Chapter Eighty-Five: Before Comiket Begins

As Sakurajima, and even the world's largest doujinshi exhibition, Comiket has an extraordinary status in the hearts of many dead people and people in the industry, so let's talk about those animation companies...... Even if it is an unscrupulous bloodsucking company, when it encounters such a grand event in the house circle, it can only obediently give its employees a holiday, so that they can prepare their own fanshi so that they can be exhibited on comiket.

After all, at this time, few people will work hard at all, and honest holidays are king.

Zhou Hai is a very young original artist, and even almost debuted in a monthly magazine to become a monthly comic, although he didn't succeed later, but he can barely rely on the pen in his hand to make a mouthful of food.

But he offended a certain senior in the industry......

So he can only return a pen name to a certain non-popular game club as an original painting assistant,In addition to doing odd jobs,It's to help the formal original artist do fine work such as coloring and drawing.,That Weibo salary is not enough to feed and wear.,So he took advantage of his leisure time to draw a fanzine.,The number of pages is not much.,But it also kept him busy half to death.,If it weren't for the company's unified holiday,,He couldn't be busy at all.。

But even so, he was only the day before the start of the exhibition, so he could be considered to have made all the preparations before the exhibition.

Comiket's influence is too great, those printing houses don't have the extra effort to print their idle small orders, if it weren't for the relationship of friends, Zhou Hai might even miss this exhibition.

Here we go......

Zhou Hai looked at his small booth speechlessly, it was a temporary club formed with several fanfic artists, and they were not familiar with each other, but they came in a forced team to deal with some of Comiket's rules.

Moreover, I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, not far from their booth is a booth with several oversized hands, such as the Electric Shock Library, the Immortal River Library, etc., looking at those characters who have been famous for many years, Zhou Hai couldn't help but sigh.

Next to these big stalls, there are good and bad.

The good thing is that this type of booth has enough influence to attract fans, but the disadvantage is that their influence is too strong, and Zhou Hai's neighboring small clubs are easily forgotten by fans who come to participate in the holy war.

But in general, the advantages still outweigh the disadvantages, Zhou Hai calculated the small treasury in his pocket, thinking about whether to go to the booth there before the official start of the holy war to see if there are any limited goods that can be purchased. When the time comes, it will change hands and sell it......

Zhou Hai is very excited, the comic he brought to the exhibition today is not a fanfic adaptation of today's popular works, but a comic adapted from a novel he wrote in high school, which is a relatively old-fashioned bloody battle, and it is also a juvenile comic that almost appeared in a monthly magazine......

Picking up his cartoon and looking at the somewhat rough lines on it, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, is he really too arrogant?

Sakurajima's industry is a place where seniority is arranged, if it weren't for the gradual pressure from mainland enterprises, these stupid Sakurajima people didn't even want to use Zhou Hai, a newcomer from the mainland, and in the end they were really in a hurry, and they were reluctant...... At that time, Zhou Hai had just graduated, young and vigorous, and he couldn't see a few "seniors" who were bullying newcomers in the same period with high qualifications and fighting hard.

And then...... His publishing qualification was cancelled, and one of the "seniors" he beat had a very wide network in the industry, not to mention a newcomer, even if he was an official debut cartoonist, he could easily ban the other party.

After that incident, Zhou Hai's life trajectory changed.

Some people persuaded him to change his pen name, or return to the mainland to start anew, and he couldn't deal with those "seniors" in the industry.

But Zhou Hai just didn't listen, he stubbornly used his initial pen name, even if he was reduced from a formal cartoonist to a comic main force that could only give people a hand, he gritted his teeth and refused to give up, during this time, he went to many magazines, even including "Shonen JUMP......

Time flies.

But after a few years, reality told him a very cruel reality.

"Don't I have talent?" Gently closing the comic in his hand, Zhou Hai looked at the characters on the cover with some distraction.

This is a bloody battle comic adapted from his real experience, and the protagonist's name is one word different from him, called Zhou Yang, who is a character who will never be discouraged and become more and more courageous the more he fights, alluding to his unyielding fighting spirit.

But as long as you see the second half......

In the end, the protagonist still failed to beat the Great Demon King, and fell to his knees weakly, holding the corpse of his friend, unable to do anything, unable to ......

It's time to give up, after so many years of graduating from college, he has achieved nothing, his father is already old, and he must bear the burden of this family, as for this unrealistic dream, let him hell with it!

Go to TM's ideal, go to TM's industry, and go to TM's reality!

Zhou Hai's smile was very pale and weak.

The gap between reality and ideals is even more difficult to cross than he imagined.

At this moment, the group attracted his attention, and for some reason, a group of young men and women in uniform walked to an unmanned booth next to the Immortal River Library, and then began to get busy, looking no different from the other people who were preparing for the holy war.

But they're too young, and they still have the uniform...... Is it a high school student?

Zhou Hai was a little curious, and couldn't help but look over there a few more times.

Then I saw two boys, one fat and one thin, being pushed out by several girls, sighing and holding a stack of books and walking outside. Over there, except for a big boy with a big head who looks hard to mess with, the others are all girls, hiss~ What the hell, these girls are more beautiful than the other, even Zhou Hai, who has a bitter face, can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Ah, Mo Wangqiu, look over there, there's a salty and wet uncle peeking at the girls in our club."

"Where? I called the police. ”

Zhou Hai was taken aback, quickly retracted his gaze, pretended that nothing had happened, sat on a brown cardboard box with his head down and pretended to play with his mobile phone.

"Ah, I often use this trick Alas, this trick is especially effective when peeking at the girl's long legs on the tram, so that's it, Mo Wangqiu, you just hang out alone, I'll go back first."

Through the corner of his eye, Zhou Hai found that it was the chubby boy who was talking just now.

"What? That's how you treat your benefactor? What about a good brother for a lifetime? ”

This is the skinny boy, and the two of them stand together for some reason with a very subtle feeling.

"Kouhu!" The fat man got angry: "Although you asked me to write a cheat sheet with the key points, Uncle Ben didn't use it at all, okay?" The student will be so strict, if it weren't for Uncle Ben who wrote down the content by the way when he copied the cheat sheet, this time it would have been really planted. Also, what the hell did you do to Yukino under the snow, why did the other girls except your cousin and Kasumigaoka look at you like they were looking at hentai? ”

"It's hard to look back on, and all I can say was an accident." Mo Wangqiu put his arm around Sun Ze's shoulders and threatened: "Since they won't let me go back, then don't think about going back, damn it!" The game is about to be released, but I can only wait and see, my unwillingness, you know? ”

"Let go of me! You damn salted fish! ”

The two high school students got into a fight for some inexplicable reason, but the fat man was quickly subdued by his friends and went unnoticed by the others.

Zhou Hai sighed inexplicably.

It's really youthful, I just don't know what they're doing here, Comiket officially started at ten o'clock in the morning, and it's only nine o'clock now, if it's an ordinary tourist, they can't enter at all, are they also members of some kind of community? But it's too young, right? And that uniform uniform, how does it feel like I've seen it somewhere.

"I mean, because of the school's sponsorship, we came to participate in the winter Comiket and I understand the reason why Comiket has to wear a school uniform, but why does even your cousin have to prepare a new uniform?" Mo Wangqiu and Sun Ze squatted under Zhou Hai's stall, chatting as if no one was around.

"You don't understand this, it's to take care of OCD...... Well, I went to the student union to apply, and who knows they actually gave me a new uniform. Mo Wangqiu was speechless.

"Wow, is it so scary, no wonder you are taken for hentai by them." Sun Ze took this matter as a reason for Mo Wangqiu to be ostracized by the girls' group.

Mo Wangqiu tugged at the corners of his mouth, thinking of the little thief cats in the room, and Xue Xia Xue Nai who came to the house to talk to him last time, he really couldn't say it.

Wronged!

Zhou Hai listened to the chat of the two high school students with black lines, it was normal at first, but what the hell was next, these two stinky little ghosts actually had an argument about the cups of those female classmates.

"Tsk, there's no legendary I-cup, and if there is, I'd like to affectionately call her 'Love' (I)-chan."

Hearing Mo Wangqiu's heartfelt emotion, Zhou Hai finally couldn't help but complain: "Young man, you really think too much, and in reality there are not so magnificent cups, especially in Sakurajima......"

This is Zhou Hai's valuable life experience.

"Uh." Mo Wangqiu and Sun Ze looked back, but it was the salty and wet uncle just now.

The scene was a little embarrassing for a while, Mo Wangqiu rubbed his hands, first kicked the shy Sun Ze aside, and then showed a kind smile: "Hello, we are members of the Minesaki Two-Yuan Culture Research Society, I am the president Mo Wangqiu, and then this is Sun Ze here, it doesn't matter if you don't remember him." ”

"Hey, Mo Wangqiu, this king is going to be angry!"

Zhou Hai frowned slightly, no wonder they felt that their uniforms were so familiar, it turned out to be the famous high school, and then the club...... When did Comiket become a play game for high school students?