"Yumi, you don't have to stare at that phone every day......"

"I don't think it's better for you to have such unrealistic expectations, after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

At the dinner table in the early morning, a middle-aged man said to Yumi Hotta.

The unrealistic things in his mouth naturally refer to the matter of comic contributions.

The person who spoke was Yumi Hotta's husband, his name was Kiyoshiro Hotta, and the way his wife had been paying too much attention to the phone call recently made him feel the urge to sigh.

Of course he knew the reason, because she drew a comic on a whim, and then submitted it to the rookie comic award of a comic publishing house that was said to have the highest prize money.

The top prize is said to be 10 million.

Although Yumi Hotta is full of interest and has some expectations for the award, Kiyoshiro Hotta, as a husband, is obviously more realistic.

It's not that he likes to think about things on the dark side, but years of social experience have told him that many awards like this kind of big prize money are just gimmicks for attracting people, nothing more than for popularity and hype, even if such a bonus can really be awarded, it is already decided in advance that the attribution has been decided, and the average contestant gets a big prize and gets a high prize? The chances of this are almost remote.

Not to mention such a thing, even if it is a truly fair and just selection, Hotta Kiyoshiro feels that his wife also has no chance...... Yumi Hotta is forty years old this year.,She hasn't studied comics systematically before.,At this time, I suddenly drew a comic and went to submit? How likely is it?

Kiyoshiro Hotta had read some of the original manuscripts, but in fact he felt a little unbearable.

In terms of the number of Japanese manga artists and the competition, not to mention the awards, the original manuscript of this level may be dismissed by the editor as a junior high school student's graffiti.

However, he did not stop his wife's approach, since she has such an interest and wants to make such an attempt, let her try it, and there will be nothing to lose anyway.

Draw a comic, or submit it to a regular publishing house, anyway, you won't be deceived.

"Kiyojo-san, in fact, I don't have much expectations for myself, but I always care about this kind of thing, what if an editor values my work? I'm very satisfied to win an Excellence Award. This is Yumi Hotta's biggest expectation, and she has no extravagant hopes for winning the big award.

Therefore, when she said this, her tone was full of expectation, and at the same time, she was a little unconfident. The actual situation and the possibility of the incident are clear to her without being reminded by others, but she still can't let go of this matter.

"I remember you said that this award will not be announced until the end of the year, do you have to wait a year?" Kiyoshiro Hotta asked again if he wanted his wife to be in such a state of being super concerned about phone calls all year long.

"That is the public time of the award, in fact, according to the selection instructions, basically within one to two months of submission, the editor will inform the author of the selection or failure, and the author of the returned manuscript can handle it by himself, or submit it elsewhere."

"Oh, is your work long or short?" Kiyoshiro Hotta folded the newspaper he had read, put it aside, and began to eat breakfast.

"It's long, because my drawings are not good, so I also made a special list of the plot and outline of the story."

"Oh, today's miso soup is very good......"

"So, didn't Shueisha have an award for the original story? What's it called? ”

Kiyoshiro Hotta, he obviously doesn't know much about these things.

"IT'S CALLED STORYKING."

"YES, IT'S MORE RELIABLE THAN THIS COMIC AWARD, AT LEAST IT DOESN'T REQUIRE YOUR LEVEL OF DRAWING."

"But the Hibiscus Society's manga prize is only required to have a good story...... "Yumi Hotta defended, and then went on to explain her plan, "I'm going to resubmit the manuscript to Shueisha if I don't get anything here." ”

In fact, Yumi Hotta has her own ideas, and she has a certain understanding of the manga publishing industry.

With the size of Shueisha, she felt that the competition in this STORYKING competition might be more fierce than the Hibiscus Society manga prize, even if it was the same degree, she thought it would be better to choose Hibiscus Society, because the high prize money was still quite attractive.

"Anyway, you better make your own decisions, and don't delay other things."

The profession of a housewife is both idle and busy, because as long as you want to do something, you can always find a family chore to do.

Yumi Hotta was just about to reply, when the phone rang.

She immediately walked over to the phone and found that it was a number she had never seen before...... As if thinking of a possibility, she glanced at her husband and then quickly picked up the phone.

In Hotta Kiyoshiro's eyes, after his wife picked up the phone, she kept hilarious, and then she was excited.

Seeing something emotional, happy or excited?

Anyway, the call was not long, and after Yumi Hotta buttoned the phone, she began to look for her coat, and after putting on the coat, she found her handbag, and after stuffing something into it, she was about to run outside the house.

This was so weird that Kiyoshiro Hotta quickly got up and grabbed her.

"Yumi, where are you going?"

"Huh?! Yes, yes, I forgot to explain, I'm going to Tokyo. ”

"Huh?"

The husband was confused.

"It was just a call from the Hibiscus Society, and they told me that my chess soul had won a big prize, so I was going to Tokyo."

It was because of such unexpected good news that Yumi Hotta was very excited.

"Slow down," at this point, Kiyosei Hotta had begun to wonder if his wife had received a fake phone call, or if he had to retract his previous judgment, there was really a scam?

"Let's not talk about whether you have won an award or not, it has only been a little more than ten days since you submitted your manuscript, plus the time on the road and the review process, how can you have results so quickly."

What her husband said was very reasonable, and Yumi Hotta gradually calmed down.

"I'm sorry, Qingcheng-san, I'm a little excited, so there's a problem with this call?"

"Tell me first, what did the other party say on the phone just now?"

"After confirming my identity, I asked if I had submitted my manuscript to other publishers and whether the copyright was complete, and then I was told the news of the award and asked me to go to Hibiscus Club in Tokyo as soon as possible."

Hey, it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with this, huh?

After thinking about it for a while, Hotta Kiyoshiro said, "Don't get excited yet, wait for me to confirm." ”

With that, Kiyoshiro Hotta walked back to the phone, and he glanced at the phone number, which was indeed from Kyoto, and then he pressed the call back button.

Soon, the phone was reconnected.

"Hey, hello, I'm Yumi Hotta's husband just now, may I ask ......"