Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

Of course, although the mid-life crisis has not come, Tomosuke Takegami has to face another storm that is difficult to ignore:

Counting his fingers, the man has not brought out a bright enough newcomer for two years, and he has not promoted a work that is hot enough.

Performance slowly declined from the peak, and a faint sense of crisis emerged... Takegami Tomosuke, who understood that people in middle age are afraid of things going wrong outside, naturally paid great attention to this call with All, and hoped that he would To be able to join his own team and shine.

"...I hope Teacher All can make the right choice in the end."

After talking to himself like this, stretching, and simply squinting for 2 minutes, the man stood up again, ending his leisurely rest time.

Looking at the mountains of manuscripts piled up at his workstation, the figurines scattered everywhere, the photo albums everywhere, and the bucket of instant noodles that he forgot to throw away after soaking last night, the man simply packed them away while thinking about the pen name in his mind. The boy who said "all" was somewhat amused by his words.

Although the chat with All just now was quite serious, and quite a bit like an adult talking to a high school student... there is no doubt that Takegami Tomosuke was actually quite excited inside, even to the point of being so excited that he wanted to jump. The degree to which it rises.

.......Spirituality and technology are soaring together, and a talented boy whose level is comparable to that of a popular cartoonist is actually touched by him. This is a very happy thing: as long as All chooses him as his next Editor, Tomosuke Takegami's work will once again be on the right track, his status within the company will be raised back to the previous level, and the embarrassing situation of not having any hits for two years will disappear and become the song of yesterday——

Thinking of this, the man's expression that had been deliberately tense finally became a little unbearable, and a smile leaked out of his side.

And it is at this moment.

An unharmonious voice sounded at this moment:

"......Mr. Takegami?"

Sitting next to Tomosuke Takegami at the desk, the Mediterranean editor, who had been wondering what this man was thinking, couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly:

"Why did you suddenly giggle...What are you thinking about?"

"Cough, sorry."

Realizing that his expression was slightly rude, the man also turned around and looked at his old coworker with a clear voice:

"I'm not dead."

"Really......"

Seeing Tomosuke Takegami's expression, the Mediterranean editor turned his head.

As if he meant something, after a moment of silence, Mediterranean beside Takegami continued to speak:

"...Speaking of which, in the recent comic competition, the top three authors on the list are not easy to come by - especially All, who is on the top of the list, can actually use such a controversial plot and tell a story so brilliantly. story. Putting aside some readers' selection and novelty settings, I am almost certain: as long as all's future editor can control his illness and give all the guidance to strive for, then he will definitely be able to witness the birth of a legend and achieve peak performance. .”

"...That's right."

Hearing the words "Mediterranean", Takegami Tomosuke looked wary:

"Why, Mr. Sakuraba seems to have something to say when he suddenly said this."

"Haha...how could that happen?"

Editor Sakuraba, who has thin hair, has a smile on her face and a kind voice, but the thorn in her words is quite obvious:

"I'm just stating the facts... Although All is extremely talented, his abstract brushwork is not something that ordinary people can control - if some men who have passed their prime want to win the competition, For characters whose ranks don’t match, you have to be careful about the backlash.”

"........"

Hearing the yin and yang of Editor Sakuraba, a veteran with outstanding achievements, towards him, Takegami Tomosuke didn't say much, he just cleared the desk and continued reviewing manuscripts.

However, even if he was placed in this way, Sakuraba Laoden still had no intention of stopping.

I saw his smiling face, flipping through the latest issue of Young Jump, using his dry accent, and transformed into the Governor of Dongchang on the spot:

"Speaking of which, there are many senior editors and talented juniors with good performance in our editorial department who also want to skip the complicated process and use their personal mobile phone numbers to call All in advance to communicate about the new work... ....But there is nothing we can do about it. After all, others are talented and have the ability to choose editors, but you may not necessarily agree with some people on a first-come, first-served basis——"

"I see."

Putting down the manuscript in his hand, Takegami Tomosuke's expression changed from excitement to calmness.

He just looked at the old man Sakuraba who was about the same age as him, ranging from young to middle-aged, and couldn't help but sneeze at him.

".......What do you mean?"

Seeing Takegami Tomosuke's reaction, Sakuraba's expression changed slightly:

"Don't you use a handkerchief to cover your sneezes? I never thought that after so many years, your tutor has deteriorated to this extent——"

"You're wrong, Sakuraba."

Takegami Tomosuke waved his hand with a calm expression:

"Your hair floated over just now and made my nose itch."

"...review your manuscript."

Being poked in a painful spot, Sakuraba Laoden put on his hood and covered his hairless head——

The undercurrent is surging, and the young jump, which is facing high-pressure competition overtly and covertly, is still in constant operation.

Let’s put our perspective back to Toyama Prefecture.

"......call."

He slumped up from the sofa and watched the clock in the living room fall to eleven o'clock. The boy realized that he had missed breakfast again and had arrived at noon time.

...Although he felt vaguely annoyed that he had not been able to stick to the good habit of eating three meals a day, he remembered that there was still half a bag of fried chicken in the refrigerator, and the young man who was tempted by the half-finished product began to feel happy.

A happy mood represents the beginning of a good day. After tidying up her clothes and washing her face to wake herself up, Mochizuki walked to the kitchen while scrolling through her mobile phone, thinking about how to use that old oil to train, train, and teach that cold bang. Tough fried chicken——

However, when the boy saw the string of missed calls, his good mood changed subtly at this moment.

"what is this......."

Watching the unknown numbers coming one after another, Mochizuki was quite confused:

"Scam call? Or harassing call?"

After checking all the phone numbers of his few friends to confirm that these numbers were not so-called acquaintances, the young man added these phone numbers to the blacklist without even thinking about it.

"...Although I don't understand what's going on, it's better to block it first."

The young man thought so in his heart, and his mood did not waver at all. He did not consider that these missed calls were actually made by some editors using their personal mobile phones in order to win over him——

"After all, editor Takegami has already approached me. It's impossible for another editor to come and take advantage of me."

I thought that I had become a member of Tomosuke Takegami after that phone call. Mochizuki said to himself and threw the phone aside. He successfully ignored that it was always filled with 99+ spam messages on weekdays, but today it was uncharacteristically collected. Looking at the text box where several editors sent private messages to me, I started to heat up the oil and experience the life of a chef.

And it was just when the boy had just put on his apron and was ready to support himself.

The cell phone that was thrown aside began to ring.

"......?"

Mochizuki's expression froze slightly, and he thought that he had not blocked all the harassing calls. He picked up the phone - but when he saw that the caller was not someone else but Kasumi Takegami, the boy's expression became clear.

After picking up the phone and putting it to his ear, Mochizuki's voice remained the same as before:

"Hello, Mochizuki-"

"Student Mochizuki?"

On the other end of the phone, the voice of the little president Gouyan came:

"Are you free today? I want to meet you alone to talk about comics."

"...Sure, I'm making chicken."

Unpacking the package, Mochizuki was tossing the semi-finished fried chicken while holding his mobile phone:

"Don't worry, my cooking skills have become so good that everyone in Michelin must call me an expert. If you have time, can you come to my house and taste it with me?"

Before Mochizuki could finish his words.

With a plop, all the violence was unleashed at this moment.

To Kasumi Takegami's ears, the voice from Mochizuki Ri's side was like a violent storm: the roar of thunder exploded in a low and dull manner at first, causing the crackling sound to gradually increase in volume, becoming chaotic and disorderly. In an instant, it was drowned out. The boy's words...

Through this loud sound, a miraculous scene suddenly appeared in front of the little president Dog Eyes: the silent clouds once again spit out a dazzling and tragic fire, and thunder sounded, echoing in the mountains for a long time; when the thunder stopped, Another slender, zigzag-shaped electric light penetrated lower above the head like a sharp sword.The terrifying flashing electric sparks quickly shot straight towards the ground. The thick electric light hit the viaduct heavily. When it came into contact with the cement wall, countless sparks burst out, bursting into flames and soaring into the sky——

"Student Mochizuki!"

Feeling this terrifying change, Takegami Kasumi's voice became urgent:

"What's wrong over there! Why is it so noisy? Do you want me to call an ambulance-"

"Ahem...I'm fine..."

After the terrifying sound of lightning and thunder, Mochizuki's frightened voice slowly sounded:

"I was chatting with you just now. I forgot that the fried chicken was not defrosted, so I just threw it into the pan and fried it..."

"...?"

"Anyway, in short, let's meet up at my house first, and I'll think about what to do."

69. New comic project: "Chainsaw Man"

"......Mochizuki-san."

Wearing a pink helmet and a pulley on her feet, she parked steadily downstairs of Mochizuki's house. The dog-eyed girl couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly and looked at the complicated expression of the young man in front of her:

"If possible, I hope you can remind me before cooking. It doesn't matter if I hang up the phone early."

".......Yes."

The young man who had just messed up the kitchen just now was hanging his head like a child who had done something wrong, accepting criticism and correction from Mr. Takegami——

Of course, a good teacher never has the heart to deliberately make things difficult for his students. Seeing Mochizuki's appearance, the dog-eyed girl just sighed and did not continue to comment too much on Mochizuki's alchemy bombing of the kitchen:

"....Okay, don't be downcast. It was just a cooking mistake. Don't feel so frustrated."

"No, it's too embarrassing."

Still in shock, Mochizuki shook his head dully and said with deep words:

"Unexpectedly, a whole year has passed and I still haven't crossed the threshold of the kitchen——"

"It doesn't matter if you haven't crossed over...Don't you still have Xiao Saki to help you eat meat?"

Kasumi Takegami held her chin, her amber dog eyes blinking with a faint light:

"Besides, when have you ever been good at cooking? Isn't it always like this from the past to the present?"

"... Takegami-sensei still has a wrong judgment about me. He didn't know that after training, I have become a Michelin-level chef."

Gently wiping the sweat from his forehead, he glanced at Takegami Kasumi, who was wearing casual clothes and sliding on a pulley to the door of his house. Mochizuki's voice was as calm as ever:

"I know that President Takegami has never cooked much. Here is some popular science for you: If the semi-finished frozen fried chicken sold on the market says on the package that "it does not need to be defrosted, it can be fried directly", then it can be fried directly. : Because semi-finished foods are wrapped in a layer of starch or bread crumbs, and the moisture is contained in the inner layer, which generally does not explode the oil, so from a general rational point of view, there is no problem with the logic of my operation just now, and the technology should not be questioned."

"Oh...really?"

The little president with dog eyes snorted, then smoothed down his short skirt and leaned on Mochizuki Ri's exclusive mount, the Blue Enchantress:

"If there is no problem with the operation, why was there so much movement just now?"

"...Because I forgot to defrost the fried chicken, I was a little caught off guard. In the end, the fried chicken was burnt and all the oil was used up. As a result, all the high-end carbohydrate dinner turned into black charcoal. This is something I have been lacking in cooking recently. If you fail a few times, you will never do it again next time.”

"...It's still the same."

Looking at the young man in front of him who had a dull expression but always spoke amazing words, Xiao Chengzi couldn't help but sigh:

"Okay, okay...since it's just an accident, it's lucky -"

"Aren't you hurt?"

"No, but my pot was damaged by my work. I will get a new pot in a while."

"...Since the pots are all injured at work, wouldn't it be that you can't cook anymore?"

"yes......."

While responding to the dog-eyed young president, Mochizuki's expression showed a faint gloom. After a while, the young man sighed deeply:

"What a pity. After all, I still can't let Mr. Takegami taste my cooking skills. This regret will make me feel uncomfortable for a long, long time."

".......Really?"

Leaning on the blue enchantress and holding on to the frosted car body, Takegami Kasumi couldn't help but whisper:

"Maybe in a way, it's a blessing."

"?"

"Okay, okay, don't show such an expression."

With her hands folded in front of her chest, this dog-eyed girl on a pulley looked at the destitute young man in front of her, and her voice was quite clear: