1983 Past Life Manga King

“·················ogue.”

“Are the misunderstandings cleared up now?”

“…I think I misunderstood the matter.”

“It’s not hitting, it should be wrong.”

“No matter what happens, I will definitely take the first place.”

“If that’s the case, can’t we meet in person?”

“I have no intention of going to Korea to say that.”

“okay?”

Kido laughed as she said that, and Izumi wrote her impression.

“Why do you keep smiling?”

“No, nothing. just a little… Big is nothing.”

He calmed himself down while trying to say he was cute. It was because she thought it was a little disrespectful to do it to a grown girl.

But then, Nishida, who was silently watching their conversation, asked Izumi.

“May I ask you one thing?”

At those words, Izumi’s gaze turned to Nishida.

“What?”

“Did you mobilize people to buy books because you wanted to be number one?”

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Izumi paused at that question.

Then she stared at Nishida without a word for a moment.

With a face that makes it hard to know what you’re thinking.

Nishida said to Izumi again.

“Looking at the silence, people’s suspicions seem to be true.”

“suspicion?”

“I think it’s natural to doubt that something like that happened.”

Hearing that, Izumi’s expression distorted.

“What if it was true?”

“It is, too.”

Having said that, Nishida twisted her lips. Then she pushed Izumi.

“Did you want to win first place with such a vile tactic? Do you think it would be proud to take first place like that?”

“Getting first place is proud and it doesn’t matter what.”

“Then what do you want to be first for? Money doesn’t mean much to you.”

“Yes. I don’t want to be number one for money.”

“Then what? honor? Pride?”

As Nishida urged, Izumi, who had been staring at him for a moment, crossed his arms and snorted.

“Why do I have to tell you, even if I confess all of that to you?”

“I am also serializing in the same magazine, so I think I have the right to listen.”

“no. I think that is not enough.”

Then Kido, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth.

“That’s what I’m curious about. Can you really tell me? Why did you even do that?”

“·················ogue.”

Izumi’s eyebrows fluttered several times.

At that moment, when she felt discomfort in her expression, her wife, Keydo, showed up with her car.

“I brought the car,” she said. It’s tea.”

Then she set the teacup down in front of Izumi.

Then she stopped Izumi and looked up at Mrs. Kidou. Her tall wife smiled at her like that.

“Quiet her excitement. How about drinking tea? It will change your mind.”

“······Yeah?”

“It’s not good for a woman’s skin to get excited. It’s not good for a pretty face like this to be as ugly as it is now.”

“······Ah yes. Thank you.”

As she said so, with a slightly bewildered expression, she took the teacup and brought it to her mouth. Then, after tasting her, Izumi’s eyes widened.

“No, it’s delicious.”

“right? It’s special.”

Madame Kido likes to join hands.

Mrs. Kido turned her gaze to the two who looked at her with a distance. She said and then she still smiled.

“Why don’t we just stay here for today?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you talking about, stop?”

“Because it seems a bit heavy for this girl.”

“However.”

“You know?”

“Big. Well, if you said so.”

“Nishida-sensei too.”

“Ah yes. Okay. Wife.”

Saying so, Nishida also calmed her excitement by slowly sipping her tea in front of her own.

As Izumi continues to drink her tea and gives her a relaxed look, Mrs. Kido nods her head with a satisfied look.

“Do you want tea too?”

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“I know.”

After answering that, Madame Kido smiled and went back to the kitchen.

Because of that, there was a sense of calm and stillness in the studio for a while.

It was the fishermen who were most bewildered by such an atmosphere.

The studio, which had been so noisy that it was just like a battlefield, became so quiet with the appearance of Madame Kido.

Because of this, they just looked at each other and didn’t say anything.

After a while.

Izumi set the teacup down on the table.

Then she slowly got up from her seat, who had her mouth closed for a moment and her eyes closed.

“I’ll just go back.”

“Uh, yes, yes.”

Kido’s bewildered answer, and she turns her body, and her old man near her comes and drapes her mink coat over her shoulder.

And she said as she walked out the door of her studio.

“Tell your wife that you drank tea well.”

“Huh. Okay.”

“Then stop.”

Having said that, Izumi left the studio.

And when she completely closed the door and disappeared after a while, the people in her room relaxed their rigid bodies.

Then Mrs. Kido came in with her car, and when she saw that Izumi was gone, she gave a sad expression on her face.

“Oh, it seems you are already gone. She was baking cookies.”

“He said he drank well.”

“Ok? Oh my, rejoice.”

She handed Kido her car, and she jumped over to see if Madame Kido was really happy. Then she went straight back to the kitchen, humming to her hum at her gun steps.

Kido, who had seen her, looked back at her Nishida, she said.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to stop here for today.”

“i See.”

Nishida nodded her head as she answered and got up from her seat.

“Then I will go too.”

*

Izumi, who had left Kido’s studio, turned and looked at the building. She then paused for a moment and said to the old man.

“Guroda.”

“Yes, lady.”

“When I get back, I will send you the sofa. something better.”

At Izumi’s words, the old man tilted her head.

“If it’s good, what would it be?”

“The thing I brought into my room this morning.”

The old man was startled by this.

“Oh, lady. Isn’t that the finest sofa made by Alberto Leone, the best craftsman in Italy, for a year?”

“Yes. that.”

“That’s…, even if you order again, it will take another three years because of the reservation…”

“It’s okay. Because it was worth it.”

“What do you mean?”

“black tea.”

“·················ogue.”

“I’ll send it right away when I get back. Pack it properly again.”

“Oh, I see.”

The old man answered with a look of genuine surprise.

And as the old man hurriedly opened the back door of a luxury Benz parked nearby, she naturally got into her car.

Izumi said as the old man with the back door closed got into the driver’s seat, started the engine and started the car.

“Wait a moment.”

“Yeah.”

Izumi’s gaze turned to Kido’s studio again.

She was there because she saw Nishida coming out.

After a moment she looks at her Nishida, her Nishida also stops and turns her gaze to her. Her Nishida, who met her eyes with her she in her car, looked at her for a moment with her firm expression on her face, then turned her gaze straight away and walked away.

Then, seeing Nishida like that, Izumi opened her mouth again.

“Come on, Guroda.”

“Yes, lady.”

The luxury Mercedes-Benz that Izumi was riding in departed.

“Guroda.”

“Yes, lady.”

“Did you hear that story, Kuroda?”

“Ah yes.”

“Isn’t that what Kuroda ordered?”

“Is that possible?”

“Well.”

Nodding her head, Izumi picked up the car phone in the backseat of her. Then he dialed her number.

* * *

“Yeah? Do you want the manuscript back?”

Kojima, a new editor-in-chief who just joined the company, asked with surprise.

Then the old man in front of him answered.

“That’s right. Our lady told us to bring it back.”

“No, why the manuscript you have already submitted?”

“You say you don’t like it.”

At the old man’s words, Kojima put on a puzzled expression.

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to return the manuscript?”

“Hey, the deadline is the day after tomorrow. But, what if you suddenly want to take the manuscript?”

“I’m sorry, but I was just ordered to bring the manuscript.”

“This is called punk, punk.”

Kojima said as she ruffled her hair with both hands. But the old man was immovable.

“Ah really.”

Then Jiro, who was nearby, approached.

“I’m sorry, but it’s difficult to take the manuscript back at will.”

As Jiro interrupted, Kojima sighed in relief.

However, the attitude of the old man did not change.

“It is my job to take the manuscript.”

“I told you it was difficult.”

At those words, the old man’s brow furrowed slightly.

It didn’t look like Jiro would easily turn out the manuscript, so he withdrew. Then he went to a quiet corner and started dialing the number that picked up the big phone he had brought.

Then, after a short call, someone came back to where they were.

“You are asking for a change.”

“Who is it?”

“This is our girl.”

“Take the call.”

At Jiro’s words, Kojima was startled.

“Yeah? me?”

“Of course. You are in charge.”

“Ha, but…”

As if thinking about something, Kojima began to cry. And when he tried to answer the phone with a look of helplessness, the old man opened his mouth.

“Please change it to Akagi-san.”

“Yeah? Me?”

“That’s right.”