At 10 o'clock that night, Tokyo Tianxing Publishing House, editorial office.

"Mr. Yichuan, I'll go back first."

Yamazaki, the editor in the opposite seat, turned off the computer, said hello and left the empty editorial office, except for the thirty-two-year-old single female editor-in-chief Ikawa Shizuru who was still reading the manuscript, and the company was already empty.

Solemn dark black ladies suit skirt, neatly groomed soft long hair, neckline pinned with hibiscus brooches, she has a unique cold temperament, not easy to approach, is a strong woman who is accompanied by work all day long, blind dates have repeatedly failed.

"These pictures are not good, but the subject matter and ideas are good, send them back and change them."

After commenting on a comic submission, Tianxing Publishing House has a controlling stake in Shogakukan, so in addition to the main business of publishing novels, she also needs to receive some comic business, and she is mainly responsible for the final review of novels and comics.

The red tip of the pen swirled in her hand, picked up the last submission of the day from the table, and looked at the cover, next to the neat and beautiful Chinese character description, there was the name of the Chinese character recommender who was like an iron pen and silver hook - Amami Takuma / Minotau Warrior (pen name).

Is that him? The one that often drags on? Will you bring your juniors with you?

She remembered that this painter, Tianxing Publishing House, issued a few single books, and the sales were very good, but the output was also at the bottom among the cartoonists with pigeon attributes.

She has the impression that this Tianhai Tuoma, there is an unforgettable beautiful boy by his side, and the signature of this submission is the name of the young man, I hope it is not Lifan, otherwise this inheritance is really a misfortune for the family.

Turning the first page, the painter skillfully drew the city under the distant mountain, row upon row, orderly, the human body of the protagonist boy Denji, painted very professionally, and the mascot Pochita set her eyes brightened.

The young man Denji borrowed a loan shark for his dead father, acting as a folk demon hunter for the underworld, and then being betrayed to a zombie demon, and after being separated from Pochita, he fused into a chainsaw man and killed the zombie demon, and the image of the chainsaw with his hands and head rotating is also visually impactful.

The last one that ended, the mysterious woman Machima, has a unique character design, and the suspense is enough, which can be rated as an excellent submission.

The style of painting has never been seen.,It shouldn't be Tianhai Tuo Mo with a pen.,His painting skills are very unstable.,The level of the last few pages is average.,The next few can be delicate to the level of a work of art.,It can be called the nerve knife of the industry.。

Shizuru Ikawa picked up the coffee, took a sip, it was already cold, and she put the submission in a briefcase she carried with her, and sent it to Hachioji City in the Tokyo metropolitan area, where she could come to talk to the author this weekend.

Pressing the light switch of the editorial office, a series of high-heeled soles stamped sounded in the dark corridor.

Fujii Shu changed into a blue and white loose sportswear, and there was an illusion of wearing a high school uniform in his previous life, and the Western school uniform of the island country was beautiful, but the comfort was definitely far inferior to the latter.

Today, Friday, the last class of the afternoon, is physical education.

It had only been eight or nine days since he transferred to another school, and he remembered all the names in his class, especially the girls, and a considerable number of them were almost as harassing as they were.

He picked up a soccer ball and started juggling it on the side of the football field on the east side of the school, and there was a class of students in the third year of high school who were also in physical education class.

The boys of the two classes were divided into positions on the standard green field, and someone invited him, but he politely declined, and he planned to secretly train to become stronger, and then stunning...

"Whoosh!"

The football that was opened,Shoot straight to Fujii Tree, who is practicing alone on the sidelines,The corners of Sushihara Tatsuya's mouth rose proudly.,This is the ball he served.,A long-range shot with all his strength.,I didn't expect it to really shoot at the target.。

Let's get out of the way! Little white face.

Suhara fantasized about being hit by Fujii Tree, screaming again and again, and the girl who watched Fujii Tree practicing on the sidelines let out a panicked scream in advance.

In the face of the attacking football, Fujii Shutou stretched out his left leg without raising his head, this powerful blow made his body posture slightly tilted, and then his waist and abdomen exerted force, restored his balance, pointed the football into the air, replaced it with another right leg, and kicked the football that was juggling not far away to the smirking Suhara.

"Ahh

Qi Yuan's stomach was in close contact with the football kicked, causing the sturdy young man who was 1.83 meters tall to bow his body, and his face was the color of pig liver.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

Qi Yuan lay down on the spot, rolling his body back and forth, he was actually not much injured, but he was just exaggerating, so that the girls in the same class could see the true face of the little white-faced demon.

"That's amazing! Fujii-kun. ”

"How handsome! Better than the players on TV. ”

"Don't squeeze me, go to the back, ugly bastard."

"You're a junior in high school, aren't you? This is Fujii-kun from the second and third classes of high school, the fishy wild cat. ”

More than a dozen girls in sportswear surrounded him, and no one looked at the perch on the ground, he was like a grass on the ground, no one cared.

After more than a dozen football hits, Fujii looked at the girl who came like a tide a little helplessly, he was ordinary in his previous life, and he didn't have such sweet troubles.

The addition of charm really has to stop.

He had no choice but to stop juggling the ball, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, Qiyuan on the ground glanced at him, snorted arrogantly, and got up without appreciation, and stayed away from him.

After a boring physical education class, Fujii Shu came to the school's parking shed as usual, in front of his bicycle, there was already a girl in the same class, who was very popular in the class, Mao Asami, with a well-proportioned figure, less than 1.6 meters tall, a slightly round face, and a pretty short neck-length hair, revealing the soft back of the neck that the island people like, and the fine fluff was clearly visible in the orange-red light of the setting sun.

"That, Fujii-kun, I... I like you, can I get along? ”

Mao Asami rubbed the corners of her school uniform top, swaying the figure of a young girl, her body fragrance could be smelled from a close distance, mixed with the smell of shower products, Fujii Shu noticed not far away, avoiding her two female companions on weekdays, nervously watching this scene.

"I'm sorry, I want to focus on my studies, and I plan to go to a prestigious school like Tokyo University, so I have to go all out."

Fujii thought about it and gave a reasonable excuse for refusal, and Mao Asami's expression suddenly dimmed, and he pleaded with some choking.

"Can't we learn together and progress together? My English is good and can complement each other. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not the kind of person who can do it with one mind, Asami-san, please get out of the way."

Fujii Shu directly pushed out his bicycle and walked away, leaving Mao Asami in place.

"It's too much, Mao Chan is so cute, and he broke off the relationship with his ex-boyfriend, so he's too ruthless."

The two female companions of Mao Asami came out to report her grievances.

"It's okay, the boy with a difficult strategy can prove my charm?"

Mao Asami, who was still innocent just now, changed his face, stared at his prey coldly, and disappeared around the corner of the parking shed.