People in Tokyo, the world is clear

I want to tell Miss Wild Dog who has been slacking off.

"Does this pile of stuff have to follow you? Can't you throw some of it away?"

Unexpectedly, it triggered a strong reaction.

The frightened golden retriever lay on one of the bags as if protecting its food, and looked over as if guarding against thieves.

"No no no no no no no!"

Instead, it aroused deeper curiosity.

After exchanging a glance with the people around him, Ito Nishika looked at Kurosawa Rina who was protecting a pile of bags with her stretched body.

"So, may I ask what it is?"

Miss Wild Dog raised her head.

He cast a tentative gaze across the two people's faces, moving them around.

It didn't take long before his eyes looked away again.

He seemed to feel ashamed. He mumbled for a long time before stammering out a word.

"Manga."

"All of these?"

"Ah."

It seemed like a crazy collecting habit. Lin Sen even saw the "October 1969 issue" logo in a bag that had fallen out.

The emotion continued into the discussion an hour later.

"That Kurosawa seems to be a very avid manga fan."

"I think it's more than that, Senior."

"Ok?"

In the innermost of the three rooms, Lin Sen, standing on a chair, stopped to wipe the dirty light bulb.

Look at the girl who put her hand holding a wet rag into the corner of the drawer.

"I saw a big bag of drawing paper, and there were also a lot of traced line drawings."

She murmured a few words in a low voice.

"So, her dream is to be a cartoonist?"

"Well, I should."

"Ah~"

"Why did you suddenly sigh, Senior?"

“Because it’s hard to think about.”

To borrow a phrase from the Crocodile Gang leader: these days, don't do anything but comics.

The entire 1980s was a period of super-huge explosive growth for the comics industry.

With the economy on the rise, food and clothing are no longer a problem. Countless talented people have devoted themselves to the cultural industry, hoping to pursue their dreams and make the most of their youth.

It can be said that the squid is fried with peppercorns sprinkled on it - it is very spicy.

The literary world is relatively okay. The barriers to entry are high, and it's extremely difficult for newcomers to make a name for themselves. Not only do they need solid sales performance, but they also need the approval of established award judges from various publications and organizations.

At that time, light novels were not very popular, and the most common form was visual fantasy literature serialized in newspapers and magazines. Not only did it not have the otaku vibe that was popular after the 1990s, but the entry threshold for creators was even comparable to that of mystery novels.

The number of publications is not even comparable to that of traditional literary works, and it is not as ubiquitous as toilet paper in later generations.

Comics, which is considered an emerging industry, has become an industry that even the kings of comics are trying their best to get into.

Good works are pouring in like a spring, and everyone is scrambling to get the first piece of the cake.

Because this is basically the only way out.

With a little imagination, you can understand the fierce competition that even the old thief Togashi dared not stop updating.

Ordinary cartoonists, if their drawing skills and market grasp are even slightly worse, will be excluded from the publication qualification, and will be forced to hide in a dark corner and sing Unravel and Da-me-da-me-da-me-yo with deep emotion.

Another giant that will emerge in the future - the gaming industry - has just started. Few people will rush to explore this blue ocean industry in this era like digging wells in the past.

Comics are king, and this is not just empty talk.

Lin Sen often saw students in the second year of junior high school carrying bags and scrambling for publications on the street.

The book covers he was waving in his hands were all comics in an old style that would have a strong sense of déjà vu in later generations. The core themes were no less impressive than those of the works from Lin Sen's original world, and even surpassed them.

The parallel world is a patch for the comic book.

In such an environment, it is easy to imagine how difficult it is to stand out.

How many self-important young people hide in public housing, chewing instant noodles and cheap lunch boxes, becoming so hungry that their faces are pale and their hair is almost white. But what they wait for is not the good news of their works taking off, but the lost thirty years.

"Tsk."

Thinking of this, I began to lament for Miss Wild Dog's future.

When I came to my senses, I was startled by the cute face in front of me.

Fortunately, a girl reacted quickly and lent a hand to help steady the body so that he did not fall.

I quickly jumped down, subconsciously avoiding sight and calming my racing heart.

Why did this kid come here suddenly?

Thinking back to the little face that was looking up just now, the blood in my body began to rush up again.

Fortunately, I adjusted quickly.

"what happened?"

"Senior is being lazy again."

Ms. Ito narrowed her eyes.

There was a cold light in his eyes that was hard to understand.

"Isn't he infected by that lazy Miss Kurosawa next door? I saw Senior happily sharing his experience in slacking off with her just now."

"Absolutely not."

After helping to tidy up the girl's room, I also cleaned up the room I rented.

After finishing everything, I was so tired and hungry that I felt a little dizzy.

But Lin Sen knew very well that he was not the one who suffered the most.

Looking at the room that had been carefully cleaned, it was hard to imagine that the floor was covered in garbage just a few hours ago.

All those sticky stains on the kitchen sink were also dealt with.

Refreshing and refreshing.

It's like a mess of life that has been cleaned up by someone.

"That's really helpful..."

After finishing the inspection, he stepped out, but suddenly stopped talking.

Probably because.

"Ah."

A kitten had already sat down on the newly covered dining table, half lying on its side, and had fallen asleep peacefully. It hummed a half-heard response to my call, and it was unclear whether it was awake or not.

Suddenly, I had a vague feeling of trance, and an indescribable warmth brewed in my heart.

Without disturbing or waking him up, he turned around and went out to find a bakery with the aroma of wheat.

I picked out a few nice ones from the warm window of the store.

Bill, please.

Then the flesh hurts.

"So expensive? I remember the same model in Chiba was only half the price."

"Sir, this is Tokyo."

Traditional virtues of Tokyo.

There is no bargaining in stores with cash registers.

I bought it anyway.

As I was leaving with my bags, I encountered a family. The wife, beaming with joy, was carrying bags of toys, flanked by her two children, who were clinging to her and acting coquettishly. The husband, with his hands in his pockets, strolled lazily beside them.

Suddenly, I felt inexplicably dazed and had a strange feeling in my heart.

I got a cheap drink from a vending machine and found a place to squat.

Have a drink and look up at the sky.

"Although it's quite comfortable to mix with it now, and I have thought about the way out for Run after the bubble bursts in a few years, but..."

The image of a little follower struggling to carry a box up the stairs flashed before his eyes.

Qianxun ⑨б０①②⑥②⑦ Mountain Order

"Well, let's find a way to make some money."

I don't know why, but suddenly I wanted to be more respectable and strive for more.

Great ambitions often arise from hardship, especially when accompanied by companions who love life.

It will always be affected, people.

Chapter 39: I started to have unrealistic daydreams

Sasagawa Rimei felt a little uneasy this morning.

His eyes scanned the new manuscript in front of him normally, but his expression was strangely stiff.

The fingers that pinch also tighten.

As the reading progressed, it became increasingly difficult for Ms. Flamingo to concentrate.

"Snapped."

The last sound was the sound of a hand and paper slapping on the table.

The wonderful mood of immersing myself in running towards the night finally turned into a myocardial infarction running towards Bengbu.

Close your eyes and clench your fists.

"So, the air in the editorial office is so sweet today that you're reluctant to leave, Mr. Toggeng?"

The slanting morning light makes the slightly stern profile look even more noble.

At this moment, she was wearing a half-new suit that had not yet softened.

The female editor's slender figure was thus made to look more erect and somewhat inhuman.

Two strands of long hair hung down along her neck on both sides, just like the tail feathers under the wings of a flying bird.

"No."

After taking a closer look, Lin Sen sat up straight and put down his hands that were supporting his face.

Stop looking at the other person's face to observe their expression.

"I've never had to wait for Editor Sasakawa to review a manuscript and give me his comments, even though that was a clause in the loan agreement. So I wanted to give it a try. Are you not welcome?"

"Not really. I'm just not used to your gaze that's as if it's staring me into the crematorium. My heart is about to break."

“Is it that exaggerated?”

"If I hadn't known my own limitations, I would have thought Mr. Wu Mu was attracted by my humble appearance."

"Editor Sasakawa is being modest. Honestly, your beauty is comparable to that of a daimyo's wife."

"Are you talking about the village head's wife, the kind who shouts slogans loudly but has only a few short warriors showing off their power?"

"Is this how Editor Sasagawa's history teacher described the ancient ruling class?"