1983 Past Life Manga King

“Yes. That’s right. This magazine made an article about it.”

“Where do you get this?”

“It’s a weekly ordinary punch.”

“Huh? Isn’t that an idol magazine?”

“No. I deal with all sorts of miscellaneous things.”

“Wow, these guys are quick. When did you film this?”

Employees look at the photos with the magazine in the middle.

In fact, Sunny’s appearance at the autograph venue was talked about among the employees for a while.

However, the only staff on site at the time were the editors in charge, so no one here had seen it in person.

“Oh, I thought it was a bit funny when I only heard it as a story, but it fits surprisingly well.”

“That’s right. Teacher Sunny is surprisingly small and has a cute feel.”

“But, there are rumors that her face is ugly. So don’t expect too much.”

“Huh? Is it?”

“Uh. He said he never showed his face because he was so ugly.”

“Really? So are you desperately hiding it?”

“Maybe it is.”

At that moment, the door to the break room opens, and when someone enters, they shout.

“Who’s ugly, who’s ugly? What if the editorial staff spreads nonsense? And what time is it and are you still lounging here? You’re not working?”

Everyone was startled and startled by the shouting of the deputy editor who suddenly appeared, then quickly turned off the cigarette they were smoking and rushed out of the break room.

One of the men following the group was called by the deputy editor.

“Hey, Kobayashi.”

“Yeah?”

“Give it to me.”

“This…….”

“Other company’s magazines, confiscated.”

“……Yeah.”

An employee named Kobayashi hurriedly left the break room after giving the magazine he was holding to the deputy editor with a grim expression.

The deputy editor, who saw it, took a deep breath and opened the magazine straight away. Then he licks his lips with a sad expression on his face.

“It’s a shame. I should have gone too.”

Surprisingly, it was cute to see him wearing a cat mask, so he smiled.

“Sunny-sensei looks like this too, it’s cute,”

Having said that, he looked through magazine photos and immediately left the break room.

Then, when I saw Jiro passing by near the break room, I called him up.

“Hey, Akagi.”

“Yeah?”

“Next time, be sure to call me too, okay?”

“Calling, what?”

“It’s like the last autograph event. If there’s such a thing, call it.”

“Ah, that’s it? You came to Japan unplanned at that time, and it was a sudden signing event, so I found out too late.”

“Anyway, call me.”

“Yes sir.”

“It must be.”

After saying that, he closed the door to the break room again and went inside.

Jiro, who saw that, immediately shrugged his shoulders and hurriedly returned to the editorial department.

Jiro goes to his seat and takes a final look at the manuscripts of Samsara and Pasiencia after the typesetting work has been completed. He has to hand it over to the printing house after a while, so the last thing to do is to find any possible typos.

growling.

“…?”

I turn my attention to the sudden snoring sound.

When I looked at Tegoshi, who was sitting nearby, I saw him lying face down and sleeping.

Then I remembered that he hadn’t even been seen at lunch.

Maybe yesterday, I had a late meeting with Mr. Kido, who was in charge, so I was exhausted and skipped dinner.

I went to the job room to sleep and wake up, but I decided to quit. Seeing you sleeping here like this might mean that you don’t have time to sleep comfortably.

So, I try to look away again, but I see a manuscript protruding slightly through his head.

“uh?”

Jiro, startled by that, shook Tegoshi to wake him up.

“Tegoshi-san, wait a minute. Wake up.”

“Okay.”

“Isn’t this the height of the teacher’s manuscript lying underneath?”

“…heh!”

Tegoshi, who opened his eyes slightly, raised his head up with a startled look. Then he realizes that what was under him is a manga manuscript, and he is very surprised.

“Ahh!”

Looking down, I can see stains on the manuscript.

When he realized that the stain had been caused by his own saliva, he jumped to his feet in astonishment.

“It’s a big deal!”

Jiro, who looked at Tegoshi’s face like that, was also surprised.

“It’s on the face…”

“……Yeah?”

“Isn’t that screen tone on your face?”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

At that, Tegoshi fumbled his face with his hand, and removed a few pieces of plastic from it. And when I saw it, I just froze.

“Wait.”

Jiro removes a piece of screentone from Tegoshi’s face and attaches it to the manuscript.

However, some have already been torn, and some have poor adhesion and do not stick.

“This one doesn’t stick.”

“…this, what about this?”

“There is a screentone in the editorial department here, but the problem is…”

Jiro closed his mouth and then opened it again.

“I don’t know the exact number of tone, so I’ll try to contact Keyo-sensei first…”

“Well, if that happens, I might be cut off from the person in charge.”

“Yeah?”

“The senior who was in charge of teacher Keyo immediately resigned from the job because he couldn’t manage the manuscript properly. At that time, Mr. Keydo was very angry and came to the editorial department directly. .”

“Ah.”

For cartoonists, manuscripts are like life, so this may be a natural reaction.

But the responsibilities change.

However, when I think about it, if it is Mr. Kido, it is also expected that she will be the kind of person who will do that.

“I’m going to finish typesetting this in a little while and hand it over to the printing house…. I guess I’m really crazy when I fall asleep while working on typesetting.”

Tegoshi scolds himself and even cuts her head off and harms himself.

Jiro stopped him and said.

“Let’s do it as much as we can.”

“……Yeah.”

With that said, I was about to go to the cabinet with the screen tones.

“Can I take a look at that?”

Suddenly, a young woman’s voice was heard.

Jiro and Tegoshi looked around at the same time.

The woman who caught their eye was a new female employee who had just joined the editorial department.

It was said that she graduated from junior college this year, and it felt like she was still young.

The newcomer opened his mouth.

“Since I was a child, I have been in the manga research club for a long time, so I am used to screen tones.”

“Yeah, do you know the tone number for this?”

Tegoshi offers a piece of toned, she looks at it, takes it, and looks at it on a white piece of paper. And then she nodded her head.

“It’s a jumton. I know this well because I’ve used it countless times.”

“Yeah? So what else?”

“Yes. I’ll give you a tone number, can you bring it to me?”

Tegoshi’s expression brightened at her words.

“Uh, yes.”

“This is a number…”

Tegoshi and Jiro, who wrote her number on a notepad, hurriedly went to the place where Ton was and started looking for it. And when Tegoshi brings her the first tone she found, the waitress uses her cutter knife to cut and paste.

She is good at working on the parts that need to be cut out of the fallen tone.

When she and she have all the tones ready, she uses quick hand movements to finish all the missing parts. The two men marveled at her ability when they cleaned her stained area with white.

“Wow, thank you so much. I’m alive thanks to you.”

When she said that, she clapped her hand with a smile as a newcomer.

“What. This is nothing.”

“No. I owe you a lot. How do I repay you?”

“Then what, would you like to buy some rice?”

“Okay. I’ll buy you an expensive one.”

“It’s expensive. There…”

Cursing her tail, this time looking towards her Jiro.

“Are you going to buy Akagi-senpai too?”

“Oh, yes. Well. That’s right.”

At those words, her newcomer’s expression brightened.

“Akagi-senpai.”

“……Huh?”

“My name, don’t you know?”

“Oh, sorry. So what’s your name?”

“Kawada. This is Michiko Kawada.”

“Yes, Kawada, thank you for helping me today.”

“Hey, if something like this is going to happen, please find me anytime.”

“No, this should never happen.”

“Oh, I guess.”

Saying that, Michiko laughed out loud.

Tegoshi, who looked at Michiko like that, and Tegoshi, who looked at Jiro at her alternately, raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

With an expression that she knew something, Jiro immediately coughed.

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Sung Joon-hee, who had come into the studio, said to me with a look of bewilderment.

“Yoonhwan-ah, go outside.”

“Huh? Why are you out all of a sudden?”

“I think Akagi-san came to the entrance…”

Sung Joon-hee cuts the end of her speech.

“By the way?”

“By the way, I’ve been arguing with a woman for a while now.”

Jiro is in trouble with a girl?

This is an unimaginable situation.

As I tilt my head, Kyung-hee hears Sung Joon-hee and runs out.

It seems that Kyung Hee was curious about the woman who said Jiro was in trouble.

I also hurriedly followed Kyung-hee and went out.

As I approached the gate, I heard Japanese speaking outside the gate.

It’s not like I’m yelling at whales, but as Sung Jun-hee said, I feel a little bit nervous.

Kyung-hee, who went out first, opens the gate slightly and looks out.

As I approached Kyung-hee and looked outside, two men and women came into view in front of the door.

With Jiro turning his back towards the gate, she is talking to the woman.

“Can’t I come in too?”

“You can’t, no, why did you come all the way here in the first place? Did you not say that you are coming to Korea for other work until you get on the plane and get off at the airport?”

“Yes.”

“But what is this? Was it a lie?”

“I’m not lying. I have a place to go to sometime this evening.”

“Then I will go there. Why are you following me?”

“It may follow.”

“What is he saying now? In charge, didn’t you hear from the editor-in-chief why not?”

“Hey, how about us?”

“With us? What the hell do you see as a senior?”

Her woman seems to be trying to get inside her, and Jiro is her appearance blocking her.

After listening to the conversation, it seems that the publisher is right.

Perhaps, according to the publisher’s policy, it seems that only the person in charge is not allowed to meet.

Well, it’s a natural thing because it’s something you can’t do if you want to keep the secret a little longer.

By the way, the two of them are chatting in Japanese like that, and the locals gather around them. And then, three or three, five or three people gather and gossip.

It’s probably because they’re foreigners you don’t usually see.

But Jiro is worried about the circumstances around him, so he puts her finger to his mouth and writes her impression, telling her to speak quietly.

But she noticed that women don’t really care about such situations.

At that moment, the eyes of us and the woman, who were looking out, met.

“Oh, hello!”

Looking at us, the woman bows her head, and she greets us with a bright smile.