1983 Past Life Manga King

Obviously, I expected him to intervene, because it was a completely unexpected reaction.

Of course, I don’t know exactly about the person named Tengen. However, I am well aware that I am not the type of person to lie about this.

And he’s not particularly big enough to lie.

When I hung up the phone, I was confused.

If Tengen didn’t help the rabbit girl, what would have happened?

If it wasn’t for him, was it really that the rabbit girl suddenly grew up in that short time?

What is clear is that there was a change after meeting a woman named Minera.

what was it

As her mind was getting complicated, a knock was heard.

Waking up from her thoughts, she turns around and finds her old man opening the door. Then he talked to the person behind the door and closed it again.

The old man returned to Izumi and said,

“miss. I brought you Shall I ask you to wait outside?”

The old man’s words reminded him of something he had forgotten.

Then he shook her head and said.

“No, bring it in.”

“Okay.”

The old man opened the door and said something, and after a while the door opened again, revealing a sassy young woman.

Out of her curiosity that she might have something to listen to, she had asked someone to bring her if she found it.

The woman who had been looking around her with curious eyes soon found her Izumi and approached her with a leisurely pace.

“Do you have a business for me?”

She asked the woman with her smile on her face.

Usually, when I am called to a house like this, I feel a little daunted, but this woman was not like that at all.

Rather, she noticed that she was interesting.

It might have been the nature of her job.

“Are you the one with the weekly magazine that you visited in the basement of our building?”

“This is Atsuko Mine from the Weekly Rumors. Nice to meet you, Nakaya-san.”

A woman who identified herself as Mine held out her hand.

But Izumi sat on her sofa with her arms crossed, staring intently at her outstretched hand.

She mumbled as Mine, who was embarrassed, took her hand and muttered.

“I washed my hands.”

“You know me well, too.”

Izumi scratching her head sat down on the sofa opposite her Izumi. She answered, and then she brushed the smooth surface.

“Well, you are famous. Of course you know.”

“She doesn’t do much outside, so she’s not quite as famous as you know.”

At Izumi’s words, Mine grinned and shook her head from side to side as if jokingly.

“Of course, if you are a regular entertainment reporter, that is the case. But, I am an omnivore.”

Izumi tilted her head.

“Omnivorous?”

“It means dealing with miscellaneous things. It doesn’t matter what people are interested in. Whoa, whoa, whoa.”

I pretended to be eating in a hurry while sniffing her nose whether it was trying to imitate a pig.

“It’s a bit vulgar.”

As Izumi wrinkled her nose and spoke, Mine smiled awkwardly at the moment she quit and put her arms on the back of her sofa.

“Oh, is that so? I’m sorry.”

She was saying that, but she didn’t look apologetic at all.

Izumi didn’t like her from the first impression she made, but she still couldn’t stand her questions, so I asked her what she was doing.

“Why did we meet?”

As she posed her blunt questions, Mine rolled her eyes.

“Yeah? Who are you talking about?”

“You know, don’t let go of shichimi.”

“I don’t know.”

She frowned again, dissatisfied with her blunt Mine’s behavior.

“The cartoonist who drew Crash King. He said she went to meet him.”

Mine nodded her head excessively as if she had just remembered.

“Ah, that’s the one she went to for an interview. Well, I went there for that purpose, but the result was a failure…”

“take? Are you sure you want me to believe that?”

“Oh my, is it strange for a reporter to cover a cartoonist? Of course, the fields of specialization are different, but as I said before, I am an omnivore.”

“There’s no way we can cover such a third class! Do you think I’m stupid?”

“·················ogue.”

Mine opened her eyes in a circle and looked straight at the ceiling, trying to avoid Izumi’s sharp gaze.

Seeing that she took her deep breaths as Izumi lowered her and she soon calmed herself down and she spoke again in a quiet voice.

“What really happened?”

At her words, her Mine looked at her with her strange expression and smiled softly.

“Then, there is one thing I want to ask you.”

Izumi paused and looked at her Mine and asked.

“What? tell me If it’s money…”

“An interview.”

“······Yeah?”

“I am a famous journalist, can’t I come all the way here and return empty-handed? So.”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

Izumi frowned again, wondering if she didn’t like Mine’s smiling expression.

“I don’t do interviews.”

She turned her body around as if she had no regrets at those words.

“is that so? Then what can’t you do? I just want to go back. Oh, I said earlier that they would pick you up when you go back.”

“good. What are you curious about?”

At that, Mine stopped. Then she turned around and smiled.

“Well, it’s simple. From why she came to draw manga, what kind of relationship does she have with Aki Kamiya, the author of Crash King. Since when did she know . . .”

At those words, Izumi’s expression hardened.

It was because she never expected that she would have known that far.

“How much do you know?”

“Not many. Are you friendly enough to just set up a firebox? How much?”

“·················ogue.”

As Izumi shot, she said as Mine pulled her body behind her.

“It’s scary if you look at it like that. Well then, except for the relationship with Kamiya-san. how is it?”

“·················ogue.”

“Our readers are not interested in the relationship between the two. It’s just my personal interest, so I don’t intend to publish an article.”

“If you leave that part out, that’s fine.”

“Oh, really?”

Mine was delighted and took her camera and notebook out of her bag.

“Are you going to take a picture?”

“Well, if you’re having trouble with your face, I’ll take the picture without the face.”

“·················ogue.”

“I promise. really.”

“······good.”

She answered and nodded her head.

I didn’t know something, but when I got here, it felt like her fine hair was dried. However, for now, she promised a brief interview and the priority was to listen.

“Now tell me. Why the hell did you go?”

* * *

“What? Did you send something like that?”

When I asked in surprise, Seon-hee nodded her head.

No matter how interesting the match between the two was, she asked Mine to do such a favor.

More than that, it’s no longer a woman who has raised her fighting power like that with just one picture like that.

Anyway, it is also unusual that she reacted to Seon-hee’s unknown behavior.

Maybe the real reason she copied Seonhee’s manga was because she was envious.

Of course, the last time I saw him, he seemed to hate us, so it’s hard to say for sure.

Whatever happened, Seon-hee’s intentions worked, and the fight between the two became more exciting.

Anyway, it’s a secret, so I’m thankful that you tell me this.

But Seon-hee handed me the boy’s magazine.

What did you do, boy Tsubasa?

“Why?”

“Last chapter with author comments.”

“What is there?”

“Read it.”

What do you mean written here?

He tilted his head and turned to the last page.

And looking at the articles, I see the name Migami Eiko there.

Did I mention that Migami Eiko was her pen name?

Anyway, I looked at the author’s comments written there.

Huh?

[Thank you. And thank you. Thanks to you, I was empowered. I will try to become a rival.]

“…are you writing this to you?”

Seonhee nodded her head at my question.

“maybe.”

this is won

He scratched his head and couldn’t help but laugh.

Dragon Soup (1)

Even when the summer was heating up with numerous street protests, the studio was still busy working on the manuscript.

Of course, it’s a Japanese room. The air conditioner is running, so no one suffers from the heat.

Then Park So-mi sniffed her nose and made an impression.

“Oh, my nose is hot. Are you going to fire tear gas again nearby?”

At that, Ki-cheol Kim smiled leisurely and said.

“I’m used to it these days, so what is this, okay?”

“Still, I’m scared because there are so many protests.”

Cha Mi-jeong said with a worried expression.

“James said he went to the protests again.”

“Really? And what if you get hurt?”

“I almost got caught by the police wearing a high bar and jeans while standing near people on the street saying ‘Abolition of Hoheon’.”

At that sound, Silver reflexively threw the words out.

“Hey, that kid really! Because what you’re doing is really stupid.”

“Well, he was so quick that he seemed to be able to outrun the police.”

Silver nodded his head with a persuasive expression on Kim Ki-cheol’s words.

“Well, he’s not one to be caught easily.”

“In my own words, when I was in high school, I heard that I was first in the school 100 meters. He almost went to the national championships.”

Silver snorted at Somi Park’s words.

“Do you believe that? Before that child, I heard that there was even a scout offer from a prestigious soccer high school.”

I’ve heard a few more besides that.

Well, the truth is out there.

“By the way, I’m worried because the atmosphere in the whole country is so bloody these days.”

At Kim Ki-cheol’s words, the others nodded their heads.

“Really. I’m afraid to go out on the main road these days. It is full of policemen with shields everywhere.”

“Yes. I was walking down the street a while ago and the police checked my ID. How scared were you? If you say something wrong, you’re in the mood to hit.”

Silver was fed up with those words.

“What, that much? I am always there.”

It’s because you’re ugly.

Others are making faces that seem to think like me.

Well, he claims to be good-looking, so I can’t just say it out loud.

In any case, it is clear that the whole country is in a very bad mood.

Because of next year’s Olympics, the broadcast always feels bright.

It’s me, I know roughly how the world works, so I’m not worried about it, but the fishermen are different.

If I don’t do comics, I’m worried about the unsettling situation.

In addition, if you look at the news about the arms race between the Soviet Union and the United States, there are often conversations about whether the whole world will be destroyed in the 21st century.

Most of the things that make us forget the reality are news about Japan.

In times when information is not circulating smoothly, news from Japan often feels like news from a distant world.

As such, Korea now blocks information about Japan, and is particularly strict about culture.

Of course, although it seems that comics and music often come through the dark path.

Because it was connected with Uriya publishing house, I had more access to Japanese information than other people, so it was better.

In addition, the fishermen sometimes ask Jiro and Michiko who visits him personally.

Anyway, while I was immersed in such miscellaneous thoughts, Daebong Lee came into the studio.

“Hello everyone! Oh, that’s cool.”

Lee Dae-bong, who had come in in a hurry, gave a brief greeting and ran in front of the air conditioner, revealing his stomach. Then he fluttered his t-shirt, giving him a soul-drenched look.

“Ugh, it’s heaven. heaven. Ooh, that’s cool.”

“Hey, don’t smoke and wash!”