A deafening alarm rang out in the silent room.

A young man who was lying on the table and taking a nap opened his eyes dimly, and his eyes were still familiar to him, but as soon as he wanted to get up, he felt that his neck could not move.

Is it that you have been painting continuously for too long?

He realized that his body had finally 'warned' him about excessive desk painting.

His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were dark and dark, his chin that had not been taken care of for dozens of days was already covered with stubble, and his deep exhaustion was on his face.

From sleeping only three hours a day at the beginning to only sleeping for an hour and a half, Fang Ye buried his head in front of his desk all day long in the past 35 days, and the waste manuscripts he discarded on the ground were everywhere, and the bedding was spread behind the chair for easy rest, but a week before the submission, he even slept by leaning on the table.

"Damn...... I really can't move at all this time......"

He felt that his whole body was as stiff as a stone, and his perception of his limbs had long since become numb, and only a pair of eyes could still move, a feeling he had experienced involuntarily thirty days ago.

Only this time it's more than ever.

The alarm bell continued, but he could only let himself go limp and still his spirits, although he could barely pull himself up, but it was more of a strong signal to his brain that he wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, and this thought was gradually gaining the upper hand.

He was indeed too tired.

So he slowly closed his eyes, but this time he fell asleep more peacefully than before, because just yesterday, when he took his last break, the work he used to participate in the 'World One Manga Awards' had been completed.

Although there are still flaws, there is still a certain gap between the remake drawn by Yusuke Murata and the one drawn by Yusuke Murata, but Fang Ye knows that what he can do is what he can do, and what he can do his best to draw is such an effect.

"Enough is enough......"

He thought to his satisfaction before his consciousness drifted away.

Darkness once again engulfed his vision.

On the screen of the mobile phone that has been charging, in the alarm clock column that has been set, there is now only the last one left.

It is marked: The last submission date of the first comic book award.

There are only about 18 hours left.

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Following.

Under the building of the Shueisha Kyoto branch.

Today, the commercial plaza outside is still full of people who can't see the edge as much as yesterday.

Naturally, these people are not cartoonists who have come to sign up for the competition.

It's all about anime lovers who came to see the grand occasion of this conference.

Even though it was only used as an entry point for the Kyoto section of the 'Tianichi Manga Awards', the executives of the Shueisha branch cleverly made it a grand three-day anime festival.

Hosted by the Kyoto City Government, organized by Shueisha Branch, and actively participated by major publishing houses and anime clubs, the main reason for the main reason for the main flock to the event was the cosplay contest, two-dimensional live, and voice actor meet-and-greets.

At this moment, suddenly a male voice sounded on the large stage that had been arranged, followed by several lights and shone down.

"Good evening, everyone, thank you very much for coming to the Kyoto Festival of the World Ichichi Manga Awards!"

I saw a master of ceremonies holding a microphone had already appeared on the stage, and with his greetings, the opening of the third day of the conference was opened.

Hearing the screams of the long-awaited audience in the audience, he smiled and said, "First of all, I'm Kawasaki, the master of ceremonies, so please take care of me today." ”

"So," he swept his eyes across the venue, paused slightly, and the smile on his face became even brighter, "without talking nonsense, let's start the first event of the conference right away, and invite the well-known voice actress Miss Asuka Makino to appear!"

When he reported that the voice actor who was present today was Asuka Makino, the audience below let out a wolf howl, and it was obvious that this Asuka Makino was very popular among male audiences.

Just as a beautiful woman with a slender figure and wearing a snow-white dress slowly stepped onto the stage, in the corner of the stage, Akiko, the editor of "Weekly Shonen Jump", whispered disdainfully to her partner: "Orihime, look at her smug appearance, if I knew you were here, I am afraid that my intestines would be remorseful......"

"Okay, the misunderstanding between Asuka and me has long been solved, and isn't she very happy now?"

Orihime Asagami poked Akiko, who was speaking a little loudly, with her hand, as if to make the other party pay attention to the occasion.

"Hmph, is it a happiness for her to marry Master Koo Nishiwaki? That old man is almost going to marry the young female voice actor who dubbed his work, and Asuka is his ninth wife. ”

Akiko sneered again and continued: "But it's also your wish, she wants to be respected by becoming the wife of a miracle master, and now she has got her wish." ”

As if she didn't want to talk about these disappointing things anymore, she rolled her eyes and asked Asagami Orihime, "The guy you like doesn't seem to have come until now, is he going to give up the competition?"

The person she said was Fang Ye, and at present, there are only 6 participants in the Kyoto section of the "Tianyi Manga Awards", and she knows all the cartoonists who submitted, and only Naohiko Inoue is from the Kyoto University Manga Society.

"Hehe, Akiko, are you worried about him?"

Orihime Asagami smiled slightly, and there was no melancholy on her face, as if she was sure that Fang Ye would not miss this competition.

"Look," she suddenly pointed to the right side of the audience, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived, isn't this coming?"

Akiko looked out along the way, and her face suddenly became a little strange, "Is this him?"