My girlfriend is Kusunoko Saiki

Now, it's officially serialized! I became a serialized manga artist so easily? I became a JUMP serialized manga artist, which many comic practitioners dream of becoming? !

It wasn't until an hour later that Naoto finally came to his senses and was sure that he was not dreaming.

Well, now it is certain that my family crisis has been resolved.

Chapter 13: A strange reward

After learning that his comic had been confirmed to be serialized, Naoto began to feel relieved.

In Neon, JUMP cartoonists are considered a high-tech class.

Even without taking into account other factors, the price of each comic strip is about 16 yuan, which means that the weekly remuneration can reach yuan, which is nearly yuan in China. It is more than yuan a month. This is considered a high salary no matter where you are.

After getting such a job, Naoto's inner pressure temporarily disappeared. At least, as long as he could keep serializing, it would be enough to support himself and his sister. In the short term, he would not have to worry about money.

On this day, Naoto's class was having an art class.

Although it was an art class, most of the students in the class were drowsy.

After all, people who are not very interested in this kind of professional knowledge will not understand it. For example, in anime, the scene where the teacher just talks and the students listen attentively only appears in anime.

Moreover, even Naoto couldn't help feeling sleepy as he watched the art teacher constantly talking about the basics of sketching.

There was no way. Not to mention that he had been listening to this kind of thing for three years, Naoto himself was not very interested in sketching.

Although his hard skills are beyond reproach, when it comes to theoretical knowledge, Naoto is not much better than ordinary students.

In his own words, he is a true practical man.

Just then, a pleasant ringing sound suddenly woke Naoto up.

In this classroom where only the teacher's voice can be heard, the ringing of the cell phone sounds particularly harsh.

Hearing this familiar ringtone, Naoto woke up immediately, then took out the phone from his trouser pocket and hung up the call. Then he looked at the art teacher with an embarrassed expression.

After being interrupted, the art teacher was unhappy, but he didn't say much.

In fact, it’s the same as in China. In places like art classes, as long as you don’t go too far, the teacher won’t care.

After looking at Naoto, the art teacher continued to talk about those boring knowledge points to the students.

Just when Naoto was wondering who would call him at this time, suddenly, his cell phone rang again.

At this moment, Naoto felt like he had a myocardial infarction and almost fainted.

Without saying a word, he opened the back cover of the phone and removed the battery panel in a lightning speed.

His proficiency is astounding—he learned this after Naoto forgot to mute his phone while playing in class.

"Private Marseille! Private Marseille with red bean paste!"

Seeing that the art teacher was about to get mad, Naoto had no choice but to stand up and then showed his dedication to the art teacher. By the way, he also greeted the idiot who called him for his entire 18th generation of ancestors.

Just when the art teacher was about to ask Naoto to get out, suddenly, the door of the art teacher's room was suddenly opened.

At this time, Mr. Matsuzaki was leaning against the door in a hurry, and it felt like he had just run a 1,000-meter long-distance race. He was out of breath.

"Mr. Matsuzaki, what are you doing?"

When Mr. Matsuzaki barged in, even the art teacher was confused. What happened? What could make Mr. Matsuzaki so nervous?

"Naoto?! Oh no! Your work just won a prize! The school is calling!"

"A reward? What reward?"

After hearing what Mr. Matsuzaki said, Naoto's first reaction was bewilderment. After all, even if his comic won an award, it wouldn't be so fast. And it wouldn't make Mr. Matsuzaki so nervous.

Suddenly, Naoto seemed to react and stared at Teacher Matsuzaki.

"Mr. Matsuzaki, you are not talking about that... National High School Art Competition?!"

At this time, it was the art teacher who reacted. The news that someone from Mr. Matsuzaki's class had participated in this competition had spread throughout the office.

If there is anything that can win an award, it must be this.

At this moment, the whole class looked at Naoto with changed eyes.

No, we just want to find someone to sacrifice and then embarrass ourselves. Good fellow, it would be fine if you just took the reward, but you are trying to go to heaven!

At this time, Naoto also remembered the phone number that had called him before, and found that the number on it was indeed from the Art Association.

This is interesting. I was just a runner-up, but I got a reward for no reason. This is really funny.

"Naoto, hurry over there, it should still be in time."

"Is this okay?"

"It's okay, I'll drive you there! Hurry up and get ready, you'll be on stage to receive the award soon!"

"Then, Mr. Ueno, I'll be out?"

"Go ahead, go ahead. Remember to bring the award to school for me to see after you get it."

After hearing that Naoto won first place in the national high school art competition, the art teacher's face immediately changed, and his previous anger disappeared completely.

Just like that, Naoto was immediately taken to the venue of the Tokyo Art Association by Teacher Matsuzaki, and all the students in the classroom were in an uproar at this time.

"Oh my god! Yamashita is so awesome! He won the National High School Art Award! This is something that even people from professional art schools can't get."

"Not only that, I also saw that the comic book he drew, Blood Clan, has been qualified for serialization! Now he can be called a serialized cartoonist."

"Does that mean I have to call Naoto-sensei when I see him in the future? No way, how old is he this year?"

"Anyway, who would have thought that this guy would be so amazing? Not only is he good at comics, but he can even get a first prize for his oil paintings. I'm afraid he's cheating."

"Ah, Naoto is really going to take off now. I'm afraid he won't be able to choose any of the major art academies in Tokyo at random in the future."

"Not only that, they are all serial cartoonists. Can't they live a comfortable life without going to college? Serial cartoonists can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars every month."

"Yeah, if I could become a professional cartoonist, I would go home and draw comics now."

While the students in the classroom were having a heated discussion, Nan Zi had a bad feeling.

When Naoto was drawing before, he always refused to tell her what he was drawing.

Thinking back to what Naoto had said that night that he had thought of something to draw, Nanzi's heart suddenly tightened.

This guy, didn't he do anything stupid?

Chapter 14: Award Ceremony

Naoto and Mr. Matsuzaki were probably the last people to arrive at the venue. When they arrived, the entire venue was already full of people.

The suit that Naoto was wearing at the moment was not suitable for him. With a height of 1.78 meters, the suit seemed a little small for him.

But there is no way, because Naoto didn't prepare any clothes before, and this set of clothes belongs to Mr. Matsuzaki's son.

Even if it's not appropriate, you have to deal with it.

"There are so many people here. There are even reporters here."

After entering the venue, Naoto looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt a huge amount of pressure.

He now felt like he was dreaming that he could win the national first prize.

Although this is only the venue for the National High School Art Competition, it is still a national event that brings together paintings from hundreds of outstanding students from high schools across the country. Naturally, there are many media outlets broadcasting this grand event live.

Meanwhile, in the PK Academy where Naoto was studying, the school leaders in Naoto's class were watching the live broadcast of the game for the first time.

Naoto and Mr. Matsuzaki nervously walked to their seats and then sat down.

There are only a dozen minutes left until the award ceremony.

At this time, the people around were discussing the winner of this competition.

"Hey, who do you think will be the winner of this competition?"

"I'm not sure. This year's competition is full of experts. It is said that Mr. Uchiguchi's student, Ms. Matsusaka, also participated in this competition."

"Is that so? A good teacher produces good students, right? I've seen Ms. Matsusaka's paintings before, and they are indeed very good. It's already very impressive that she has such strength as a high school student."

"Yeah, I heard that Miss Matsusaka is going to one of the five major art departments. She's very different from people like us."

"But although Ms. Matsusaka has good talent, she still lacks a lot of experience. She can be considered the leader of the younger generation."

"And there are quite a few powerful people this time, such as Mr. Sakata's son, Mr. Xiangcun's grandson, Ms. Shiota's daughter and so on. It can be said that it is a fight between dragons and tigers."

At this time, listening to the discussion of the painters in front, Naoto and Mr. Matsuzaki had a different feeling.

From what these people said, Naoto felt that the people they were talking about were more powerful than each other.

It seems like he is some kind of teacher. Although Naoto has never heard of him, he has an inexplicable feeling that he is very powerful.

The children or apprentices of these people cannot be weak in any way.

Now Naoto was wondering if the Art Association had called the wrong number or if someone else was in charge this time?

At this time, the works of this competition were displayed before everyone one by one.

I have to say that each of the more than 20 works at this awards ceremony is very powerful.

At least in Naoto's opinion, there were at least three paintings that were very well done.

"As expected, the painting drawn by Ms. Matsusaka really shows the smile of a sanitation worker working hard in the morning."

"Well, the picture that Sakata-sensei's child drew of a farmer smiling while working is also amazing."

"Also, the smile of this police officer while serving the people is also quite wonderful."

Just as Zhiren had thought before, most people choose the subject matter of the smiles of those working people in life. In terms of conception, it is very grand.

Although Naoto felt that he was better than these people in drawing, it was possible that these people might surpass him in conception.

At this moment, the discussion came to an abrupt halt.

The work that appeared on the big screen at this time was Naoto's painting.

When this painting appeared in front of everyone, for some reason, their attention was suddenly attracted by the girl in the painting.

"PK Academy of "The Most Beautiful Smile", Yamashita Naoto?"

At this moment, in the corner of the venue, a middle-aged man in a suit, after seeing this painting, just sat there in a daze, not moving.

sweet.

This is the most intuitive feeling that this painting gives to the man named Kazuo Sayama.

Obviously this painting uses a lot of cold colors.

But it gives people a very warm feeling.

The delicate painting technique makes the girl in the picture appear so hazy and beautiful.

There is a hint of mystery behind that faint smile.

This feeling is just like looking at the Mona Lisa in the Louvre. But the girl is different from Mona Lisa.

You can clearly feel her smile and every emotion.

When the girl takes your hand and invites you to a world far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

It was as if the restlessness in my heart had completely disappeared.

Tranquil, warm, beautiful, moving, all the beautiful words you can imagine can be used to describe this painting.

Once upon a time, they were all teenagers, and there was such a beautiful girl who invited them to travel together.

But after the financial crisis, the entire Japanese society seemed to collapse. As I grew older, all the good things I had once seen disappeared like the clouds on the horizon.

The girl from that year may have already become a married woman, or may no longer be in this world.

But that beautiful memory will always remain in everyone's heart.

After seeing this painting, Mr. Sayama immediately recalled his first love, that sweet time. The sense of satisfaction and fulfillment born from the depths of his heart even made him feel like he was back to when he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Shanzi, are you okay now?"

Kazuo Sayama recalled everything he had done back then.

Kazuo Sayama was once a poor child from a small mountain village. The only source of income for his family was his father's piece of land.

However, although his life was not rich, Kazuo Sayama still could not forget the night in that village.

Summer nights are quiet, and the sky full of fireflies and flying birds seems particularly lively.