"Since my uncle is going to start drawing comics," he said, looking back at the studio with reminiscence.

Quarrels, tears, laughter, and joy were mostly spent in this hut, and now it is really reluctant to part.

"It's time to return this studio to my uncle."

"You can use it." Nobuhiro Manashiro said with a smile, "When I returned to the studio, I thought there would be garbage bags and instant noodle boxes piled up everywhere. I didn't expect it to be as clean and tidy as when I left. That's pretty good! ”

The highest and Takagi are embarrassed.

At this time, I should still thank Kazuya, if it weren't for her, I'm afraid it would be even more unbearable than what Nobuhiro Majo described.

The highest and very sincere said: "Uncle, Akiren and I have started serialization, and with income, we don't need your help!" ”

"Yes." Takagi agreed.

"No, I don't need this studio anymore."

The most suspicious person asked, "What does this mean?" ”

"Xia Shi is pregnant, and I don't want to be too far away from her. If that's the case, you don't have the intention of drawing comics. Nobuhiro Mashiro smiled happily, "So I'm going to buy a villa and work in the villa." ”

"That's ......"

Yacheng Mu Mengye was relieved.

Seeing that he had succeeded in convincing the two, Nobuhiro Manashiro said to Yayoi again, "What's the matter with you?" It's been a two-week hiatus. ”

Yayoi told the truth that this matter could not be hidden from Nobuhiro Mashiro. He is a veteran manga artist, and before Yayoi met him, Sasaki had become the editor of Nobuhiro Mashiro, and his connections, Yayoi didn't understand now.

"I see." Nobuhiro Mashiro kept his face calm and thought about it, "You really brought a problem to Sasaki. ”

"There's no way around it." Yayoi smiled bitterly.

"Editor-in-Chief Sasaki, he represents the interests of the editorial department, and I have my position, which cannot be reconciled. One side has to throw in the towel. ”

"Let me think about what to do......" Nobuhiro Majo closed his eyes and folded his hands in front of his chest for a long time before opening them.

"That's the only way to do it!"

"Huh?"

"Let me introduce you to a cartoonist!"

“……”

"If it were him, the editorial office would definitely give in!"

……

So, early the next morning, Yayoi found the manga artist according to the address given by Nobuhiro Mashiro.

"Here it is...... Mahjong parlor? ”

Following the route he said, Yayoi came to a small two-story building with a mahjong parlor sign hanging on it.

"How could a cartoonist be here? Do you want to draw a manga about mahjong? ”

Yayoi, who didn't know why, walked into the mahjong parlor and unexpectedly didn't see anyone at the front desk. Yayoi had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk inside, and then he heard the sound of conversation in the hallway.

"Teacher, you're amazing!"

This voice is so familiar.

"It's nothing, haha." He pretended to be modest and smirked.

"That, teacher. Can I ask you for something? The familiar voice squirmed, a little cheap.

"Say it. You're to my taste! ”

"I'll get straight to the point!"

"Hmm."

"Teacher, I want to take a break from school!"

"Huh? What stupid thing are you talking about? He was really taken aback.

And Yayoi also understood who the people in the house were.

"Kose."

"Hiramaru-sensei!" Yayoi knocked on the door and said firmly.

……

"Hattori-sensei, why are you here?" Heimaru greeted Yayoi into the door and asked unexpectedly.

"What else do I want to ask you?" Yayoi rolled her eyes, "What are you doing here if you don't work hard to draw manga to pay off your loan?" ”

"We're still good friends without mentioning it." Heimaru glanced at Yayoi resentfully.

"I met Mr. Fu Jian at the annual meeting of You Rong Society, and I came to study with him."

“……”

Are you here to learn to be lazy?

However, Mr. Fujian, that is Fujian Yoshihiro!

A man who can compromise the editorial department, a mahjong parlor! Who else but him!

"You're a disciple of Taro Kawaguchi, aren't you?" Fu Jian asked with a smile.

"Yes, hello Mr. Fujian." Yayoi said politely.

Then he hesitated a little: "But why would you be with ......"

"I'll get to know that guy Taro Kawaguchi." Fujian seemed to understand Yayoi's doubts, and he said self-deprecatingly, "How can the most diligent manga artist be good friends with me?" Isn't it too weird. ”

"I'm sorry."

"No, that's the case." Fujian didn't care, he recalled: "I admire Taro Kawaguchi very much, his hard work, his perseverance, I can't compare." ”

"As soon as I met him, I thought that if he died, it would definitely be a death from overwork. As soon as I pick up a paintbrush, it's hard to put it down, and every day I draw comics and draw comics. I'm not surprised that he can be animated, and with his unsavory style, he accomplishes heights that most manga artists can't achieve. ”

"If a man who works so hard doesn't succeed, the world should be destroyed."

Taro Kawaguchi was ridiculed in some places, but it was a sign of friendship.

The two of them can become friends, perhaps because Mr. Fu Jian admires the perseverance of the teacher, and the teacher is also fascinated by Mr. Fu Jian's ghostly talent.

For those who are better than themselves, some people are jealous and disgusted, and since then they have been like fire and water; Some people are envious and learn from each other's strengths.

These two men are clearly the latter.

Yayoi said sincerely, "Thank you, I'll tell Mr. Taro Kawaguchi about this." ”

"Tell him what to do! I'm all for you, a junior," Fu Jian's face shrugged down, and he scolded: "Don't talk nonsense!" ”

“……”

"Answer me!"

"I just don't tell the teacher." It's really awkward.

"That's a good boy." Fu Jian's face soothed.

Although Nobuhiro Mashiro brought Yayoi here, he didn't say exactly what he was going to do.

Without a goal, Yayoi had no choice but to sit down obediently.

There was silence in the room.

There was silence for about ten minutes, and Fu Jian couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere, and complained: "Really, why hasn't he come yet!" How to play mahjong with only three people. ”

"He? Who is it? Hiramaru asked curiously.

was rejected by Fujian, but Heimaru was not discouraged.

As long as you become good friends with Mr. Fu Jian, you will always get his secret recipe.

Heimaru thinks so.

"It's my former editor, a very capable person."

"Edit! The teacher is amazing! Playing mahjong will be called an editor. Heimaru admired Fujian and had starry eyes.

Heimaru really didn't have time to hide from his editor, he didn't expect Mr. Fujian's realm to be so high. It's breathtaking.

Heimaru's heart was even stronger.

However, if it were Yoshida, this would not have happened.

Categorizing it on editing, Mr. Fujian-sensei is probably simple, and I'm hell.

"Who is he?" Heimaru asked with some envy.

"When he first became my editor, he had just joined the editorial department, and now he is the team leader. There are also super popular cartoonists under him, and that man's enthusiasm for comics will never be lost to cartoonists, he is ......"