1983 Past Life Manga King

Of course, I don’t know if that will happen someday, but I have no intention of doing so right now.

Anyway, when I gave her a silly look, she hurriedly started her explanation.

“No, actually. Rumors have been circulating in the publishing house for some time now.”

“Are there any rumors?”

“Hey, Mr. Sunny may move to another publishing house. What is it?”

“Another publisher? Where are you?”

“It’s obvious. The head of this industry.”

“Boy Jump?”

“······Yeah. Rumors like that were going around without knowing it.”

That’s crazy.

Boy heroes are also doing well now, so why are you suddenly going there?

There wasn’t really any contact.

Of course, just because I made contact doesn’t mean I want to go.

“Recently, the teacher’s works have been hit consecutively, so rumors like that suddenly started to circulate.”

Then she talked about the rumors that had recently circulated within the publishing house.

So, the time when the rumors first started to circulate was when the Persona of Despair was serialized for a long time.

At that time, within the editorial department of a manga magazine other than a boy hero, there was a story that ‘Sunny and Shueisha met separately.’

However, most of them said it was nonsense and just passed on it, but after a while, another similar story came out from another editorial department.

As a result, there were rumors that ‘it might be real’ among the employees, and it seems that the story spread without knowing it.

As fake news keeps circulating, it seems that they have come to believe it is real.

Anyway, that’s why Michiko reacted like that.

But at the same time, it was also questionable.

If that happened, why didn’t Jiro tell me about it?

Reporter Michiko, who slept as I thought with a puzzled expression, opened her eyes and looked at me and asked.

“Why? Please? Is it real? Have you met Boy Jump?”

She said those words, distracting her thoughts.

“You just said no.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Maybe it was because of my tantrums, Michiko flinched and pretended to shove his neck like a tortoise.

She looked at me and took a deep breath and said.

“If there were such rumors, why wouldn’t Akagi-san say anything?”

At that, Michiko pulled her hair out and responded quickly.

“Actually, I’m curious about that too. When those rumors were just starting to circulate, I asked my senior. Really?”

“Then what?”

“I can’t, I am.”

Saying so, she greatly expanded her nose and was excited.

“It’s good to trust the cartoonist you’re in charge of, I mean. But, I couldn’t understand why he was so carefree. So I just asked. ‘Aren’t you really worried about seniors? If people keep talking about facts that aren’t there, they can become the truth.’ Because she was absurdly saying, ‘It’s not like it’s not.’ It’s frustrating.”

Saying so, he pounded his chest.

Then, conscious of the fact that I was looking at him, I tucked her neck under her shoulder again.

“So, I’m not saying I didn’t trust the teacher.”

“understood.”

“Yeah?”

“If such a rumor had circulated, I think I would have been like Kawada-san. It’s my responsibility, but it’s true that Akagi-san was a bit savvy.”

At those words, Michiko inflated her cheeks.

“Akagi-senpai is a bit like that, but she is still reliable. I’m sure your teachers will believe that too.”

What, are you mad at what I said?

He has a surprisingly easy-to-understand personality, so he smiles.

“Why are you laughing?”

“no. I just thought it was fun.”

“···········?”

As Michiko tilted her head, Kyunghee approached with a tray.

I put my coffee cup down, and then I put the coffee cup down in front of Michiko as well. Then she asked her.

“Kawada-san, three or three, right?”

“Oh, yes. three three is right Thank you.”

Michiko smiled as she accepted the coffee that Kyunghee offered.

She will only become a slave to coffee at the coffee shop, Michiko, too.

She’s hagi. She’s been eating in and out countless times over the years, so it’s only natural.

Then she sips her coffee and nods her head in satisfaction. She then asked as she turned to Kyunghee.

“By the way, it’s a center exam in a little while.”

“Centre exam?”

“It’s a university entrance exam.”

Kyung-hee, who understood only then, nodded her head.

“Ah, we call it the scholastic ability test.”

“i See. Anyway, you must be very busy right now.”

At that, she takes a seat next to Michiko with a look like a fish that Kyunghee meets in water and sits down.

Oh, this is disturbing.

“So. I’m losing weight these days because of the stress of the entrance exam. Because I think high school is so hard.”

After saying that, she began to lament in earnest.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

I’m not that smart, but because of Seon-hee, I study harder with a sense of responsibility. My older sister, who is taking the exam with the GED, is studying better, so that’s a burden.

Anyway, I’m really talking about what I’ve accumulated over the years.

Because of that, the fishermen in the studio are grinning and laughing.

The fishermen seem to understand Japanese quite well, thanks to their hard work in studying Japanese these days. However, because Kim Dal-Bu does not know Japanese well, she is only making a puzzled expression.

Perhaps sooner or later, Kim Dal-Bu will also start studying Japanese in earnest.

Because of this atmosphere, everyone seems to have started studying Japanese.

Anyway, Michiko, who fits well with Kyung-hee’s inclination, made a lot of fuss with each other.

“I understand. Center exams in Japan are really tough. My mother was also very obsessed with school education, so my high school years were very difficult.”

As he said that, his whole body was trembling as he recalled the memories of that time.

“Mom, was that so? It must have been harder than it was for me.”

Thanks to this, there was a reverse phenomenon in which Kyunghee comforted Michiko.

The two of them chatted for a while over a cup of coffee, and then Kyunghee got up from the sofa.

“Then let’s talk about it, you two.”

“Yeah.”

The coffee was cold.

very cold

You don’t know how to rot an ax in a real storm chatter.

It’s ridiculous and I can’t help but laugh.

It was only after Kyung-hee left her seat that Michiko looked at me and nodded her head.

“Anyway, I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but I’ll tell the boss myself.”

Ugh, now I have come a long way and returned to the original story.

“Yeah. Yes please.”

Then suddenly, Michiko tilted her head to see what came to mind.

“uh? But why did you suddenly make such a request to me? Akagi-senpai is in charge.”

Did you just realize that it was strange?

She held back her laughter and opened her mouth.

“Yeah, I heard that Kawada-san is the boss’s nephew.”

Michiko was taken aback by those words.

“How did you know that? Did you hear from Akigi-senpai?”

“no. Akagi-san didn’t say anything.”

“of course?”

“I have an informant that I often meet.”

“Information? Are you a spy?”

“I’m not saying I’m a spy, but I’m just a person who handles a lot of information related to this.”

“Who are you?”

“Because it’s a secret.”

I can’t say that I’m Atsuko Mine of the weekly rumors.

She didn’t have to ask Jiro anyway, as she knew Michiko was the nephew of Mitsuda Shoten’s president anyway.

Especially because I know how inefficient the Japanese-style reporting is.

A step-by-step reporting approach is time-consuming and can involve many people in the process.

While I was thinking about it, Michiko clapped her hands in admiration.

“Wow, as expected, Tengen-sensei is different. I don’t know many people in the company yet.”

To say that, it seems a bit pretentious.

She was supposed to be her maternal uncle before, but hastily changed to her boss.

But really, there aren’t many people in the company that you know?

Maybe she’s mistaken herself?

As such doubts surfaced, Michiko snapped her finger and said.

“Anyway, I’ll make a seat for you. You just have to trust me.”

“Yeah. thank you.”

*

She entered a small restaurant near her house.

Originally, I was going to visit Japan in person, but I was surprised that the president of Mitsuda Shoten would come to a restaurant near my house.

She is still the head of a publishing company, and she was a little surprised when she said that she would come to Korea even though she was just a cartoonist and I asked to meet him.

Maybe she’s her nephew Michiko gets a lot of her prettiness.

She went into the restaurant just in time for her appointment with him anyway.

It’s a small restaurant, and it’s lunch time, so it’s crowded.

Then I saw a middle-aged man raising his hand from one corner.

She looks similar to Mitsuda Shoten’s president, Mitsuda Hiroyuki, whom she had seen in pictures before.

As he approached it, he stood up. Then he reached out to me

“nice to meet you. My name is Mitsuda Hiroyuki, Mr. Tengen.”

“Ah yes. Good morning.”

She took his hand and she looked at him.

I heard that he is in his late 40s, but he looks younger than his age.

He has a face that will be remembered because of his clear features, but he also seems to have charisma.

Anyway, I shook hands with him and sat down.

“I made a cod soup. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I like.”

“Fortunately, the.”

Saying so, people put on a nice smile.

I heard from Jiro that he is like a tiger among executives, but it was surprising that he seemed like a comfortable style.

“In the meantime, I was supposed to see you once, but I couldn’t. Sorry.”

“no. Fine. You must be busy, but I am even more sorry that you came to visit me in person.”

“no. By the way, I was about to come because I had business to do in Korea.”

As soon as I said hello, I brought up the main topic.

“I want to make Samsara’s own manga magazine, how about it?”

Samsara Multiverse (4)

President Hiroyuki was surprised by my words.

“Samsara, are you talking about a standalone manga magazine?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know what you mean, could you please explain?”

“Yeah.”

After answering that, I began to explain what I was thinking.

“I want to expand Samsara’s worldview. The main story has come to an end, and the story I wanted to tell has come to an end. However, the editor in charge said that the reaction of the fans was that it was a pity that it ended like this.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that too.”

Oh, it even reached the boss’ ears.

It’s surprising.

“However, I have already started other comics, and I cannot afford to focus on Samsara. Of course, the manga is more like the story than the story.”

“I am well aware that you are still busy with serializing Pasiencia and Dark Princess.”

“…you know a lot.”

“Ahaha, yes. My son loves it as well as me.”

“Ah.”

“Besides, the teacher is the writer that our publishers are paying the most attention to, so it is natural for them to be interested.”

It is quite different from the first impression or hearing.

Anyway, as soon as he finished speaking, I continued the story again.

“Anyway, there are requests for Samsara right now, but there’s not much I can do about it. However, there is a way to keep Samsara going.”

“···········?”

“Other people are making Samsara’s story.”

“Other people?”

“Yeah. Other cartoonists are making the world of Samsara. Of course, it expands the worldview that has been created so far.”

At those words, President Hiroyuki’s expression changed strangely.

With a face that doesn’t know what he’s thinking, he looks down for a moment and taps his cheek with his finger.

Then he immediately looked at me.