Chapter 197: The Cruelty of the Comic Industry
"Huh? The manga was not taken away, "After the girl disappeared, Yayoi discovered this in hindsight.
Yayoi put away "Shameless Moon", and if the girl thought of it, she would naturally come over to pick it up.
"Hattori-sensei's ......"
Someone came over again, and Yayoi began to get into his busy work.
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Nine looked at the comic newcomers who were happy or sad, and they were very worried.
"It's okay, I'll make it!"
After encouraging himself, Jiu clenched his fists and walked onto the platform without looking back.
Which teacher should I look for?
Hattori-sensei? No, no, he's so powerful, he can't humiliate himself;
White-haired Fukuda-sensei? No, no, he's so irritable that he feels like he's going to hit someone at any time;
Loving apprentice teacher? Scold;
Hiramaru-sensei? He is too lazy, and his evaluation is a simple two or three sentences, which seems unreliable;
Fortunately, the last Hattori Tetsu teacher was very serious when he read the manga, his eyes showed concentration, and he smiled "hahaha" from time to time, and he looked very kind, so he decided that it was him!
Putting the manga in front of Tetsu Hattori, Nine begins to fantasize about the days after success. Speeches everywhere, delicious food, drunken fans, and praise ......
Thinking about it, the corners of his mouth hooked, and his face turned slightly red.
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"When did you start?" Tetsu Hattori asked, finishing the comic sketch.
"Well, I had the idea about May, but ......," Nine said vaguely, "it's been about two or three weeks." β
This voice is similar to Majo-kun. (A voice actor)
But......
Hattori Tetsu shook his head and said mercilessly, "You lost your attention and didn't grasp the time. β
"It's two or three weeks, but it's actually about a week."
All of Nine's fantasies returned to reality, and he lowered his head and said nothing.
Although the voice is similar, in the comics, the difference is too far, regardless of talent or hard work.
Majo-kun can work hard for the sake of comics, and he has never slackened until "Detective TRAP" was not serialized.
Tetsu Hattori can still remember how he felt when he saw the highest in Mashiro again and again, with dark circles under his eyes and a tired body that would fall down at any time. No matter what you ask, you can do your best!
This is also the reason why he thinks that Yajo Mumeye can surpass his new wife Eiji and surpass Hattori Yayoi!
I have collaborated with so many manga artists, but only Yacheng Mumeba, after separation, will have such an unwilling mood!
I want to be with these two teenagers! Let's work together! Make them the most popular cartoonists!
"That ......" After a long time, the thick-lipped teacher was still silent, and Jiu said tentatively.
"I'm sorry."
Really, I accidentally remembered it out of my mind.
"With all due respect, this comic has no shining points, and it is impossible to serialize, so please work hard." It's all official.
ββ¦β¦ I see, excuse me. After listening to it depressedly, I felt that the sky that was originally clear was also darkened.
"It took half a day to get to Mt. Mano, and it was over in 5 minutes."
Nine's heart is sorrowful, it turns out that he doesn't have the talent to become a cartoonist.
He grabbed the caricature of what was supposed to be a cherished object, dragged it with heavy steps, and disappeared.
"I'm still too young." Tetsu Hattori sighed with emotion.
Becoming a cartoonist is not an easy thing, and only when the newborn Niu Dou is not afraid of tigers will he feel that he can become a blockbuster.
As Taro Kawaguchi said, there is only one person out of 20,000 who can support his family by drawing manga.
People who work hard to become cartoonists are just gamblers.
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Time passed in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, more than an hour passed.
After dealing with the last person, there is no one left on stage.
"Isn't that new?" The moderator asked.
There was silence below, and after standing for so long, they had no strength left.
The host looked at the bottle backstage, and the bottle nodded at him.
The host understood and said: "Then I announce that the audition for this comic selection meeting is over!" β
"Two o'clock in the afternoon, announce the final results here!"
Then he ...... "He lengthens his tone, but he can't be skinny!"
"Hurry up!"
"What a rambling rambling!"
There was a lot of noise in the audience. To be honest, just selecting comics is not ornamental at all. The only fun is probably the two expressions after success and failure.
Ordinary people who eat melons, they come here, firstly, to see the Jiaolong Festival, and secondly, to sign more important cartoonists!
It's still secretive now, it's really when we're noodle melons!
So they just quarreled.
The host smiled proudly, as the host, it was to set off the atmosphere, which was his instinct.
And then ...... Teacher's signature, find out! β
βYESοΌβ "Hooray!"
It was in the final hustle and bustle that the crowd faded away......
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"It's finally over!"
In the lounge of the King's Palace, several people sat or lay down, exhausted.
"Ai apprentice teacher, hard work!" Feng Yu stood next to his beloved disciple and rubbed his shoulders with pity.
"Ah~ It's okay, I'm a man."
"Teacher Aitu is amazing!"
Yayoi and the others watched this scene and were jealous.
Compare your assistant with other people's, and only despair remains.
"I didn't expect there to be so many people," Heimaru complained, "what a mistake, I might as well draw a manga if I knew it would!" β
"Well," Fukuda nodded in agreement, whispering in a voice that no one else could hear, "What are you talking about beautiful girl readers, liars!" β
Yayoi said: "Fukuda-san, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect your readers to be men......"
"Poof!" Pierced in the heart.
"It's a good thing you don't care about that, or I wouldn't have been able to do it."
"......" pierces the heart twice.
Fukuda's face was white and black for a while, which was very abnormal.
"Yes, yes," Ai Disciple continued, "Fukuda-kun is really weird, I have a fan of Fengyu-chan." β
...... "Tie my heart into honeycomb coal!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Mr. Fukuda, why is your face so purple! β
"Someone, Mr. Fukuda is sick!"
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Fortunately, Fukuda struggled to say that he was fine, that he was still young and energetic.
"Hahaha," Tetsu Hattori relaxed, "this time it's quite rewarding." β
"I don't have any excellent works here," Fukuda's face was much better.
"Because you're too scary."
"Why!" Fukuda clenched his fists and glared at Yayoi.
"Ahem," Yayoi said to Miss Ashisu, ignoring him, "Miss Ashisu, take out your manga." β
"Hmm," Miss Ashisu bit her lip and placed the manga in the center of the table when she was ready.