Comic cheating, dream-eating life

The promised person of Tiga is a native villager in the village.

Amoyin guessed it was Diggle. Diggle was a local with super powers. In order to become stronger, he usually practiced hard outside.

They just came back at this time, flying a simple aircraft like a glider. With their hands clasped together, they could send out Qigong waves to attack the dinosaur monsters that came to destroy them.

However, this kind of glider was of no use and was quickly shot down.

After the crash, Diggle started a fierce battle with the two younger brothers of the Dark Side.

With the support of the female rogue Maholoba and the defense team, justice defeated evil, and both younger brothers were eliminated.

…

Nan Siji suddenly asked: "Who do you think can become Tiga?"

Yakumo said hesitantly: "The person who transformed into Tiga should be Amoyin."

Tianma was very confused, "Why?"

"It must be Amoyin." Karasuma nodded.

Nan Siji smiled slightly, "The person who inherits Di Jiaguang is Amu Yin."

The person who has been looking for Tiga is Amoyin.

Every time he looked into the distance, looking for hope.

"Hmm," Tianma nodded, "Does it feel like an imperial decree?"

…

The leader of the dark side, along with the dark demon Degufu and the dinosaur monster, found the pyramid where Tiga was located.

Just like five thousand years later, before Tiga fully recovered, he was dealt with one step ahead.

Tiga, who transformed from Xiaoyi, was no match for Degufu. In the end, he had no choice but to use Zeppeliao to defeat the dinosaur monster.

Dagu's genes, which did not want to become light, caused him to only transform into the weakest Tiga at 20 meters.

Deguff kicked Xiaoyi away with one kick. If Diggle hadn't stopped Deguff for a moment with a Qigong wave, Xiaoyi would have been reduced to mince.

It’s just that the divine light stick is still at Degouf’s feet.

Maholoba hesitated, and then a figure flashed past. He picked up the magic stick from Degufu's feet. It was Amoyin.

He held the divine light stick and sensed the stone statue of Tiga.

Finally, he twisted his waist and used the correct posture to transform into Tiga!

40 meters of Tiga.

"Oh!" Tsukamoto Tenma cheered.

At this time, there was a sound from the door of Tsukamoto's living room, a familiar voice coming closer and closer.

"Sister Sang, are there guests...?"

By the time he finished speaking, he had entered the living room.

"Harima..."

Tsukamoto Tenma looked at him, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh...Tsukamoto-san."

Harima Kenji, who was even stronger than when he was in school, felt at a loss.

The person who skillfully enters the Tsukamoto family is Harima Kenji.

He looked at Tsukamoto Tenma with pear blossoms and rain, and his calm state of mind was instantly broken.

Harima stammered and asked, "Why... why are you crying?"

Tenma wiped away his tears and said with a happy smile: "I'm really happy, as if I'm back in the past again. Long time no see, Harima-kun."

Harima Kenji felt relieved, "Ah, long time no see, Tsukamoto-san."

…

There is one more person drinking.

Harima Kenji came close to Karasuma Oji and asked in a low voice: "Karasuma, are you all healed of your illness?"

Karasuma Ohji nodded: "Well, Harima..."

Looking at Harima Quan'er, he didn't speak for a while.

Harima Quan'er asked curiously: "What?"

Karasuma Ohji took a deep breath, "Thank you."

Harima was still confused, "Why?"

Karasuma Ohji hesitated, "Thank you for sending Tenma to me."

"Tch, I'm not doing it for you." Harima Quan'er shook his head.

After Nan Shiki patted his palms lightly to attract their attention, he looked at the two sisters who were looking at Tiga seriously, and asked Harima Kenji with a bit of gossip: "What's going on between you and Tsukamoto Yakumo? Another person's toothbrush in the bathroom Is it yours?"

Harima Fist had just taken a sip of wine, and when he heard these words, he coughed violently.

"That, that. Well, yes, after returning to Lost God City, there was no place to stay, so Yakumo asked me to stay temporarily."

Nan Siji was extremely disappointed, "That's it?"

Harima Kenji said confidently, "Yes!"

"Harimo-san," Karasuma Ohji said suddenly, "I will marry Tenma in the early spring of next year."

Harima Kenji was stunned.

"Okay," Karasuma said seriously, "I will make Tenma happy."

"Why are you...the person Tianma likes..."

Karasuma said: "That's it, so it's time to wake up."

…

New Year party.

As soon as he entered the hall, he heard Shinta Fukuda making a fuss.

Yujiro Hattori didn't tell him about the popular manga artist's short story festival because "Racer Driver Giri" was very popular.

"Teachers Aizuma and Haru, Xia Qiu, whose grades are above "giri", are all participating! Are you telling me that the short story festival is not important?"

While they were noisy, many more people came one after another.

Acheng Mumengye was as silent as Nan Shiki.

The combination of Akina Aiko and Aoki Kurenai decided to write a short love story.

I don’t know which nerve is wrong, but my new wife Eiji is also planning to draw a love manga.

Zuo Zuomu heard the noise and came over. He learned that Hiramaru and Arai were also going to draw a love story, so he raised his eyebrows and made a decision.

"It's very interesting. This time it's not a short story by a popular cartoonist, but a short love story by a popular cartoonist. After all the love short stories are published, we will use a reader survey to see whose one is more interesting."

Yajo Mumenye was struck by lightning, and Majo asked the silent Nanshiki tremblingly: "Is Chunxiaqiu also going to draw a love story?"

"It doesn't matter," Nanshiki spread his hands, looked at the cartoonists who had no experience in love, and laughed sarcastically: "It's a pity that it's too easy to get the first place like this."

Hiramaru Ichiya was drunk, and when he heard that he had no experience in love, he knelt on the ground and cried. ♡♢  ♦♦

"It's really not nice," Akina Aiko shook her hair angrily, and said to Hiramaru angrily: "Is love so important? You have to be the number one cartoonist, it's so shameful!"

"Akina teacher!" Hiramaru hugged Akina Aiko's legs and refused to let go.

"What did you say!" Fukuda Shinta panted and grabbed Nan Shiki's collar: "I am the Romeo of Hiroshima, how could I not have been in love?"

"Hahaha," Nan Shiki laughed: "If you say so, then so."

Fukuda let go of his hand and clenched his fist, "It's even more infuriating!"

"Teacher Chun Xiaqiu!" Nizuma Eiji suddenly shouted excitedly: "I just realized you are here too! "The Ancient Resurrection of the Giant" is really interesting, but it's a pity that there is no comic version."

Nan Shiki walked over, "I have the storyboard."

"Oh!"

...

After declining the second party, Nan Shiki breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the hotel.

Under the light, Cang Shuhong stood there pretty.

Seeing Nan Siji's sight, she opened her red hands from the cold: "Teacher Chun Xia Qiu, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Nan Siji walked over, looked at her red nose, and said quickly: "Go sit in my car, I have air conditioning in my car."

Cang Shuhong smiled and said: "Okay."

Sitting in the car, Nan Siji turned on the air conditioning to the maximum.

Cang Shuhong took out a package from his backpack and handed it to Nan Siji.

"What is this?"

"New Year's gift."

"Can I open it?"

"Of course."

Unpacking the package, there were blue-gray gloves with five fingers exposed, with fine stitches.

Cang Shuhong said embarrassedly: "Teacher Chun Xia Qiu seems to have been doing autograph sessions recently, and the weather is getting colder, so..."

"Ah," Nan Siji nodded blankly.

Cang Shuhong said, "I knitted this myself. Is it a bit old-fashioned to give such a gift now?"

Nan Siji touched the gloves and seemed to feel the warmth. After he put them on, he whispered, "This is the best gift I have received this year."

Cang Shuhong smiled, "That's good."

After a long silence, the car became hotter and hotter.

Cang Shuhong plucked up the courage, "Teacher Chun Xia Qiu, I!"

Nan Siji suddenly interrupted, "I am a very bad person myself."

"How can I be a bad person?"

"I like this and that. I have delayed myself and others."

"..."

"Teacher Cang Shuhong, thank you."

...

Half a month later, Zuo Zuomu was transferred to "Bi Sheng jumk".

"Dream Eater" also began serialization in "Bi Sheng jumk".

The editor in charge of "Dream Eater" is still the editor of "First Ultraman".

In the editorial department of "Bi Sheng jumk", Zuo Zuomu looked at the monthly sales table.

The peak sales volume was 970,000 copies when the first Ultraman was serialized, and it has fallen back to 830,000 copies now.

"The next issue of "Must-Win Jumk" will print 1 million copies for the first time."

Zuo Zuomu pondered for a long time and said to the deputy editor-in-chief of "Must-Win Jumk".

"This?" The deputy editor-in-chief hesitated.

"Any questions?" Zuo Zuomu frowned and asked.

The deputy editor-in-chief gritted his teeth, "I know!"

After leaving, he glanced at the editor-in-chief's office and shook his head.

"I am really confident about Chunxiaqiu, but the monthly sales volume of "Must-Win Jumk" is only 970,000 copies at most, and that was when the first generation and Ultraman Tiga joined forces.

If there is too much backlog of inventory, then..."

...

On February 13, "Must-Win Jumk" was sold.

The cover shows the appearance of Tian Hai Sai Gao drawing comics.

"Oh! This is the magazine that serializes "Dream Eater"!"

"Found it!"

"Here it is!"

Kobayashi searched for a long time and finally got "Bi Sheng Jumk" in a crowded place.

After paying, he sat on a bench by the roadside and read it eagerly.

...

In the afternoon, the deputy editor-in-chief called the dealer to inquire about the sales situation.

"Very bad!"

"Is it really overstocked?"

"What are you talking about? It's almost sold out."

"Huh?"

1 million copies of "Bi Sheng Jumk" were sold out in just 3 days, and they had to start a second photocopy.

Nan Shiki looked at the comments online.

"Because it is the work of Mr. Chun Xiaqiu, I must buy it."

"The comics are very interesting, so what about the next plot?"

"Please draw it quickly, it's urgent, very urgent."

"My dream is to become a cartoonist. Seeing the male protagonists struggling and working hard, I am also very touched."

"It turns out that you have to use a G pen to draw comics. I learned it!"

Not only comments, but also private messages were flooded.

Nan Siji had nothing to do, so he read the first one.

"Hello, Teacher Chun Xia Qiu.

I am not talented enough, but I have created works that surpass Dragon Ball, but unfortunately I can't draw comics.

Now I give you a chance to cooperate with me. It’s now time to surpass Eiichiro Oda and Akira Toriyama.

Of course, the split must be 3\\/7, 7 for me and 3 for you.

Please contact me as soon as possible and I won't wait until late. "

Nan Siji was stunned: "It's really imaginative."

70% of it belongs to other people.

After laughing, Nan Siji looked at the next item.

This is a comic drawn by a reader, allowing Nan Jiji to set things right.

The content is that on a rainy day, the heroine holds an umbrella and waits anxiously.

He is still very immature in terms of formatting and painting, but you can see his hard work.

Nan Siji circled around to explain to him, but to his surprise, the other party responded immediately.

"Thank you, teacher. There is more here..."

After some explanation, 10 minutes passed.

"Because I draw comics alone, I have a lot of troubles. I really bother you."

…

When Koji Yoshida walked into the study room, he saw Minami Shiki playing on the computer with a satisfied smile on his face.

"How are the works of the popular author's Love Comic Short Story Festival going? They should be handed over to me before March 20th."

Worried that Minami Shiki would learn bad things and become Hiramaru Kazuya, Yoshida's voice was a little anxious.

"Here comes Editor-in-Chief Yoshida," Nan Shiki's eyes lit up: "When you come to my humble home, the plum blossoms will shine brightly."

"Deputy Editor-in-Chief, I'm still a deputy, hehehehehe." As he said this, the corners of his mouth grew wider and wider.

Southern Seasons preaches, “It will happen one day.”

"Right," Yoshida said a little excitedly, "But what about the comics? I want to see the comics."

At this time, I am also focusing on comics.

Nan Siji took out a storyboard.

"It turns out that the painting has been completed," Yoshida took it and whispered softly: ""Sunday on campus"?"

"Give it back to me!" Nan Siji was shocked, and then took back the storyboard.

Yoshida curiously looked at the storyboard in Minami Shiki's hand, and said regretfully: "The name is quite good, it looks like a romance manga."

Nan Shiji explained: "This is the comic I warned myself about, and the one participating in the short story festival is another one."

He took out another storyboard, extracted the contents, carefully compared it, and then handed it to Yoshida.

Regarding "Day on Campus", Yoshida is even more curious. I wonder what content makes Spring, Summer and Autumn so nervous?

[To be honest, I have been using the Changing Source app recently to read and catch up on updates. It allows me to switch sources and read aloud with many different sounds. It can be used on both Android and Apple. 】

But let’s look at this one for now.

The name on the document bag is - "Forest of Fireflies".

…

In early April, as the signature character of "JUMK" and the most popular cartoonist at this stage, Nan Shiji's love short story must be the first one.

Cang Shuhong looked at the comics absentmindedly, still recalling "Thank you" in her mind.

"Is it rejected? It's my intention."

"What does it mean to have many people you like?"

Wanting to ask, Cang Shuhong picked up the phone, but put it down tangledly.

"Oh, let's read the comics first."

The story starts when the heroine is 6 years old.

It was a summer day, with cicadas chirping on the branches, and she got lost in the forest where a mountain god was said to live.

I couldn't find the exit and was exhausted.

When she was crying in despair, what appeared in front of her was a young man with crisp white hair wearing a fox mask.

Finally seeing someone, she stepped on her short legs and sprinted to pounce on him.

It's a pity that the boy avoided him.