1983 Past Life Manga King

“That’s because the Nakaya Group said they would send an employee, so you don’t have to worry. It’s just a matter of having one employee to supervise. Of course, that will be done by Kojima, who is in charge, and one of the newcomers.”

“uh? Really? Well then, I’m glad.”

Then an employee tilted his head and said:

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to send the postcard directly there?”

“Then it goes against equity. You come here and check it yourself.”

“But honestly, isn’t it advantageous to Nakaya-sensei? More if it’s the staff from there.”

“So you are supervising.”

“It’s in charge. There, the newcomer has no power.”

“Kojima guy, even if he looks like that, he’s not the kind of guy to deceive him with that. And there is no way to cheat by selling your conscience.”

“·················ogue.”

* * *

The people in the studio who heard from Jiro that the two were going to have a confrontation responded that they were interesting.

“Wow, rich teacher is amazing. It’s such a self-esteem battle. It would be fun to just use this as a cartoon material.”

“How much money are you using for the showdown?”

I tilted my head at Cha Mi-jeong’s question.

“Well, I heard it took 10 Walkmans. And every week.”

“Wow, that’s great. Can’t we go too?”

“Well, you can ask Akagi-san and send it along when you send the manuscript.”

“Ahh, ahhhhh. Let me go too!”

Even Kyunghee likes it, saying that she will join in sending the postcards.

However, Seon-hee is also gently lifting the line.

Seeing that, Kyunghee made an impression.

“Why are you?”

“I want a Walkman too.”

“You have it.”

“Because it’s new.”

“Buy with your money! With a lot of money.”

Then other fishermen intervened.

“Kyung-hee also has a lot of money. I heard that you received a lot when you wrote the manuscript together with Teacher Key.”

“Ah, when is that? And all that money was given to me by my mother, so it’s a waste of money. And these days, neither my height nor my brother give me a job.”

“I am very curious about the outcome of this event. Who will win out of the two comics being serialized in completely different magazines?”

“I personally am the Crash King.”

At Kim Ki-cheol’s words, this time Kim Dal-bu intervened.

“I am the Devil Virus. Because I’m a painter, I want to give more points to painting.”

“I am, Crash King.”

“I am the Devil Virus.”

Even among the fishermen, the mood is divided.

Then he looked at Silver and asked.

“Who will Silver hyung vote for?”

“I have no interest in those kinds of cartoons. I don’t like both. No, I don’t know what that competition meant in the first place.”

As he said that, he clicked his tongue.

Former rival (7)

A few days later, Boy Hero was released, and there was a promotional article about this event.

Although it was sudden, more postcards came into the editorial department than expected thanks to the product hanging on the fans as well.

Huge amount of postcard boxes.

And those who saw it for the first time took it to the conference room. Of course, they were followed by Kojima, who is in charge of the Devil Virus.

The door to the meeting room closed and I started checking a lot of postcards inside.

Through the window of the conference room, the staff gathered and watched with interest.

“Wow, that’s really great. Are all of those postcards the ones that will be used in this showdown? Maybe it was mixed with questionnaire postcards?”

“The magazine made a separate postcard. It was sent with that, but there is something to confuse.”

“Oh, right. So, are they really all those postcards?”

“Well, most of them are postcards aimed at the Walkman.”

“Still, the competition is really great. By the way, it will take a lot more time than the questionnaire.”

“Absolutely. The questionnaire is done with randomly selected postcards, and as you can see, it is a complete check. You won’t miss a single piece? It’s like a complete election ballot.”

“Do you keep checking stamps coming in now?”

“No. We set a time, so if that time exceeds even one second, it doesn’t count.”

“It would have taken a lot of time if we had done it, but I’m really glad we did.”

“I do not know.”

At that, the senior staff turned around and made a puzzled expression.

“Well, then you want to do that?”

“It’s not just that, but from what I’ve heard, it sounds like you got a pretty good bonus for working on this. Those employees.”

“bonus?”

“Ah, how much should I take…”

At that, I was surprised when the junior whispered to the senior in a whisper.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I heard a little bit of those people talking in the break room earlier.”

At that time, the staff around him asked with curious expressions.

“Why? How much?”(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

“Hey, tell me too.”

“What, what?”

Then the deputy editor saw it and shouted.

“I’m not going to work!”

Astonished by the sound, the employees lit up the darkness and moved back and forth like a swarm of wheels.

*

Izumi asked with a slightly nervous expression on her phone.

“How is it?”

Kojima over the phone answered, hesitatingly.

-·······It is not over yet.

“Tell me about the progress so far.”

– Currently, it is …, thin ice.

For a moment, Izumi’s expression hardened.

Because she still believed she would be lightly overpowered by herself.

But she is bakbing.

“······Tell me the exact score now.”

– From what I saw before coming out of the conference room, Nakaya-sensei was ahead of me by 13 votes.

“13 votes? How much did she check?”

– About 2/3.

Izumi, who had been silent, slowly opened his mouth.

“······I know.”

Having said that, she immediately hung up her phone.

She then flopped down as if she had collapsed on the sofa.

She was a surprise because she was not easily accepted.

Seeing this, the old man approached with a worried expression.

“Oh, lady.”

Then she said that Izumi waved her hand.

“No, I am fine. It’s just that I’m a little tired.”

“miss······.”

“Don’t look at me with those eyes. I’m fine.”

“·················ogue.”

“More than that, I will be writing the manuscript, so please prepare.”

“After a little rest. Or, wouldn’t it be better to do it even after checking the postcards?”

“No, waiting is rather awkward. I just want to write a manuscript.”

“······Okay.”

The old man nodded her head and brought a plastic briefcase, also called 007 bag, straight to her desk. She then started setting up as she placed it on the prepared desk in the living room.

For Izumi, she does not make the manuscript in one place, but the manuscript and tools are put in a hard case bag and set up from time to time.

And when the setting was over, she said the old man.

“it’s over. miss.”

“Good job, Guroda.”

Having answered so, Izumi approached her desk.

She then sat down in her chair, immersed in her thoughts.

Even if the storyline didn’t exist from the beginning, a plan of several episodes was completely settled in my head.

However, after receiving the phone call, she had no choice but to edit the contents of the story in her head.

So now her mind is busy running.

After immersing herself in her thoughts for a moment, she raised her pen with colorful patterns on it.

She drew and then she immediately began to paint.

after an hour.

While I was working on the manuscript for a while, the phone on the sofa rang.

The old man hurriedly answered the call.

And she soon answered, the old man nodded her head and hung up her phone.

Izumi paused as she was drawing, then glanced at the old man.

Her old man approached her like that.

Izumi looked at her old man’s expression.

The old man’s expression was no different from her usual, so it was difficult to know exactly, so Izumi’s expression frowned.

Then the old man opened her mouth.

“It is said that the lady’s manga won by a margin of 25 votes,” she said.

Hearing that, Izumi’s expression quickly softened. She then said bluntly with a frown again as she had a subtly relieved face.

“Of course I knew I was going to win. But I don’t like the difference.”

She said so and she got up from her seat and she went to the sofa and picked up her phone.

*

– I won. What was the expected result?

The rabbit girl, who heard Izumi’s voice coming in from the phone, stayed silent.

– Why? no words?

“How many votes is it?”

Izumi hesitated at the rabbit girl’s question and opened her mouth.

– 25 votes.

“It’s a small difference.”

– 25 surface large.

“You think so?”

Izumi, who had been quiet for a moment, opened her mouth.

– Yes, I admit that the results are surprising. But, don’t forget that I won anyway. And what I said before.

“Best of 5 out of 3?”

– And if you lose, it’ll be finished in part two.

“If I win, it will keep me running.”

– okay.

The bunny girl nodded her head.

“Yeah. I know. then······.”

– Don’t hang up!

“·················ogue.”

– I’ll hang up first.

After saying that, the phone hung up.

The bunny girl who confirmed it immediately put down the receiver.

And she took a deep breath.

It was a result she expected to some extent, but still, when she heard the result, she seemed to be exhausted.

I’m working without fish, so I eat and sleep in the firebox, fill up my meal with the ramen I have piled up, and only sleep for three or four hours.

Anyway, I can’t sleep properly because of the story.

As a result, after a week, my face was flat.

Her opponent is not as good as Sunny, but she is a woman who is called a genius when it comes to painting.

In addition to that, she has her wealth and enormous connections.

For her, winning against such a person is like hitting a rock with an egg.

Nevertheless, I accepted this confrontation because there was no other choice in the first place.

Because if I force the serialization to end anyway, I may never have a chance to draw manga again.

So it was accepted.

And she poured everything into it and finished the manuscript.

The first is the thought of winning no matter what.

Because when Izumi is looking down on herself as usual, she has to win first. And if you’re lucky, you might be able to come to a conclusion surprisingly easily if your opponent collapses on their own with that first victory.

However, they lost by 25 votes.

Thanks to that, it was like awakening the other person’s awareness.

The bunny girl distorted her impression.

*

a few days later.