(Don't think too much about it, the "indescribable" part is two people wrestling their wrists in a game)

"Who wrote "A Bowl of Clear Soup Soba"?"

"I didn't write it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Li Shanhe replied crisply, "I don't have that experience." ”

"And between you and the North Road?"

"I can only say that it will definitely not be written by Kenji Kitaoji." Li Shanhe laughed, "What, Editor-in-Chief Jima, you are also starting to suspect that guy from Beidalu, right?" ”

Unlike "Shonen Jump", Kenji Kitaoji's new article received a decent response as soon as it was interviewed. Not only is it not as good as "A Bowl of Clear Soup Soba", but even his previous articles are not as good as it.

It is not surprising that some authors can only write one classic article in their lifetime.

However, "A Bowl of Clear Soup Soba" is a new way of lyricism, and the vast world has a lot to do, but the founder of Beidalu, who actually imitates his own works, writes stumbles, how can people not doubt it?

Sakamoto was touched by the pain point, and he was annoyed and angry: "I asked you to answer!" ”

"No, it's a fair deal, I'll buy and you sell." Li Shanhe said with a playful smile, "Since it is a sale, you can naturally bargain." ”

Sakamoto's chest rose and fell rapidly, and the feeling of being treated naked as an object almost caused anger to gush out of her chest.

"Beidalu plagiarism, do you have any evidence?" She endured the indescribable and asked.

This is the most crucial purpose of her trip.

If evidence is found, not only can the contract be forcibly terminated, but also the evidence can be used to negotiate with Kodansha, and the two sides will jointly sue Beidaji to recover up to hundreds of millions of manuscript fees.

What kind of person is Li Shanhe, how could he jump into such a pit. He pretended to be stupid and said:

"Evidence? Kenji Kitaoji, the books he wrote have a very strong functional component. Do you think he could suddenly turn into that refreshing chicken soup style? Isn't that the proof? ”

Sakamoto was keenly aware of one word: "Chicken soup? ”

"Oh, this style, in our hometown, is called chicken soup for the soul."

Sakamoto suddenly held down Li Shanhe's hand. She turned her head, the tips of her hair were wet with sweat, sticking to her face, looking beautiful, but her eyes became brighter and brighter:

"Have you seen a lot of this style of writing?"

Oops, like a leak......

Li Shanhe's mind turned, and he immediately smiled: "Don't think about it, before I get back my status as the pioneer of chicken soup literature, I won't write this kind of article again." ”

"Then you admit that you wrote "A Bowl of Clear Soup Soba"?"

How can this woman be so shrewd? "Hey, editor-in-chief, did you use to be a journalist? Do you feel like the initiative is in your hands? I refused to answer. ”

Li Shanhe's breath was not good, and his hand was a little heavier, and the indescribable stimulus of the horse was stimulated, and he trembled, and tightly hugged the other party's arm, so that he did not collapse down.

Fortunately, at this time, the train temporarily stopped at the station. The flow of people began to get off the train and get on the train, Li Shanhe let go of his hand, grabbed the pull ring of the train, like an ordinary passenger, and even joked with the beautiful girl next door.

Qima was able to catch a few breaths, and when the train restarted, she glared at the little **** who was talking to with dissatisfaction, quietly grabbed the hem of Li Shanhe's clothes, grabbed him, and waited for the other party to support the wall of the train with his arm, and it formed a confined space.

Li Shanhe looked at the other party with some surprise: "Lord Editor-in-Chief, do you want this yourself?" ”

"Without further ado, I haven't thrown in the towel yet!" Qi Ma grabbed Li Shanhe's hand and brought it to where it should be, "I want to know the story between you and Beidalu." Preferably the process of how he took your article. ”

Just like pork in the vegetable market, Li Shanhe checked the weight of the items in his hand, nodded, and said, "Are you sure you want to hear it?" That's a long, long story, and do you think you'll be able to make it to the end? ”

Qi Ma glared at him fiercely: "Don't underestimate a woman's endurance!" I'm the only female editor-in-chief of the Shogakukan, and none of the 400 members under my command are respectful when they see me......"

"Like in the morning? I say hello and don't reply? I thought you were cold all your life. Li Shanhe sneered, and then whispered in her ear, "Lord Editor-in-Chief, you should know that your identity is useless to me. It's just a recreational product now. ”

Boom, the flames in his chest seemed to explode.

has always been proud of her identity and occupation, at this time, the person in front of her, mercilessly stepped on the ground to ridicule and despise, the irritated Qima's eyes were red, her neck was bulging, her legs in high heels were straight, and she covered her mouth with all her might, as if she was afraid of a mouth, and she couldn't help biting the other party.

Even though her brain was blank with anger, she didn't forget to stare at Li Shanhe's face, she made up her mind that she must imprint this face in her mind well, and one day she will double her revenge!

The grievances between him and Kenji Beidalu were the pots left by his predecessor, and Li Shanhe could only piece together a general situation from the words in his diary.

In the rumbling train, it is gradually dark outside, and the sporadic lights are lit up. Li Shanhe's hands were warmed by the soft cotton, and under the baking of this rare small stove, he leaned on the ear of Sakamoto Tsushima and told the story of the beginning of the (blind) (breaking).

The predecessor Li Shanhe was unfamiliar with RB when he first came to RB. Fortunately, he was not alone, and the eighth uncle who stayed in Hong Kong knew a few friends in the RB literary circle, so he wrote a few articles for him to carry with him, and left the address to guide him to find his RB friends, and exchanged them for manuscript fees to support the high rent in Hong Kong.

The title of Eighth Uncle is just a matter of seniority in the village, in fact, he is over 70 years old and has experienced the fall of the Qing Dynasty and World War II. When the eighth uncle was young, China and Japan had not yet started a war, and it was very fashionable to study in Japan in the revolutionary party.

Although the eighth uncle did not study abroad, he also communicated with the RB literary world under the arrangement of the state, and met Kenji Kitaoji at that time.

Is a friendship that hasn't been seen in decades reliable?

As we know now, Kenji Kitaji is a villain, and as soon as he saw the article brought by Li Shanhe, he immediately had the idea of taking it for himself.

The predecessor Li Shanhe couldn't even read Japanese newspapers at that time, so everything was entrusted to the other party. He was hospitalized for a few days, but the manuscript fee was not received.

When he finally couldn't help but run to the newspaper and stumble to submit the article, he learned that the article was published, and he was instead regarded as a plagiarist.

That's the truth of what happened pieced together. Although it is only a few short paragraphs of text, under Li Shanhe's moist (guan) color, he actually talked about five stations-

-- In the end, I almost told the editor-in-chief Sakamoto about dehydration.

So, ladies and gentlemen, irrigation is a very useful technique, and as for what it is for, you will know when you meet a girl who wrestles her wrists on the train.

Due to physical problems, Sakamoto didn't listen to the whole story, but she asked for enough information. After an empty mind, she suddenly grabbed Li Shanhe's Lushan claw with little physical strength, turned around and asked:

"If I give you a chance, can you go to court and correct him?"

"No, I don't." Li Shanhe coldly refused.

"This is a rare opportunity, and Shogakukan and Kodansha will have your back! You can get your own article back! ”

"Now when my fame is weak, to collide with him? Even if you win, it will make a large number of people lose face. I've already learned the RB people's small belly chicken intestines, so I'm not so stupid! Li Shanhe dismissed, "I want to surpass Osamu Tezuka and become the man of the manga king, and if I look at it in a few years, Beidaji will be a bug in front of me." As long as I walk slowly, sooner or later I will get back what belongs to me! ”

Ha, Oma was pleasantly surprised, and finally found that she had found the other party's weakness:

"You're so arrogant! Compare yourself to Osamu Tezuka? Osamu Tezuka pioneered RB's manga system, can you? ”

"I can't."

"Oh, arrogant young man......"

There was contempt in his words. Li Shanhe was silent, and his hand increased the speed of his strength. The two of them wrestled their wrists and were about to reach the finish line.

Sakamoto was attacked by a key attack, but he was proud in his heart, and finally won a game! She didn't feel complacent for a few seconds, as if the big stone in her heart was a little looser, and she was immediately defeated.

In a daze, she heard a low voice:

"Maybe I can't make Chinese comics as good as RB. But I can make RB comics as bad as China. ”

The words echoed in the empty mind of the horse, and when consciousness gradually returned, her eyes suddenly widened and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Arrogant! It's so arrogant!

How could anyone be so crazy? Trying to destroy an industry in a country?

The efforts of thousands of people want to destroy it on their own?

How could he? How dare he?

Her breathing was scorching and rapid, and the fear in her heart prompted her to resist here: she tried to twist her body to slap the other man, but the outstretched arm was soft;

She finally realized the punishment that the loser deserved, and her physical strength had been exhausted in the wrist wrestling competition.

She was unwilling and took out the woman's last weapon, she wanted to open her mouth and shout an idiot, so that the other party would be ruined here.

The train slowed down, and the radio sounded, and the train was about to enter the station, covering the volume of the horse like a lover's whisper.

There was a soft click, and the hook of the underwear finally came off.

“Game_over。”

Li Shanhe sneered, and his hand quickly retracted from under the sweater, with a purple object attached.

"I didn't expect it to be so hard to get off. With this in hand, no one will think I'm an idiot......" Li Shanhe smiled evilly and put the purple loot into his bag, "Don't blame me, Editor-in-Chief Sakamoto, I won't easily give my weaknesses to others." Go home early, remember to change your pants, it's easy to catch a cold......"

Sakamoto clenched his teeth and used all his strength to support his limp body. She wanted to chase after her, she wanted to scream at the idiot, but every step she took, rubbing against her clothes, made her move difficult.

Li Shanhe stood outside the train, watching the door close, and he made a hat salute, like a real gentleman. As the train starts, his figure retreats.

But in Sakamoto's stubborn eyes, the other party is an evil and arrogant, treacherous and slippery demon.

Bastard! I'm the only female editor-in-chief of the Elementary School...... Insult me so much, insult what I fought for, I will make you regret it!

Thinking like this, she couldn't hold back any longer, tears washed out two furrows on her face, she collapsed to the ground, raised her head and made a sound of "lotus, lotus", and finally realized the great harmony of life.

There are poems:

Stealing chickens does not make rice, and pretending not to be forced is the sun.

The horse has a clever plan to settle the world, and he loses his milk* and loses his soldiers.

So wet! It's so wet!