Full-time cartoonist

"What can we do in this day and age?"

"Our seniors are scrambled by big companies as soon as they graduate. They can live in hot spring hotels, eat seafood and steaks, and earn high wages."

"Go out and grab a taxi, go to the ski resort, go golfing, go to Ginza, go to Kabukicho... set up a champagne tower, put your arms around the waiter, watch singing and dancing, and enjoy a splendid life."

"What about us? We are obviously an economic powerhouse, claiming that Tokyo can buy the United States. How come we are here and suddenly there is an evil economic bubble?"

"The country is crumbling and there are unemployed people everywhere. Countless people have committed suicide by jumping from buildings, and the parks are full of homeless people."

"Some of them are company executives, and some are college elites. Even if they get into a good university, what can they do?"

"The country has lost hope."

"I have lost hope too..."

Higashino Hibiki had a splitting headache. He drank a lot last night for business, and the pain of a hangover hit him again.

But there was no other way. He didn't concentrate on his studies in high school, so after graduating from college, he could only make money by overdrafting his body.

He supported his head with his hands and did not dare to move.

"I feel like I'm dying, my mind is racing."

The crazy voices roared in the brain, which were the words of a Japanese who had lost confidence.

"Why is my revolving door the memory of others!"

He opened his eyes angrily.

"Ah, the strange ceiling..."

…

In the bathroom, Hibiki bent over and looked at the mirror, "vomit!" and vomited in the sink.

The pungent and sour smell hit him, and Higashi Hibiki quickly turned on the faucet to wash away the vomit.

The headache has subsided.

only……

"Why a mohawk!"

The person in the mirror wearing a white vest actually looks pretty good except for his hairstyle.

The bridge of his nose is high, his eyebrows are straight and his eyes are starry, with a sense of solidity and sharpness.

However, a strip of golden hair stood up in the center of his head, extending from the top of his forehead to the back of his head, making him look particularly silly.

"so terrible!"

Covering his head, Higashikata had another headache.

After a while, Higashino Hibiki, who was sitting on the toilet, gradually understood everything.

This person, like his name, is also Hibiki Higashikata. I have been mature and sensible since I was a child.

Follow your instinct, go to cram schools, get into good schools, get to know more people, and be popular with everyone.

In this way, while others are playing, he is mostly studying.

Emperor Tian's hard work paid off, and Higashino Hibiki was finally admitted to the fine arts department of Yanyan High School.

This is a class with an extremely low admission rate, and only a few elites can attend. There are only more than 20 members in the entire grade.

It can be said that as long as you don't go astray, you will be the future social elite. If you go further, you may easily earn 2 million by simply designing a logo for other companies.

It seems that all the efforts are about to be rewarded, but in the past few years, things have turned around. The country in full swing is like a brilliant bubble, which quickly dissipates and collapses after being illuminated by the sun.

By 1993, people who were obsessed with life and money were still making up for their previous overdrafts. Everything was not over yet, and sustainability had hit rock bottom.

In one year, two years, and three years, society turned into a pool of muddy water. The world where vitality and all things competed was gone forever.

Seeing that there was no hope, "Hibiki Higashino", who had always encouraged himself with a bright future, finally went astray.

With his strong body and excellent appearance, he began to hang out with some bosozokus.

"Land and houses have become worthless, companies have collapsed, banks have closed, and laid-off corporate employees can be seen everywhere. The society has entered the Great Depression, and finding a job has become extremely difficult. And the trend is still intensifying. Over the years, It’s worthless to work hard, and you’ll only be a bastard after you leave school anyway, so what about studying? It’s a waste of time!”

Someone else's child, Hibiki Higashino, quickly degenerated and became a street gangster.

…

Higashino Hibiki, who understood the situation, secretly felt sorry for the young man.

In fact, this is not the case. Even during the bursting of the economic bubble, graduates from high-end universities such as Tokyo University and Keio can still live a happy life.

The young boy "Hibiki Higashino" is like a spring. When the motivation in his heart disappears, he immediately explodes with a huge rebound.

He became accustomed to depravity and vented his repression and sacrifice for more than ten years.

So it became like this.

"It is now August 1993. In July, "Higashino Hibiki" saw that the economic bubble burst and still did not subside. He became more and more desperate and became a bosozoku Mohawk. "

So, Higashikata took off his clothes, looked at his fair and clean body, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Fortunately I didn't have time to get a tattoo."

"Hibiki, what's wrong? Are you fascinated by what you're looking at?"

A gentle and smiling voice came from behind.

Dongye Xiang was startled and turned around immediately.

There are a few white hairs in the hair, there are wrinkles on the face, and you can vaguely see the handsome face when you were young. This is "Higashi Hibiki"'s mother, Higashino Shio.

She held the dirty clothes basket and looked at Hibiki Hibiki with a smile.

Dong Yexiang said in a panic: "That's not the case!"

Perhaps due to the influence of the original owner's memory, he felt affinity and admiration for Dong Yexi in front of him.

"It's okay, I understand," she covered her mouth and snickered, waved her hands and backed away, "It's always like this at this age."

"I……"

After she left, Higashikata closed and locked the door before calming down.

He looked in the mirror with a smile on his face, but his hair was still an eyesore.

After rummaging around in the bathroom, there was an electric clipper in the storage cabinet under the sink.

This belonged to his father, Higashino Ichiro, who had gray hair when he reached middle age.

I couldn't bear to go to the barber shop, so I simply shaved my head.

Higashikata rejoiced, "That's great."

I never thought that he would be happy to shave his head.

With the operation of the electric clipper, the three thousand trouble threads fell, and Hibiki Higashiya understood the rest of his life.

Looking at the shining bald head in the mirror, I made up my mind, "Since I have been given another chance, I must study hard this time, get into a good university, and reach the top of my life!"

A good university is so important in life.

Since you are an art student, then set a small goal. Just choose one of the three universities, Tokyo University of the Arts, Tama Art University, and Musashino Art University.

…

"I feel like that child is different, dear."

Sitting on the tatami in the living room, Dong Yexi said with a gentle smile.

Her son suddenly changed and became a free-spirited gangster, which made her sad for a long time.

Although the mature child made her feel quite distressed. But sure enough, compared to the delinquent who rode a will-o'-the-wisp, waved flower hands, wore cropped trousers, and had a tattoo of a sky eye, the former good boy Hibiki Higashino was much better.

Higashino Ichiro's voice was low, mixed with anger, "Don't mention him to me!"

Long-term training and countless efforts have only produced a weak person!

Ichiro Higashino is less than 1.7 meters tall, but he has a strong body, and his large muscles stretch his short sleeves tightly. His sharp eyes have a fierce aura, "Success or failure in the moment is nothing, but as for him, Because of frustration, I became a clown!"

Thinking of a month ago, his hands shook with anger, and the handmade bouquets he made were scattered all over the floor.

Dong Yexi stroked his rough hands and comforted him: "He is still a child, give him some patience."

"Child... When I was his age, I had been hoeing in the countryside for several years! You dote on him too much."

Dongye stood at the door and listened quietly.

There was no emotion of sadness and loss. He wanted to know more about the situation and how these two familiar yet unfamiliar people viewed their children.

The more Ichiro talked, the angrier he became. He was furious, "I drive a taxi every night, and I mix black and white, just hoping that he can get ahead! But now... I really don't have the blood of the Tono family!"

Dong Yexi patted his palm and said, "Keep your voice down, don't let the children hear it."

She then sighed, "Hibiki has always worked hard, and is different from other children. Since he was in elementary school, he has been like an adult. He knows what he should do, work hard, make progress, and make more friends. So. Now, it's just a return to the child's nature. Give him some patience, and the child will change."

Higashino Ichiro was silent for a while, then nodded, "Huh, if this is the case, it would be a good thing."

They calmed down, and there was only the sound of "rustling" making plastic flowers in the living room.

Dong Yexiang walked in, Dong Yexi looked up and saw him, his eyes widened, he looked straight at Dong Yexiang's bald head, and his mouth opened wide in surprise.