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

"Oh...it turns out that Saki-chan is so familiar with Mochizuki-san."

Gently holding her chin, as if she understood something, the dog-eyed girl also nodded silently:

"Although I really want to complain like this, after listening to what Xiao Saki said just now, the meeting between the two of you does have the cliché feeling of a youth novel——"

"I'm sorry, although I didn't mean to do it, I did forget to lock the door and started playing the guitar. It's like your favorite sloth fish teacher forgetting to defrost and throwing fried chicken into the frying pan. That's how people get off line occasionally. creature."

"Indeed it is."

Kasumi Takegami doesn't look so stupid, nor does she feel so cold - if you really want to say it, she is a bit like the cute girl next door. She may not have a distinctive personality, but she always hits the mark:

"Speaking of which, Saki-chan even forgot to tell me that Mochizuki-san is joining us for this meal... As expected, Mochizuki-san, like Saki-san, is a bit of a dull person."

"Forget it about looking at the moon...Am I really stupid?"

Gently tilting his head, letting his silver-colored hair slant down, Kurihara Saki's face with a rather rare expression showed slight doubts:

"I thought I was the image of a smart and capable strong woman."

"Yeah... I also thought I was a smart, capable and reliable man."

Saying this quite synchronously, Mochizuki sighed slowly:

"So that's it, I actually have this image in Takegami-san's mind——"

"Hey, don't be like this."

Seeing the expressions of Mochizuki and Kurihara Saki fading at the speed of light, Takegami Kasumi quickly waved her hands, her expression becoming quite embarrassed:

"I was joking... Sorry, it's my problem. Just think I didn't say it -"

"Little Chengzi, let me remind you that Mochizuki-san is just a simple otaku with slow reactions. Don't put any filters on him."

"Xiaocheng... Takegami-san, Kurihara-san's emotions and expressions are just a little slower than others. Don't ignore this just because they are friends."

"........"

Seeing the two people so in sync, Takegami Kasumi was speechless for a while.

Why do these two people fight over such trivial matters... They are not really two elementary school students who have just graduated from kindergarten, right?

"Forget it, I won't argue with Kurihara about this."

Thinking that if he really broke his mother Kurihara's guard, she would never have a chance to make a living, Mochizuki waved her hand and surrendered without a fight:

"For the sake of the delicious cookies... I forgive you, Gu."

"....Mochizuki-kun is a really eloquent person."

Putting the hamburger covered in sauce into his mouth, Takegami Kasumi asked curiously:

"But, is Mochizuki-san a solitary person? I don't think I've seen you much in school."

"Yes."

Mochizuki nodded and responded truthfully:

"And I think it's troublesome to get along with strangers - of course, if it's all familiar friends, it feels awkward to go out and socialize for a short time, as long as you can still have time to yourself in the end."

"So, has Mochizuki-san ever participated in large social events?"

Kasumi, the otaku girl, raised her puppy ears.

"No."

Mochizuki flatly denied:

"My friends don't have enough money to play Landlords, so large social events are out of the question."

"Have you considered making more friends?"

"It doesn't matter. I don't mean to exclude social interaction."

The young man's eyebrows turned: "As I said before, as long as I can have enough time to ride alone, I can play the guitar, sing, draw and draw comics - I still need some time to myself."

"Eh?"

As if he noticed a very crucial piece of information, Takegami Kasumi's amber eyes were slightly startled.

"Mochizuki-kun, do you still draw comics?"

"Occasionally I draw as a hobby."

"...Could it be that Mochizuki-san is the hidden Dachu?"

"Wrong, it's just a hobby."

"I prove that he was not humble this time either."

Kurihara Saki stabbed his adopted son in the back several times without mercy:

"His painting skills are similar to those of someone who just graduated from kindergarten. He can't even draw a round human head. Judging from his few storyless practice drafts, this young master Mochizuki has nothing but storyboards."

"What a vicious comment."

Mochizuki was heartbroken:

"I didn't expect that you, our friend, would criticize my masterpiece so sharply, without even giving me any face."

"...The main reason is that your masterpiece is really hard to praise."

Kurihara Saki's expressionless face also had two large beads of sweat:

"And you're so lazy, why don't you give the protagonist a bald head and a simple cloak instead of painting her hair and normal clothes..."

"Why do you think I'm lazy?"

Mochizuki was worried:

"Don't you think this is cool? It fits my imagination of a superhero, simple but not simple."

"So is this the reason why you can't even draw a round head?"

"Don't worry about the cartoonist's business!"

"........"

The girl in the wheelchair started arguing with the boy in the corner again.

The atmosphere also seemed a bit anxious at this moment.

However... as the president of the comics club, Ms. Takegami Kasumi still caught some key words and narrowed her eyes slightly:

“Is the protagonist a superhero or a bald one?”

This setting......why does it sound weird?

out of curiosity.

The girl gently put down the spoon and said:

"Um...Mochizuki-kun, if you don't mind, can you show me your manga?"

13. Master of simple drawings

If you want to evaluate the status of the neon comic market...Kasumi Takegami, who has been living in neon for sixteen years, would not hesitate to say "Gods fight".

Although everyone is always half-jokingly talking about the pills of the industry, the comics style is becoming more and more nerdy, the market is becoming more and more segmented, and the market seems to be becoming more and more soulless - but it is obvious that the neon comics industry is far less effective in the real world than in the real world. Other countries still have considerable advantages and occupy considerable market shares.

With the widespread popularization of mass media and the Internet, countless comics have gone out of the country and moved to more distant European and American markets. They have successfully gained influence and are carrying out powerful cultural exports around the world, influencing the development of youth of an era. .

In the eyes of Takegami Kasumi, Japanese comics are so unrestrained and full of personality, freely creating happy moments and satisfying readers' desires - and these wanton and indulgent pictures have also become the strongest power of Japanese comics, forming a The works loved by young girls have become a part of countless teenagers that are difficult to let go of.

Because of his love, Kasumi Takegami became the president of Momoyama Garden's comics club, and has always hoped to create a comic that can be published in magazines.

Although she was still very lacking in storytelling and was always criticized for being useless except for her painting style, the girl was not discouraged. She thought that she was sixteen or seventeen years old and still had time to pursue her dreams, so she took the chance. Gritting his teeth, he withstood all the incomprehensible gazes and continued to ponder the comics with his friends.

The dog-eyed girl is still very sensitive to comics - and it is precisely because of this that Kasumi Takegami did not hesitate at all, and expressed with a very serious expression that she wanted to see the original manuscript of the Bald Man with a Cloak that Mochizuki just talked about.

.... After making eye contact with Kurihara's mother for a while, Mochizuki left for a while. Within 5 minutes, he took his manuscript and handed it to the president of the comics club of his school:

"This is the original manuscript...it's very sloppily drawn. I've been practicing my form with this comic lately."

"I see."

Nodding slightly, Takegami Kasumi and Mochizuki Ri walked off the dining table together, as if discussing a confidential mission, and conspired in a low voice:

"So, this is just a practice draft?"

"It's really a practice draft."

Mochizuki directly admitted:

"Although it may be a bit verbose...but President Takegami, this comic may be far more sloppy than you think, so please be mentally prepared."

"It doesn't matter. I've been reading comics for more than ten years and I've seen all kinds of scrawled paintings."

Responding quite seriously, Takegami Kasumi held her chin and her eyes fell on the manga manuscript Mochizuki handed to her——

"'Bald Caped Man'...? This name sounds really special."

"That's right. Actually, that's not the name I thought of. This is just the code name for the first version."

"Hot-blooded boy manga?"

"Forget it, but the protagonist is invincible."

Mochizuki responded quite seriously.

"Invincible flow... This may be difficult to write. After all, the protagonist is invincible. It is difficult to create a sense of freshness, right?"

"Maybe, but I painted it out of interest, without thinking about many things in detail."

The boy didn't say much, he just handed a cup of tea to Takegami Kasumi:

"President Takegami, why don't you look through it first... If you have any opinions, please let me know. I will accept them with an open mind."

"........Um."

Hearing what Mochizuki said, Takegami Kasumi became slightly nervous.

With a vague curiosity, the girl opened the first page of the comic——

In an instant, the girl's pupils trembled.

".......Eh?"

The dog-eyed girl, who thought she would never react to the scrawled painting style, was momentarily confused.

"Wait... wait a minute?"

Even wondering if he was having a nightmare, Kasumi Takegami rubbed his eyes, and the expression on his face was instantly factorized:

"What...this, this style of painting?!"

"...Kurihara-san is right, I can't draw a round head."

"It's not just that you can't draw a round head... your style of painting is like a mudslide among all comic book authors..."

After flipping through a few pages and looking at the style of painting, Kasumi Takegami, who had been tortured by the old thief Togashi's scrawling style since childhood, began to regret his bold words just now.

.......I was wrong.

The old thief Togashi who plays mahjong all day long can still be regarded as a lazy dog, but this Mochizuki classmate really showed his strength and drew a bunch of stick figures!

Although I couldn't catch much more at a glance...but if this style of painting was really placed in a comic magazine, Kasumi Takegami would definitely have nightmares in the middle of the night.

"....Takegami-san, what's wrong?"

When he saw the dog-eyed girl in front of him looking suspicious of life, Mochizuki took some cookies from the dinner table at the right time and handed them to the girl in front of him:

"Is it difficult to see that the painting style exceeds psychological expectations? Although I am sorry, this is my best."

"Ahem...No, I didn't mean it was ugly, it's just...I suddenly thought of something very happy."

After trying hard to restrain her taut expression, the dog-eyed girl couldn't help but tremble all over:

"Although I roughly figured it out before reading the manga...but I really didn't expect that Mochizuki-san's style would be so...unique?"

"What a unique choice of words."

Mochizuki was shocked and secretly lamented that this city girl who came from Tokyo to study in Toyama City was so well-educated that she could say such beautiful words without laughing:

"I thought Takegami-san would think that I insulted the definition of comics, so they would turn into a paper shredder and smash all my manuscripts into pieces."

"...I'm not that kind of girl."