About me getting up at 04:30 every day for the basketball and volleyball club

a month ago.

At the invitation of his classmate Akito Takagi, Majoko started creating comics with him.

three days ago.

Majoko got the plot outline of the pure text version of the manga conceived by Takagi Akito, and named the story "Two Earths".

two days ago.

After discussing the details with Takagi Akito, Majoko began to draft storyboards and rough drafts.

And the first day of the holiday is today.

Today is also an ordinary day when I want to pull out all my hair just to paint.

As soon as school is over, Majoko and Takagi Akito, who are senior members of the Homecoming Department, went to their manga studio - in fact, this studio was left by Makoto's deceased manga artist uncle, after all, the current The highest in Zhencheng is still an amateur painter with no income and only paints with enthusiasm. Even if he spends all his savings, it will be difficult to buy a toilet in Sendai City.

I thought that today would pass in peace, but Zhencheng highest never expected that his mobile phone would start to vibrate crazily from four o'clock in the afternoon - he turned on the silent mode, and he was afraid that his mother would not be able to find someone else, so he dared not shutdown.

"I beg you to answer the phone!!!"

Akito Takagi, whose train of thought was interrupted again, couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and walked to the highest workbench in Masaki, and took a look at his mobile phone.

"Don't mess with my things!" Majoro quickly snatched back his mobile phone, and pressed the incoming call again.

"Then explain who is calling you?!" Gao Muqiuren felt like a resentful woman catching rape at the moment, almost wishing to find out the hatred of the person on the other side of the phone.

"What's the relationship between you and this person named Zuihesheng? Sister? Cousin? Why haven't you mentioned it before?"

Takagi Akito quickly poured out his mountain of questions.

And that's just a glance at the caller ID.

Makoto plucked two handfuls of hair, and threw himself into the back of the ergonomic chair, "Why don't you guess she is my friend?"

Takagi Akito was surprised, "Eh? Before you met me, Gao Mu, did you have any other friends?"

And it's still a girl? !

This is too scary, right? ?

Akito Takagi always thought that Majoko could only let go of Miho Azumi, who had already made a private life with him, but he didn't expect to have other female friends? ? ?

"...If you can't talk, don't talk!" Masaoichi seemed to be stepped on a sore spot, but he gritted his teeth but still didn't say anything, and went back to the writing table to continue to conceive the storyboard of the new short story.

Seeing his attitude of really resisting continuing this topic, Akito Takagi wisely didn't ask any more questions—but this kind of wit was only based on the premise that the studio was quiet.

However, who would have thought that before Akito Takagi returned to his seat, the phone with the highest number in Majo would ring again.

Buzzing, it kept moving its position on the workbench in small increments following the vibrations.

This time, the best in the city has made up his mind to put his mobile phone in the utility room next door.

And this time Takagi Akito is determined to make Majoko face the caller who doesn't know why he has been avoiding it. In fact, the more important thing is that his curiosity can't be restrained.

Before Akito Takagi found out that Majoko had a crush on Azumiho, this junior high school student who thought he had understood the essence of life had never shown any overly intense emotions about something.

After some time, it must be possible to cultivate to the state of not being happy with things and not sad with oneself.

But as we all know, to become a fairy is to cross the catastrophe.

Akito Takagi didn't expect that he would witness Majoko encounter the sky thunder that could shake him so quickly.

Relying on his height, long arms, adequate sleep and quick response—the ghost knows that Zhencheng has slept for a few hours these days, but his waste manuscripts are visible to the naked eye and have already piled up to one third of the height of the boy's forearm Takagi Akito once again snatched the tallest mobile phone in Majou, and connected it without even looking at it.

Also turned on the speakerphone!

The highest in Zhencheng: "!"

He was about to scold his partner a little loudly, but it was too late.

"Hey, hey, hey? The real city is the tallest? Are you still alive? Make a sound when you are still alive, and make a sound when you are dead." The caller showed "Zaihesheng", but the voice that came out was Oi Chuanche's.

Wow, why did this man curse you to death?

Takagi Akito spoke to him silently with his mouth.

Majoko glared at him, and then his gaze became viscous as if it had been added with asphalt, wishing to freeze on anything other than his mobile phone.

Fortunately, Takagi Akito didn't give him a chance to dawdle. As his good brother, Takagi Akito simply put the mobile phone into the hands of Masaki Gaochi, and said loudly: "Take it, it's a man. I won't tell Yadou You were on the phone with another girl."

The highest official in the city dunks the hot potato in his hand on Takagi Akito's head, but he is still a poor student and can't be willful, so he can only squeeze his mobile phone tightly and put the receiver to his ear.

"It's me. What's the matter?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Oi Chuanche provocatively said rather harshly.

Masaoichi was already indifferent to this low-level provocation, "Yes, it's best not to look for me now, I'm very busy."

"What else can you be busy with since you haven't gone to cram school?" Ji Chuanche couldn't imagine any other images in his mind except Majoko sitting in front of the screen and playing games after hearing what Sai Tsurusheng said.

I have to say, his words were quite hurtful.

Especially in Zhencheng highest sound.

It is undeniable that he once envied Oikawa Toru and Iwaizumi for being able to give [-]% of their love for something, and [-]% of it is enough to continue in the quagmire of "genius" and "reality" The courage to struggle.

Even the best students who just hope that they can be admitted to their mother's alma mater in the future have a clear goal that they can work hard for.

So to a certain extent, the most useless one was the one who had been entangled among them and had been doing nothing for a long time.

Although he attended a cram school, his grades were not good.

Although he knows a little bit of drawing, he still has a lot of flaws in his human body structure, background painting, including pasting dots and lines.

Although the cartoons he has read can be said clearly and logically, but you really let him start to draw, and the storyboard alone has tortured him for two days and two nights.

His failure to accomplish anything left Oikawa Toru with the impression that "you haven't even gone to cram school, what else can you be busy with?"

so funny.

"I want you to take care of it!" He gritted his teeth viciously.

Oi Chuanche on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment - logically speaking, in the past, the highest in Masaki should be the kind of person who would say "I'll hang up if I'm fine"?

Majoko didn't dare to have such a big reaction to Oikawa Toru's provocation, because he was wronged, because he really had no "business" to do except go to cram school.

And going to cram school is like an excuse for him—a self-comforting excuse that he knows he can't read when he goes home, but he still puts the book in his schoolbag and takes it away.

"Oikawa Toru! What are you doing with my phone again!"

Probably because the hands-free is turned on, the most vivid voice is still clear, and it seems to be coming from a distance.

"Didn't you ask what Gao Gao is doing recently? I just called and asked." Oi Chuanche said innocently, "Did you buy the matcha-flavored crepes that I asked you to bring?"

"I bought it. Here it is for you." Then there was the sound of paper bags being crumpled on the opposite side.

"Hello?" It was the real Suzuki who answered the phone this time.

"Top, where are you?"

After answering this question, the next one should be "what are you doing?"

Majoko lowered his head, was silent for a while, and finally said softly into the microphone: "I've started drawing manga."

If someone asks, what kind of experience is it like to have an uncle who died of overwork because of drawing manga?

Majoko thought he would probably answer:

Thank you, I am in Japan and just bought the latest issue of "JUMP".One Piece is very good-looking, the scenery of Ghost Slayer: Blade has come to an end, and the full-time hunter still has not resumed publication.

I flipped through the reader questionnaire enclosed in the book, and tossed the nasty thing in the trash.

Because without this piece of paper, my uncle's work would not have been forced to cut in half because of the ranking drop.

If he hadn't been cut in half, there wouldn't have been an incident of working hard to conceive a new work and then dying from overwork.

It is often said that there is a cause and an effect.

But I didn't expect that he would die at the hands of my favorite manga, which is also my favorite.

It is difficult to be a human being.

Being a cartoonist is even harder.

I was very afraid that I could not help but follow in the footsteps of my uncle, so I kept telling myself that there was no way out for drawing manga.

But because I can't find anything else I like, I spend every day in a muddle.

My friends A and B like volleyball, but they have never won the county championship.

My friend C said that it is normal for efforts to fail to achieve results. There are too many examples of fetching water from a bamboo basket in vain. Her brother who loves running but broke his leg is one of them.

But having a dream is a good thing, friend C said again, people with dreams are shining!

My friend D told me on the first day we met, let me take you to confess.

Then I learned that the girl I had a crush on from the first grade to the third grade in elementary school had a future dream of becoming a voice actress.

Although I was still afraid that I would not be able to survive, but at that time I saw the eyes of Ya Dou, the girl I had a crush on for nearly ten years, and they were shining brightly.

Those eyes looked at me, agreed to my confession, and promised to marry me after my manga was animated in the future.

At that moment I felt like I fell in love all over again.

I vowed to draw a successful commercial manga and let Yadou voice my heroine.

And at that moment, I remembered what my friend C said, people with dreams are shining.

I also thought of my uncle who died from overwork.

He is for fame, I am for love.

Nothing seems wrong.

Life is a tragedy, and the greatest tragedy is that it has no ultimate basis, but life dares to bear its own meaninglessness without depressing and declining. This is the pride of life-this is what Nietzsche said, not me.

…………

After bringing his three young boys to the studio, Majoko confessed his mental journey.

Oi Chuanche applauded soullessly, "So you're looking for sex?"

After asking, he was chiseled by Iwaizumi.

Akito Takagi stood behind Majoko, completely unaware that Majoko, who seemed so self-contained, actually had other friends—three of them—he was stunned.

The highest Majo sits in his seat as if being publicly executed.

After all, Oikawa Toru's reaction can fully explain that he clearly remembered the vow "I don't want to be a manga artist" that Majoko said when he was a child.

And if you want Yadou to be able to dub the heroine in your own writing one day, it is the finishing touch for Zhencheng Supreme to make up his mind.

Then Kiyose Saitsusui's phrase "It's a good thing to have a dream" that popped up from time to time in the past is sufficient preliminary preparation.

There is no way to repay a great kindness.

Although it is not necessary, Majoko still hopes that he can be encouraged by Iwaizumi and Motsuru (and Kawatoru he does not expect).

However, for some unknown reason, Tsutsuru had been sitting on the sofa since just now, staring at Masakako in a trance.

Iwaizumi was almost frightened to be the most Tsurusheng's crush on Majoko.

"So what's the matter with you?" Oi Chuanche saw that something was wrong with her, and pushed Zuo Hesheng with a little strength.

"Ah..." Zui Hesheng opened his mouth and took a deep breath before saying, "It's okay. Just, I feel like my comrades in the Long March have betrayed me... Well... probably that's it."

"Wait! What comrade?" Oikawa narrowed his eyes, grabbed Sai Tsurusheng's shoulder and shook violently, "Please tell me clearly, Kiyase Sai Tsurusheng?!"

When did you get raped by which pig? ! !