I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 3: Confess your love immediately?

At ten o'clock that night, Tokyo Tianxing Publishing House, editorial department.

"Teacher Yichuan, I'm going back first."

Editor Yamazaki, who was sitting opposite, closed his computer, said hello, and left the empty editorial office. Except for the 32-year-old single female editor-in-chief Shizuru Ikawa, who was still reading the manuscript, there was no one in the company.

Wearing a solemn dark black lady's suit and skirt, her long and neatly styled hair, and a hibiscus-shaped brooch on her collar, she has a unique cold and glamorous temperament that is not easy to approach. She is someone who works all day long.

, a strong woman who has failed many times in blind dates.

"These pictures are not good, but the themes and ideas are good. Let's send them back and revise them."

After reviewing a comic submission, Tianxing Publishing House is controlled by Shogakukan, so in addition to its main business of publishing novels, it also needs to receive some comic business. She is mainly responsible for the final review of novels and comics.

The red pen tip swirled in her hand, and she picked up the last submission of the day from the table. She looked at the cover. Next to the neat and beautiful Chinese character description, there was the name of the recommender in Chinese characters - Tianhai Takuma/

Minotaur warrior (pseudonym).

Is it him? The one who often delays updates? Will he still support the younger generation?

She thought of this Riban artist, who was the agent of Tianxing Publishing House and published several single volumes. The sales volume was very good, but the output was also at the bottom among the cartoonists with pigeon attributes.

In her impression, this Amami Takuma was accompanied by an unforgettable beautiful boy. The signature of this submission was exactly that boy's name. I hope it wasn't Riban, otherwise this kind of inheritance would be really unfortunate for the family.

Turning to the first page, the artist skillfully drew the city under the distant mountains, row upon row and orderly. The human body of the protagonist Denji was drawn very professionally. The setting of the mascot Pochita made her eyes light up.

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Denji, a young boy, took out a loan shark on behalf of his dead father and worked as a folk demon hunter for the underworld. He was then betrayed to a zombie demon. After being cut into pieces with Pochita, he fused into Chainsaw Man and killed the zombie demon with his hands.

The image of a chainsaw with its head spinning is also visually impactful.

The mysterious woman Makima appears at the end. She has a unique character and enough suspense. This is an excellent submission.

I have never seen this style of painting before, and it is probably not the work of Takumo Tianhai with a pen. His painting skills are very unstable. The first few pages are average, but the next few pages can be as delicate as works of art. He is the best in the industry.

Shizuru Ikawa picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was already cold. She put the submission into her briefcase. The mailing address was Hachioji City in the Tokyo metropolitan area. She could come and talk to the author this weekend.

Pressing the light switch in the editorial office, a series of receding footsteps of high-heeled shoes sounded in the dark corridor.

Fujii put on blue and white loose sportswear, giving him the illusion of wearing a high school uniform in his previous life. The Western school uniforms of the island country are more beautiful, but the comfort level is definitely not as good as the latter.

Today is Friday, the last class in the afternoon is physical education.

It had only been eight or nine days since he transferred to another school, and he had memorized the names of everyone in the class, especially the girls. The behavior of quite a few of them was almost reaching the level of harassment.

He picked up a football and started bouncing it on the edge of the football field on the east side of the school. There was a class of students in the third year of high school who were also taking physical education class. The PE teacher with a crew cut and short sleeves simply asked them to warm up and then disappeared.

The boys from the two classes took their places on the standard green field. Someone invited him, but he declined. He planned to train secretly to become stronger, and then be amazing...

"Whoosh!"

The kicked football went straight towards Fujii, who was practicing alone on the sidelines. Tatsuya Suhara's lips were raised proudly. This was the ball he served. He was a long-range shot with all his strength. Unexpectedly, he could actually hit the target.

Embarrass me! Pretty face.

In Suhara's mind, he imagined Fujii Tree being hit and screaming in agony. The girls watching Fujii Tree practicing on the sidelines screamed in panic in advance.

Facing the incoming football, Fujii stretched out his left leg without raising his head. This powerful and heavy blow caused his body posture to tilt slightly. Then he exerted force on his waist and abdomen, regained his balance, and pointed the football into the air.

, put on his other right leg, and kicked the soccer ball towards the giggling Suyuan not far away.

"ah!"

Qi Yuan's belly came into close contact with the kicked football, causing the 1.83-meter-tall strong young man to arch his body and the color of pig liver appeared on his face.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Qiuyuan lay down on the spot and rolled his body back and forth. He was actually not seriously injured, but he just acted a little exaggerated so that the girls in his class could see clearly the true face of the pretty devil.

"Awesome! Fujii-kun."

"So handsome! Better than the players on TV."

"Don't squeeze me, go to the back, you ugly bitch."

"Are you a senior in high school? This is Fujii-kun from our second and third class, a sneaky wild cat."

More than a dozen girls in sportswear gathered around, but no one glanced at Qi Yuan on the ground. He was as unnoticed as the luxuriant grass on the ground.

After the football bounced for more than ten times and landed, Fujii looked helplessly at the girls coming in like a tide. In his previous life, he was ordinary and did not have such sweet troubles.

As expected, I still have to stop adding points to my charm.

He had no choice but to stop playing the ball, stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Qi Yuan on the ground glanced at him, snorted arrogantly, climbed up unappreciatively, and stayed away from him.

After a boring physical education class, Fujii Shu came to the school parking shed as usual. In front of his bicycle, there was already waiting for a girl in his class. She was Asami Mao, who was very popular in the class. She was well-proportioned and less than one meter tall.

He is six in height, has a slightly round face, and has a pretty neck-length hair cut, revealing the soft back of the neck that islanders like. Under the orange-red light of the setting sun, the fine hair is clearly visible.

"Um, Fujii-kun, I...I like you, can we date you?"

Asami Mao rubbed the corners of her school uniform top, swaying like a young girl. Her body fragrance could be smelled nearby, mixed with the smell of shower products. Fujii Shu noticed that not far away, hiding from her usual two

A female companion watched this scene nervously.

"I'm sorry. I want to focus on my studies. I plan to get into a prestigious school like Dongda University. I have to go all out."

Fujii Shu thought for a while and gave a reasonable excuse for rejection. Asami Mao's expression suddenly dimmed and she asked with some choking.

"Can't we study and improve together? My English is very good and we can complement each other."

"Sorry, I'm not the kind of person who can do two things at once. Asami-san, please get out of the way."

Fujii directly pushed out his bicycle and walked away, leaving Asami Mao where he was.

"It's too much. Even though Mao-chan is so cute, she broke off the relationship with her ex-boyfriend. He must be too heartless."

Asami Mao's two female companions came out to avenge her injustice.

"It doesn't matter. Won't it prove my charm to defeat boys with high difficulty?"

Mao Asami, who looked innocent just now, changed her face, stared coldly at her prey, and disappeared around the corner of the parking shed.

(End of chapter)