Knock, knock, knock!

Suddenly, just as Jiichiro Hirakawa was lamenting his life, there was a knock on the office door.

"Hirakawa."

A voice rang out outside the door.

Although I am an intern, because the relationship between the two parties is classmates, there is not much estrangement, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates is not as tense as in other places.

However, he really didn't want to come if he could. Because everyone knows that if you bother this guy while he is reviewing, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat.

But this guy said that as long as a manuscript is sent, it will be sent to him whenever it is. But that being said, there are really not many people who dare to come at this time.

Because everyone knows that he has been stuck in the position of deputy editor-in-chief for a long time, and he has always been like this.

Let's talk about the name when you come here, if you call him editor-in-chief, he may think that you are sarcastic about him, but if you call him deputy editor-in-chief, he may think that you are sarcastic about him.

So, in this case, he can only come. Who made them classmates? Even if he doesn't want to come, he has to come if he doesn't come.

"Please come in."

Hearing that it was the voice of an old classmate, Jiichiro Hirakawa instantly pressed his decadent side to the bottom of his heart, and returned to his usual appearance in a blink of an eye.

"Shencheng, what's the matter?" Looking at the old classmate who pushed the door in, Hirakawa asked Ichiro.

"I just received a manuscript in the mail, more than 200 pages." Shencheng said, holding a manuscript in his hand, which was the one Xia Qiu had sent a few days ago.

"More than two hundred pages?"

Hearing this, Jiichiro Hirakawa took over the manuscript, and it was indeed a thick pile to start. Judging from his experience, the manuscript should be about two hundred and thirty or forty pages.

With so many pages, it seems that this contributor has been preparing for a long time. Hirakawa's mood is much better. If nothing else, this serious attitude is worthy of recognition.

However, although the attitude is certain. Judging from his experience, the only people who can do this are usually those who have a dream of comics.

These people, although they have a heart with dreams and a serious attitude, but in terms of the quality of their works, they can't rush those old authors.

Suffice it to say, this is a very strange phenomenon. The young newcomers not only have a passionate heart, but also have all kinds of whimsy and an absolutely serious attitude towards their dreams, but they lack the old spice of expression.

But for those old fritters who have been in the industry for a long time, they have a lot of experience and clever ways to do things, but they lack the vigor of young people.

And the attitude of these people is not serious, they always want to eat their old books, they always live in their glorious years, and their inspiration is almost exhausted, it is not an exaggeration to say that Jiang Lang is exhausted.

Of course, although there is no shortage of young people who are talented, hard-working and inspired, it is too few to meet and not to be desired.

Thinking of this, Hirakawa looked at the manuscript with a little expectation and apprehension.

Seeing this, Shencheng retreated very interestingly.

Full-time master, the name of this comic, nothing special, but the color cover is beautifully drawn, and it has a very old-fashioned and spicy feeling, which makes people shine.

Hirakawa's heart was slightly anticipated, and then he took the cover away and looked at the next page.

"With the progress of science and technology and the development of the times, a game called Glory was born......" The first thing that catches your eye is not a picture, but a sentence printed on a white paper.

Title page message!

It's just a short sentence, but it can make people read a lot of information.

Technology, Times, Games, Glory...... In just a few words, Hirakawa has a judgment on this work, which is a work about future games.

Because if it's a game now, there's nothing to draw at all. If you really want to draw, what can you say? Snakes? Or Tetris?

Hirakawa shook his head, and his expectations and apprehensions for this work increased a few points.

What he was looking forward to was a new genre and a new subject that no one had ever painted before. If it succeeds, then this author will become a generation of grandmasters at the level of the ancestor!

What worries is the subject matter of unknown territory, for a new author, whether he has the skills to perfectly narrate and express him.

If not, then his inspiration will become fat in the mouths of others.

It has to be said that in the field of creation and art, a good piece of inspiration is often worth a thousand dollars. But many people don't have the strength to show it well, and the result is to use their own inspiration to fulfill each other.

I hope this person has enough skills. Hirakawa prayed in his heart, and then continued to watch.

A full-time master, the beginning narrates the glorious deeds of the glorious god Ye Qiu, and briefly and clearly introduces the great feats he once made for the Jiashi Dynasty!

But then, as soon as the picture turns, the scene of the protagonist being subjected to a bunch of mockery and sarcasm. Especially the sarcasm between those words and the smug face made the teeth that seemed to hate itch, and I wanted to beat them up on the spot.

And when he saw that there was only one person in the ranks of the Nano Great Jiashi Dynasty who spoke for him, Hirakawa couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness and disgust for the ugliness of human nature.

At the same time, he also felt some comfort. If those tricks represent the ugliness of human nature, then the appearance of Su Mucheng represents the goodness and beauty of human nature.

It's just that it's as if the last goodness and beauty of human nature are so weak in the face of money and human greed.

In the end, when he saw that the protagonist was finally forced to retire because he had no money, the anger in Hirakawa's heart was ignited at once. At the same time, he also had some expectations in his heart.

He looked forward to the downcast of those short-sighted guys after losing Ye Qiu, the great god, and also looked forward to the re-emergence of the protagonist after leaving Jiashi, and then used the facts to tell them that what they did was wrong.

Before you know it, Jiichiro Hirakawa has been completely brought into the story of a full-time master. and looked forward to the scene where the protagonist slapped his face.

Although he could predict that scene with his experience, he still couldn't help but want to watch it. He looked forward to it, but when he read all the more than 200 pages of the manuscript, he didn't see the scene he was expecting.

The most terrifying thing is that with the development of the plot later, when the strength of the protagonist Ye Qiu is shown one by one, his sense of urgency to see the scene of the protagonist slapping the other party in the face is like pouring fuel on fire, and he looks forward to it more and more.

But that's where the manuscript ends.

Too little!

Seeing the scene where Ye Qiu Dashen slapped the other party in the face, Ping Chuan felt panicked in his heart. Before, he thought that more than 200 pages of the manuscript was a bit much, but now, even 1,000 pages felt that it was too little.

How to say it, at this moment, Hirakawa has a feeling that he wants to read it in one go. It's like a reader encountering an online novel, the kind that is very satisfying, even if there are millions of words, they want to read it in one sitting, and read it for a few days and nights without sleeping.

But that's where the draft ends.