It was another sunny day, the slight cold wind made people want to runny nose, the grape trellis in the large courtyard had withered yellow, and only the autumn chrysanthemums in the flower garden were particularly brilliant.

On both sides of the wooden table of the coffee table in the courtyard, Old Man Xuan quickly shook the dice cup in his hand, which was not in the form of an inverted bowl in ancient China, but in the shape of a bamboo tube, closer to the gambling equipment of those casinos in later TV.

Recently, Yang Dongxu didn't know that the string in his mind was wrong, and the gamblers he watched in later generations suddenly appeared in his mind, the movie of the gambling saint, so he didn't draw the comics on the weekend and ran to the big courtyard to find Old Man Xuan to learn gambling.

While learning and still in my heart, I sighed, why didn't I have any superpowers after I was reborn, and the days of learning Russian and English were simply unbearable, which proved that he would not awaken the ability of super memory or anything.

Now that he is obsessed with gambling, he begins to sigh why he doesn't have a clairvoyant eye, and he always can't guess the points in the old man's dice cup, and as a result, the fallen leaves in the entire yard and the furniture in the house are all cleaned by him alone, and he is crying when he thinks about it.

"There is a pattern to everything, you must first see the moment the dice enter the cup, see clearly the number of points, where they are in each other, and the distance from each other, whether the two are attached to each other, or the horns are opposite each other......"

When Yang Dongxu cleaned the kitchen and contracted the work of washing dishes and washing pots at noon today, Old Man Xuan began to take the dice cup in his hand and pointed to the color (shai) on the plate to explain to Yang Dongxu.

As he spoke, Yang Dongxu began to fall asleep, obviously this kind of physics knowledge that needs to calculate how the dice hit and tumble in the dice cup according to the sound he heard, and then through brain calculations, the method of determining the number of dice points when the dice cup stops is very different from what he imagined.

In his imagination, he can hear how many points of the excel belong to the special function, or the mysterious gambling or something, can you give me a scientific explanation of physics and mathematical operations?

But soon Yang Dongxu, who was drowsy, woke up instantly, holding his head and inhaling the cold air. Old man Xuan's brain collapsed, but it hurt a lot.

Compared with Yang Dongxu's learning and teaching, there is no compulsory subject to learn. Old man Xuan is very serious when teaching, and at the same time, as long as Yang Dongxu chooses what to learn, then this thing is not to say that he is proficient, but he must learn it.

That is to say, Yang Dong can learn anything he wants, as long as Old Man Xuan understands it, he will teach it, but since he has chosen, he must learn it well, although there is no time limit, but he must not be lazy when studying.

"Can you shake out a pillar of optimus?" Yang Dongxu, who was holding his head, was instantly full of energy, staring at the dice cup with two eyes.

Whoa...... The dice cup in Old Man Xuan's hand shook, and there was a rapid but very rhythmic impact sound from it, and then he opened the dice cup on the table, and the six dice inside were all superimposed together to form an erected 'one' character.

"Come six six. Throwing away those brain-burning listening, physics and mathematical operations, the old man undoubtedly increased Yang Dongxu's interest in learning.

Hulala...... The dice cup continued to shake, still swaying in the air from the table, and the dice temporarily got rid of the gravitational pull of the center of the earth under the action of skillful force, and did not fall under the dice cup.

Yang Dongxu lay on the table and looked sideways towards the dice cup, and found that the six dice in it were constantly rotating, and he was a little dazzled and couldn't see anything at all.

Pop, the dice cup is buckled on the table, and the six dice inside are all six o'clock up.

"Amazing, six more ones, hey......" Yang Dongxu clapped his hands and praised, and before he could continue to be excited, he suffered another brain collapse on his head.

"What about you and I being an artist? Practice for me, starting from that pillar of optimus, not only six sixes. You have to shake it out for me from six one, six two, all the way to six five, and then practice how to shake one one and five sixes, how to shake two ones and four sixes......"

"You'd better kill me. Yang Dongxu lay on the coffee table with a wail, he felt that he seemed to have dug a pit for himself on a whim, and it was the kind that was difficult to climb up after jumping into a huge pit.

It is obviously useless to be lazy in playing scoundrels and being lazy here, just knead Yang Dongxu a few times, and the piercing pain can make Yang Dongxu, who seems to be paralyzed on the coffee table, jump up suddenly, and then devote himself to the practice process with a hundred times more energy.

Such an irresistible hardship of learning makes Yang Dongxu seem to have returned to the time a few years ago, when his godfather held a bamboo board to let him learn Russian, and ordinary people can't understand the sourness of this kind of day.

Crawling and crawling in such a pit, Yang Dongxu climbed to the arrival of the winter vacation, and at the end of the year, everyone was even busier, it seemed that he was the only one who was idle, and there was no need to think about going home for the Spring Festival.

However, compared to last year, he is not very homesick today, after all, he has just stayed at home for more than a month during the summer vacation, and there is a photo studio in Yanjing, Yang Dongxu took a few photos and sent them back with the letter, and his parents did not mean to let him go back, and kept saying that it was always bad to trouble people, so that Yang Dongxu should not be naughty and obedient in Yanjing.

At the same time, Hao Yifan's side of the RB Comics Club has reached a preliminary consensus, so he came back to Yanjing to talk to Yang Dongxu about the specific contract in the past few days, the comic club is still Shueisha, its offer is not the highest, but the terms given are very exciting.

Ono Matsutomo has been very tired these days, he flew from RB to Hong Kong at least seven times before he got this contract, not only physically, but also mentally he is extremely tired.

But when he thought about it, he was thrilled to see the author of Dragon Ball, who was as dazzling as the sun among thousands of stars.

Remembering that the first time he saw "Dragon Ball", it was like seeing Amaterasu, but unfortunately Amaterasu made a joke with him, the author of such an excellent work was not a member of their Yamato nation, but was born in a backward neighboring country, and when he was sure that this thing was true, he repeatedly thought that he must have drunk too much and was dreaming.

In his impression, no, in the impression of the whole world, that backward neighbor seemed to be of little merit except for a terrible war. But even if the war is fierce, with the continuous technological and economic leadership of their Yamato nation, they have become less and less afraid of this neighboring country.

No matter how powerful your army is, you can't go out of the country, or even cross the ocean to the land of the RB. Your threat is always limited.

So Ono Matsuchi never imagined, even in his dreams, that he would one day set foot on the land of a backward neighboring country, or for the signing of a manga.

However, all the impossibility has evolved into a fact, and from the open and secret battles of several comic clubs, he understands the importance of grasping the author of this comic.

In addition, in recent years, the attitude of the self-appointed prime minister towards this neighboring country has been quite modest, and the right-wing forces are still secretly accumulating strength. He has no other prejudices against his neighbor than falling behind, which makes him quickly adjust his mentality.

After the plane landed, he was subjected to very strict inspections, and there was no way that in this day and age, except for the foreign staff in the embassy, it is difficult to see other foreigners on the street.

Although China is not as reluctant to enter as foreign countries as before, it has not yet reached the point of warm welcome, and Ono Matsutomo and his casual secretary still follow the path of an embassy. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to buy a ticket to Yanjing.

I asked about the purpose of my visit, about my job, about my spouse, about my children, about my father and mother, and even about where I went to school...... In short, after the three generations of the ancestors asked clearly, Ono Matsutomo went to Wangfujing accompanied by the staff.

Yang Dongxu, who was still having a headache about how to pick up people at the airport, didn't have a headache for a moment, because someone had already sent people over very considerately.

Yang Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief after enthusiastically sending the airport staff away, and at the same time felt that seeing foreigners did not seem to be as troublesome as he thought.

He originally thought that foreigners entering Yenjing would be monitored all the time, but in fact, it was not as exaggerated as imagined, although the current government has a very strict attitude towards foreign visitors, but it is impossible for everyone to be treated as a spy, not to mention that no matter how stupid a country is, it is impossible to use a native who is as obvious as a firefly at night to come over as a spy by plane and go through the regular procedure.

"Are you Xiao Xujun?" When he saw Yang Dongxu, Ono Matsuchi felt that his outlook on life collapsed again, and he kept looking at Hao Yifan next to him, hoping that he was joking with himself, but it turned out that it was not a joke.

"If you say that Xiao Xujun is the author of Dragon Ball, I think that's me. Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

Xiao Xu is his pen name, and the lyrics and composition of those songs are also under this pen name.

"You can speak Japanese!" This time it was not only Ono Matsutomo and his assistant who were surprised, but even Hao Yifan and the translator he brought with him widened their eyes.

"The dialogue in the comics is all in Japanese, I think that's a good explanation, isn't it?" Yang Dongxu shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to his sketchpad in the courtyard and flipped it over to a few people, while handing a stack of manuscript paper to Ono Matsutoshi.

Because the contract for "Dragon Ball" has not been negotiated, Yang Dongxu mailed not much content in the past draft, and it has only been serialized for a few months to the fourth episode: the somersault cloud of the turtle immortals. At this time, Yang Dongxu gave Ono Matsutomo the content of the fifth episode: oolong's appearance.

After reading a few pages of the manuscript in his hand, Ono Matsuchi instantly stood up and bowed to Yang Dongxu: "Hello, Xiao Xujun, I, I, Ono Matsutomo, Deputy Director of the Editorial Department of the Eisha Agency, this is my assistant Kurai Yoshimi, please take care of me for the first time." ”

Ono Matsutomo looks like he is in his thirties, with small eyes and a mustache on his lips, and he is not tall and a little thin. However, this bow and honorifics made Yang Dongxu very satisfied, and he felt that he seemed to know that he chose Shueisha.

"Now that it's decided, let's talk about the contract. He didn't say anything about inviting him to dinner or anything, just sat down in the room, and Yang Dongxu made a pot of tea and did everything.

"I don't know what Xiao Xujun wants?"

Both of them spoke in Japanese, so the translator Hao Yifan hired at a lot of money became his own special translator, constantly whispering in his ear.