I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 3 Confession right from the start?
At ten o'clock that night, Tokyo Skyline Publishing House, editorial department.

"Teacher Yichuan, I'm going back first."

The editor at the opposite seat, Yamazaki, turned off the computer, said hello, and left the empty editorial office. Except for the 32-year-old single female editor-in-chief Yi Chuan Jingliu who was still reading the manuscript, the company was empty.

She is dressed in a solemn dark black suit and skirt, with long, smooth hair and a hibiscus flower brooch pinned to her neckline. She has a unique glamorous temperament and is not easy to approach. , a strong woman who has repeatedly failed in blind dates.

"These paintings are not good, but the themes and ideas are good. Send them back and make changes."

After commenting on a comic submission, Tianxing Publishing House is controlled by Xiaoxiaoguan, so in addition to the main business of publishing novels, it also needs to receive some comic business. She is mainly responsible for the final review of novels and comics.

The red nib twirled in her hand, picked up today's last submission from the table, looked at the cover, next to the neat and beautiful Chinese characters, was the recommender's name in Chinese characters as strong as a silver hook of an iron pen-Takumo Amami/ Minotaur Warrior (pen name).

Is it him?The one that often delays updates?Will you still support the younger generation?
She thought of this Lifan artist, Tianxing Publishing House issued a few volumes as an agent, and the sales volume was very good, but the output was at the bottom among the cartoonists with pigeon attributes.

In her impression, this Amami Takuma is surrounded by an unforgettable beautiful young man. The signature of this contribution is exactly the name of that young man. I hope it is not Li Fan, otherwise this kind of inheritance is really unfortunate for the family.

Turning to the first page, the artist has superbly drawn the city under the distant mountain, row upon row, orderly, the human body of the main character, Denci, is very professionally drawn, and the setting of the mascot Pochita that appeared made her eyes shine .

The teenager Dianci borrowed a usury loan for his dead father, and acted as a folk demon hunter for the underworld, and was then betrayed to the zombie demon. The image of the chainsaw rotating with the head is also full of visual impact.

In the end, the mysterious woman Maqima has a unique character design, and enough suspense is left. It is a contribution that can be rated as excellent.

The painting style has never been seen before, and it should not be Tianhai Takumo with a brush. His painting skills are very unstable. The level of the first few pages is average, and the next few pages can be as delicate as a work of art. He can be called a nerve knife in the industry.

Yichuan Jingliu picked up the coffee and took a sip. She was already quite cold. She put this submission in her briefcase. The posting address was Hachioji City in the Tokyo metropolitan area. This weekend, she can come to talk to the author.

Pressing the light switch in the editorial department, a series of trampling high-heeled shoes sounded in the dark corridor.

Fujii changed into a blue and white loose sportswear, giving him the illusion of wearing the high school uniform of his previous life. The western school uniforms in the island country are beautiful, but the comfort is definitely far inferior to the latter.

This Friday, the last class in the afternoon is physical education.

It was only eight or nine days before he transferred to another school, and he remembered all the names in the class, especially the girls. Quite a few of them were behaving like they were being harassed.

He picked up a football and started juggling it on the edge of the football field on the east side of the school. There was a class of students in the third year of high school who were also taking physical education. The short-sleeved physical education teacher simply asked them to warm up and disappeared.

The boys from the two classes are standing in the standard green field. Someone invites him, but he declines. He plans to secretly train to become stronger, and then surprise...

"Whoosh!"

The kicked football went straight to Fujii who was practicing alone on the sidelines. The corner of Suihara Tatsuya's mouth rose proudly. This was the ball he served, and he shot the ball with all his strength. Unexpectedly, he could actually hit the target.

Embarrass yourself!boy.

In Qiyuan's mind, he fantasized about Fujii tree being hit, screaming again and again, and the girls watching Fujii tree practice from the sidelines screamed in panic ahead of time.

Facing the oncoming football, Fujii stretched out his left leg without raising his head. This powerful and heavy blow made his body tilt slightly, and then exerted force from his waist and abdomen, regained his balance, and pointed the football into the air , put on the other right leg, and kick the football that was juggling the ball towards Qi Yuan who was giggling not far away.

"what!"

Qiyuan's stomach was in close contact with the kicked football, causing this robust 1.8-meter-three boy to arch his body, with a liver-colored look on his face.

"It hurts!"

Qi Yuan lay down on the spot and rolled his body back and forth. He wasn't really injured, but his performance was a little exaggerated so that the girls in the same class could see the true face of the little boy's devil.

"Amazing! Fujii-kun."

"How handsome! Better than the players on TV."

"Don't squeeze me, go to the back, ugly bastard."

"Are you in the third year of high school? This is Fujii-kun from our second and third class of high school, a sneaky wild cat."

More than a dozen girls in sportswear surrounded him, and no one took a look at Qi Yuan on the ground. He was like a luxuriant weed on the ground, and no one cared about him.

The football that bounced a dozen times landed on the ground, and Fujii looked helplessly at the girls who came flooding in like a tide. In his previous life, he was ordinary and didn't have such sweet troubles.

As for the addition of charm, I still have to stop.

He had no choice but to stop juggling the ball, and stepped forward to stretch out his hand. Qi Yuan on the ground glanced at him, snorted arrogantly, got up ungratefully, and walked away from him.

After a boring physical education class, Fujii Shu came to the school parking shed as usual. In front of his bicycle, he had already waited for a girl from the same class. She was Mao Asami who was very popular in the class. She was well-proportioned and less than 1.6 meters tall. He is tall and has a slightly round face. He has pretty short neck-length hair, revealing the soft nape of the island people's favorite. Under the orange-red light of the sunset, the fine fluff is clearly visible.

"Well, Fujii-kun, I...I like you, can we date you?"

Mao Asami rubbed the corner of her school uniform jacket, swaying her young girl's figure, her body fragrance could be smelled nearby, mixed with the smell of shower products, Fujii noticed that not far away, hiding from her usual two A female companion, watching this scene nervously.

"I'm sorry, I want to focus on my studies and plan to enter a prestigious school like Dongda University, so I have to go all out."

Fujii thought for a while, and gave a reasonable excuse for refusal, Asami Mao's expression suddenly dimmed, and he begged with a sob.

"Can't we study and improve together? My English is very good and we can complement each other."

"Sorry, I'm not the kind of person who can do two things at once, Jian Jian, please get out of the way."

Fujii directly pushed out his bicycle and walked away, leaving Mao Asami in place.

"It's too much, Mao-chan is so cute, but he broke up with his ex-boyfriend, he is too heartless."

Asami Mao's two female companions came out to report her grievances.

"It doesn't matter. Boys who are difficult to attack can just prove my charm?"

Just now Mao Asami had a pure face, changed his face, stared at his prey coldly, and disappeared around the corner of the parking shed.

(End of this chapter)