I have been changed."

He looked at the draft and stroked the crystallization of his efforts: "After a few months of drawing, I can also feel the charm of comics."

He suddenly felt an impulse in his heart.

I want to read "Dragon Ball"!

So the next day...

"Yoshida-san, you will support me in drawing comics, right?"

Minami Shiki was reluctant to buy comics. A single volume costs more than 400 yen. "Dragon Ball" Volume 1 has 42 volumes. He can't afford it. He can only ask Yoshida Koji for money.

"Of course."

The voice on the phone answered.

"Then please lend me Dragon Ball. I want to learn from it."

"Well, I neglected it." Facing the shameless Minami Shiki, Yoshida Koji actually said: "I thought you were an ordinary cartoonist. Among the cartoonists serialized in JUMK, you may be the only one who has not read Dragon Ball."

"That is a very excellent work, worth learning."

"How about this, I will bring the first volume of Dragon Ball this afternoon."

This attitude made Minami Shiki embarrassed.

"Don't worry."

"It's not about whether it's urgent or not, but it's imminent. Your storyboard skills are already very good, not inferior to ordinary cartoonists. But compared with the plot of Ultraman Tiga, it's still far behind."

"You haven't really brought out the potential of this work."

"Teacher Akira Toriyama is a real storyboard master, you can say that he is the ceiling of storyboards, and you are the best reference. Well, sorry, it's my fault for not thinking of this for so long."

Minami Shiki began to feel ashamed, and could only secretly make up his mind to learn the storyboards of Master Akira Toriyama.

…

In the morning, I went to the supermarket to pick up the car. I walked all the way to the corridor outside the shoe-changing room, and saw Tsukamoto Tenman firing a Lampart light bullet at him.

She raised her hands up, and then used her right hand to fire a light bullet from her left waist.

“Biu!”

Nan Shiki looked at him in surprise, then pretended to be shot, raised her hands high, stiffened her body, and fell backwards.

“Boom!”

“Hahaha,” her two pigtails swung quickly, and she was proud: “The monster was defeated by me!”

Then she was embarrassed: “Thank you, Nan, for playing with me.”

Nan Shiki stood up and patted the dust, nonchalantly: “It’s okay, I also like "Ultraman Tiga".

He gave a thumbs up: “Superb!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Tsukamoto Tenman nodded.

“Tiga is very powerful, and the process of fighting the monster is so cool!”

Nan Shiki agreed: “You have a good vision, but I think the Victory Team is also very powerful.”

“How can a team that only uses flares be powerful? "The determination to fight monsters." Nan Shiki said, "Even without weapons, you can stand in front of monsters without fear of life and death." "That's a good point, Nan." They were chatting enthusiastically, but the person hiding in the corner behind Nan Shiki was furious! Harima Kener punched the wall, leaving a dent: "Damn, if I had arrived earlier, I would have been the one chatting with Tenma." "What does that pretty boy know about "Ultraman Tiga"!" He remembered that after watching "Ultraman Tiga" yesterday, he rode his bike all the way home and copied several drawings of Golzan and Melba. It took a lot of effort. "I know Tiga better than him!" He reached into his chest to take out the drawings, but touched an envelope with a heart-shaped seal on it. "Forget it, let's put the confession letter in the shoe cabinet first. ”

Entering the shoe-changing room first, Ken Harima changed his shoes, opened his shoe cabinet, and saw a letter.

“What is this?”

He was curious, but time was tight. He didn’t care and put it in his trouser pocket. Then he put the love letter in Tsukamoto Tenma’s shoe cabinet.

“Tenma… I will definitely succeed!”

…

At noon, Nan Shiki was ready to go out for lunch.

The spring breeze was cool and the flowers were blooming. It was a different experience to eat outside.

But Sawachika Airi came over shyly, stopped him, and handed Nan Shiki a handbag.

“Here, this is Haruka’s clothes. I’ve washed them.”

“Well, your clothes are still in my house. It’s not convenient for me to bring them to you. I wonder when you are free to pick them up.”

Sawachika Airi originally wanted to give up the clothes. Unexpectedly, the words on her lips turned into: “Well, I know. "

He chatted with Minami Shiki for a few more words until Tsukamoto Tenman, Suoh Mikoto and Takano Akira asked her to go to dinner together, and then he left, looking back every few steps.

"Tsk, pretty boy, flirting with girls again." Harima Ken'er shook his head, but he would not care about such trivial matters, just muttered a few words in his heart.

Now he is looking forward to asking Tsukamoto Tenman to confess in the corner of the school after school.

At 3:40 in the afternoon, Yagami High School was over.

Club members still need to participate in club activities, and Minami Shiki, who returned home, can already ride her beloved bicycle home.

The car driver looked at her like a ghost, and the 11-kilometer journey was 11 kilometers away. Twenty minutes later, at exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, Minami Shiki had returned home.

He went straight to the studio. Haruka would notify him when dinner was ready.

The two assistants had been working for a long time, and there were ink stains between their fingers.

"Teacher Chun Xiaqiu," Niino Akane saw him come in and stood up quickly.

Minami Shiki was about to say you're welcome.

Niino Akane said, "I thought about it for a long time after I got home last night. Compared to you, I'm just an ordinary person."

"I don't have extraordinary talent, nor do I have more than ten years of experience like Shiratori-san."

"Can I serialize? If I can serialize, why would it be me?"

Although it was a depressing statement, she held her head high: "Later, I finally understood. If it's easy to serialize, what's my childhood passion? What's my dream?"

"So, all I can do is keep working hard to draw. As long as I keep drawing, the road will continue to extend, and hope will not be cut off!"

"Well..."

Minami Shiki was speechless. He was able to serialize because of plagiarism. Under such a strong emotional impact, it seemed that his words were pale.

"Pa pa pa!" Shiratori Jiyi clapped his hands, and he stood up with his eyes sparkling: "Ms. Niino, I once told you in private that you wouldn't be able to draw comics for long. Now I apologize to you."

Shiratori Jiyi seemed to see his former self, who had a stubborn pursuit of comics. Ten years of hard work, and if you don't succeed, you will die.

Looking at these two assistants who have infinite love for comics, Nan Shiki was confused. He just wanted to make money with comics...