Jimbocho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The shonen manga editorial department of the Otee publishing house "Juxiansha".

A middle-aged man with curly hair and small eyes threw a stack of manuscript papers on the assistant's desk in a huff.

"Tsk! Miura, look at the manuscript you received! How can such a standard pass the 'opposite review' level? How many times have I told you, when you are not sure whether you meet the requirements of the editorial department, you either do not adopt it, or let the author go home and redraw!" The middle-aged man's voice shouted so loudly that the entire editorial office could hear it, and the green tendons on his forehead were like the rolling mountains of the Northern Alps.

"But this author's painting style is not bad, the sketches are also very clean, and the creation of these chapters is also very dynamic, isn't this what Torishima Editor yourself made before?" the young editorial assistant named "Miura", who was reprimanded, defended aggrievedly.

"Is this your criterion?" the middle-aged man, known as "Torishima Editor", raised his voice a few more decibels, "If your workbook is full of useless things, then you can call the brainless walking dead who comes to the editing room every day!"

Miura lowered his head, tears beginning to roll in his eyes.

"Editor Torishima, a painter came to you and said he had an appointment with you. The front desk lady shouted at the door of the office, breaking the embarrassing situation with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Torishima looked at the workbook, confirmed the schedule, closed the notebook with a "snap", and walked towards the reception room without saying a word.

As soon as he left the office door, several older editors immediately gathered around Miura and enlightened him: "Miura, don't take it to heart." The Torishima Shuhiko who is known as the 'evil ghost', you don't know his temper. He treats cartoonists more harshly than he treats his colleagues, and these words to you today can actually be regarded as sweet words. ”

"Who's to say it isn't? Last time he trained a fledgling high school cartoonist to cry, and he almost had to call the police when he left the publishing house!"

"That's right, the comics he handled, you can't pass the test without hitting it back a few times, a dozen times, or even dozens of times. That's why the cartoonists he brought out have excellent sales results. ”

"Miura, cheer up, I'll treat you to a fried shrimp rice bowl at noon!"

After a lot of persuasion from the old editors, the young editorial assistant regained his spirits.

Entrance to the reception room.

Torishima knocked on the door, and with a twist of his right hand, he pushed the door in.

Sitting across the table were two young people who had never met before.

When they saw the editor enter the door, they all stood up.

"You may be seated. The editor of the contemptible 'Juxian Society' shonen manga editing group, named Torishima. "He is worthy of being a senior comic editor of Daju Publishing House, cherishing time like gold, and even introducing himself is like cutting vegetables with a quick knife, the rod is the rod, the leaf is the leaf, and it is neat.

"Hello, editor of Bird Island, I have admired my name for a long time, and I am really fortunate to see you today. One of the young men in a plaid shirt stretched out his hands to shake the big editor's hand.

"We don't have to be polite. Who are the two of you as a manga artist?" Torishima did not stretch out his hand, and looked coldly at the two people opposite.

"Ah, I am. My name is 'Aoyama Gangchang', and I have submitted in three groups before. Plaid Shirt continued—he was the young cartoonist who had just come out of his predicament.

Torishima looked up at him, and then at another young man in a white shirt next to him.

"I'm ......," the young man in the white shirt just wanted to introduce himself.

"Then show me your work. Torishima interrupted him, still turning to Aoyama, "If it's still at the same level as 'Dinosaur World Adventure' and 'Science Fiction PHS' that were published in the supplement before, please forgive me for missing out because I have a full schedule." ”

Aoyama stuck out his tongue, those two works were the comics he had submitted and published in the supplement before, but he had to end hastily because of unsatisfactory results. I didn't expect this Bird Island editor to remember them all!

He reluctantly took out a stack of sketches from his bag and handed them to the editor of Torishima.

Torishima always kept a straight face, giving people a sense of majestic oppression, so that the rest of the room had to keep up with the rhythm of his words and errands.

Without saying a word, he opened the sketch and began to read page by page.

The other two men stared nervously at the editor's face, fearing that something would make him leave the table and slam the door.

Editor Torishima's eyes gradually changed from casual to preoccupied, and then to wide eyes, eager to burrow his head into the black-and-white comic world on the sketch.

Finally finished reading the last page, he raised his head and stared at Qingshan as if there was a wordless book on his face.

After a long time, the editor asked, "You painted this?"

Aoyama Gangchang looked at each other, then at his companion, swallowed his saliva with great effort, nodded desperately and said, "Yes." ”

Torishima still stared at him until he saw Aoyama hairy.

"Is there something not good enough? do you need me, I need to go back and revise it?" Aoyama only felt goosebumps all over his body, and he was a little restless.

Torishima didn't say a word, and quickly read the sketch from beginning to end.

"Is there something wrong with the overall rhythm? Do you need me to do Naming all over again?" Aoyama felt that the oppressive atmosphere was simply breathless.

"You also created the original story of this manga?" Torishima finally said.

Aoyama Gangchang, who was already frightened, shook his head and looked at the young man in white shirt beside him.

Torishima finally looked at the person he had interrupted to introduce himself, whom he had taken as air.

"You're ......" This time it was Torishima's turn to take the initiative to ask for his personal information.

"I'm the author of this manga, my name is Hayashi Tatsuya, and I'm in charge of the studio's 'AKBS Project'. "It turns out that the white shirt is Lin Daya.

"Lin Daya?" Torishima muttered to himself, as if he was trying to find something in his memory.

After making sure that he had indeed not heard of this name related to the manga industry, Torishima swept the faces of the two people opposite him with a gaze that was obviously different from just now, and quickly asked, "How much manuscript is there for this work, is there an outline and outline?"

Qingshan just wanted to answer, but Lin Da also took over the conversation, and took out a stack of paper manuscripts from his bag: "There are about twenty words in the manuscript." I have a copy of the outline and outline here, so please take a look at it. ”

With Torishima's many years of experience in the industry, the author who can come up with the outline and outline during the "opposite review" of the manga has either been in the industry for many years, or has super strong literary skills.

When he had read a few lines of the manuscript, he felt his throat dry and itchy, and he wanted to drink some cold drink to moisten his throat, because something warm seemed to rise from his chest.

"Please wait. Bird Island sweated and put the paper on the table, opened the door and shouted in the direction of the office.

"Miura! Miura Hirotoku! Please bring your workbook! Hurry up!"