Cartoonists and their assistants

"why?"

At this moment, Mizuki Machi asked a question.

"For no reason other than liking it."

Eriri hesitated for a moment, then forced out a sentence.

It's actually quite simple. She felt that the two of them shared some common traits, like looking in a mirror, like being childhood sweethearts, or having a fondness for the past...

It even made her believe that this character was Zhenzhi, and that he was modeled after her.

"You don't actually think this character was based on you, do you?"

As if she had guessed her little thoughts, Mizuki Machi bluntly stated them.

"Isn't it...?"

"It's just a stereotypical tsundere character from anime."

"Then, what about Tsuruko? She's good at drawing, isn't she?"

"Everyone needs to have something they're good at, and it just so happens that it's needed in the plot, so I added it."

"Could it be that it's actually... Menma!? I see, so that's how Machi sees me."

The girl's eyes sparkled, and she cupped her cheeks in her hands, speaking shyly.

This is completely deceiving yourself.

He fell silent.

"Woo..."

A few seconds later, Eriri's smile faded, she let out a groan, and collapsed onto the sofa.

How can it be repaired?

I finally put in the effort, and I lost so completely!

......

Shinji Mizuki had just entered through the back door of the classroom.

When someone saw him arrive, they greeted him.

Good morning, Mizuki-san.

Good morning, Sakura-san.

"Mitsuki-kun, did you read the latest chapter of 'Anohana' yesterday?"

Sakura Chiyo couldn't wait to pull a copy of GANGAN out of her bag.

Such openness is actually quite unsettling.

"Of course I did."

The truth of observing the moon is self-evident.

He was still looking at the original manuscript.

"I have a question for you. Why did Menma's mother stop everyone from setting off fireworks?"

"Can't you even figure out such a simple question? Sakura-san is a bit slow."

"I'm sorry, I'm an idiot."

Sakura Chiyo muttered.

"Just kidding. Actually, the problem is very simple. Menma's mother's perspective is different from others. First, she didn't confirm the existence of Ghost Menma. Second, only her daughter died while everyone else was still alive and well. Of course, she would feel unbalanced."

"So, everyone's behavior is actually equivalent to..."

This kind of question is easy to understand, and the girl quickly grasped it as she prepared to find a vivid analogy.

Mizuki Machi suddenly interjected.

"Dancing on a grave."

"puff......."

Sakura Chiyo couldn't help but burst out laughing, spitting everywhere.

Thankfully, I didn't vomit on the clothes of the person in the front seat, otherwise it would have been a real problem.

"Kanzuki-kun, I didn't expect you to have such a good sense of humor."

"So what did you think of me before?"

"Cool, arrogant, even has a kind of adolescent chuunibyou vibe."

"Is this another case of being a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)... Sigh, people in this world always have so many misunderstandings about me."

He spread his hands and said.

"That's a pretty cringeworthy line."

Sakura Chiyo immediately seized the opportunity to complain.

"Oh, by the way, does Mizuki-san know Takasago-san?"

Which Takasago?

"The clerk at Takasago Bookstore."

"Oh, so it's her. We're quite familiar with each other."

"Where is it familiar? I clearly need to remind you..."

The girl made another complaint, and then talked about how she met Takasago.

Not long after, the Mandarin teacher entered the classroom and began the first lesson of the day, interrupting their conversation.

......

Some time later.

The assistant handed the revised NAME to the duo for review.

The two then discovered that the assistant's NAME had become even more appealing.

"Well... I feel like I'm old enough to try for the newcomer award."

Eriri gritted her teeth and finally spoke her mind.

Although she was reluctant to part with her assistant, she hoped even more that her assistant could spread her wings and soar to fulfill her own dreams.

"Really?"

Ashisaki's eyes lit up, and a genuine joy appeared on her usually indifferent face.

"But it's just about being able to participate. If you want to get into the top three, the chances of debuting are still slim... unless there really aren't any good works this season."

But soon, Mizuki Machi poured cold water on that idea.

"I see."

Both Zu Xusha and Dudu froze for a moment.

Eriri rolled her eyes at someone, but didn't make a scene at that moment.

Some things don't need to be said; everyone understands them in their hearts.

Both of them felt that his judgment was better.

"I'm not trying to discourage Miss Ashisu, I just don't want you to be disappointed when you have high hopes."

Kanzuki Makoto said very frankly.

"I... understand."

Zusu Sasuke's expression turned solemn, and he spoke earnestly.

"I will revise the NAME again!"

"By then, Miss Ashisu will be old enough to submit her work for a newcomer award."

He smiled slightly.

......

End of work.

Asashisa walked out of the villa, looked up at the beautiful sunset on the horizon, and suddenly smiled.

It has been more than half a year since she became her assistant, and her frozen and silent heart has been suppressed for far too long.

She asked herself this question countless times—

When will they finally debut?

Now, finally, there's a glimmer of hope.

A vision of 71 animations

This is a weekend day.

The childhood sweethearts arrived at the secret base before their assistant.

"Zhenzhi, Volume 1 has been reprinted again! It's already sold 100,000 copies!"

Eriri said happily.

"Sales have slowed down. If there are no opportunities, we can only rely on time to slowly increase sales. However, the fact that a single volume can sell so many copies is already beyond my expectations."

Gazing at the moon reveals a hidden meaning.

"Opportunity? Could it be referring to an animated adaptation?!"

Eriri understood immediately, and her eyes lit up.

For comic book artists, getting their work adapted into an anime is a very important turning point.

First, the visuals are dynamic, the voice acting is superb, and the background music is captivating – all of which provide a direct and enjoyable experience for comic book artists...

Of course, if the original work is excellent but is drastically altered or the animation is ruined, it becomes a form of torture and is labeled as 'miserably adapted into an anime'.

In short, an animated adaptation is like a major advertisement for the original work, and it is highly likely to boost the sales of the original work, from a slight increase to even dozens of times.

In his past life, the most exaggerated case was the anime adaptation of "Demon Slayer," which caused its sales to skyrocket from over three million to over one hundred million, selling a staggering 8000 million in a year and becoming a legend remembered in the industry.

"It's too early to think about these things now."

"I know the moon well," said Guan Yuezhenzhi softly.

"We've already made our debut successfully, so isn't it only natural that we're now dreaming about an anime adaptation!"

Eriri immediately retorted, still as ambitious as ever.

"Hmm... even if there's a chance, it'll probably have to wait until the story is finished. We'll see how much the publisher values ​​us."

"Of course! We are the 'youngest manga artists in history.' Just like Machi said before, with that title, Ms. Minano will definitely be able to help us persuade those people."

"Indeed it is."

He nodded, then suddenly looked out the window.

At this moment, the sky was changing suddenly, and dark clouds on the horizon had gathered together without anyone noticing.

"It looks like...it's going to rain."

"It was sunny just a moment ago... Oh no, Minano-san must have already left, right?"

"I remember there were two spare umbrellas by the door, right?"

Mizuki Machi remembered something.

However, when they arrived at the door, they found that the umbrella stand was completely empty.

"Why not anymore?"

"Haha... I brought it home on Wednesday when it rained, but I forgot to bring it back."

Eriri gave an awkward smile and scratched her cheek with her fair fingers.

"Wait, what about the other one?"