Full-time cartoonist - #133 - Chapter 132 The impact of

“Huh~ The painting is so good!”

Yamamura Morichi was very excited. After reading two chapters of the comic, it was like watching a wonderful game.

He closed his eyes, and the tossing and turning in the comics was all in his heart.

“Tori Akino’s camera language is really amazing.”

After he started studying, he realized that comics are more than just an artist.

Comic frames and lines all play a role, and even sentences and white space are very important.

How to let readers enjoy reading and thinking is a big question.

Tori Akino was really good at this. Thinking about it now, Yamamura realized that Mr. Arai’s paintings, which he was very satisfied with, were obviously much worse than Tori Akino.

This is the goal that his opponent wants to surpass.

“But, why can a game last so long?”

The village guard was extremely speechless.

His comics are basically two chapters with one incident.

The beginning, development, climax, and ending of the story are all clear and clear.

Unexpectedly, “Slam Dunk” has 6 episodes in one game.

Instead of text description, it is easy to write 20,000 to 30,000 words. And this game is not over yet.

According to Yamamura Moriichi’s estimation, there will be at least 4 more chapters.

When he thought about how long it would take before he knew the result of the game, Yamamura Morichi felt like there were ants crawling on him.

“Oh no! Training time is about to start.”

Yamamura stood up, walked out of the room, and walked downstairs.

…

Yamamura’s studio is in Chiyoda District, Tokyo, and there is an art training class nearby. This training class is very famous in Tokyo.

Shancun wanted to strive for excellence and found many training courses, but he was not very satisfied.

Finally, he found the Qiugong Art Training School, and after learning that Mirai Tori Akino was also a student here, he immediately paid the training fee.

Qiugong Art Training Class occasionally has a fierce old man who comes to teach. I heard that he is the owner of the training class and a great painter.

Very helpful, Shancun is very satisfied.

He hurried towards the Qiugong Art Class, and a college student stopped him.

“Not now, I’m not free.” Yamamura thought he was here to sign, so he waved his hand and prepared to go around.

“It won’t take long,” the college student said with a smile, “Let’s learn about the basketball game.”

He handed Shancun a leaflet and stopped another person despite Shancun’s refusal.

“Basketball game?” Yamamura was stunned and watched as he walked, “A friendly match between Meiji University and Tokai University?”

I looked at the time and saw it was the weekend.

He was a little moved.

…

It’s two o’clock in the afternoon on weekends, in the editorial boardroom of “Weekly Shōnen Jump”.

Torishima Kazuhiko and the two deputy editors are still in a meeting.

Deputy Editor Kondo held the report and looked at Torishima Kazuhiko with respect.

“Jump’s lowest circulation was 4.43 million copies two months ago, which was only 120,000 copies more than magazine.”

“At a time when the company is on the verge of losing its crown as the highest circulation company at any time.”

“The editor-in-chief was appointed at a critical moment, and the strategy he came up with, in addition to regular author training and new talent discovery, was to use resources on “Slam Dunk”.”

“The results of “Slam Dunk” were average at the beginning. To be honest, I thought you were mistaken.”

“It’s not just me, but in the editorial department,” Kondo looked at Sasaki and nodded, “except for you and Sasaki, I’m afraid no one thinks that “Slam Dunk” will become a big hit.”

After listening to his words, Torishima Kazuhiko was very proud that he won the bet again.

Sure enough, when it comes to vision, other editors cannot beat me.

Sasaki took the report and read it word by word: “The Xiaozheng scores of the last few issues of “Slam Dunk” are 1, 3, 2, and 1 respectively. The scores are surprisingly stable.”

“Jump’s sales volume increased from 4.43 million copies to 4.47 million copies. A large part of this contribution, or mainly due to the influence of “Slam Dunk”.”

“Although “Slam Dunk” is not as popular as “Dragon Ball” and “Yu Yu Hakusho”, at this stage, its emergence has indeed saved Jump.”

“We can take a breath.”

Sasaki rubbed his eyes, feeling dry.

Torishima Kazuhiko smiled and nodded.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone on his chest fell to the ground.

Even though he usually seemed confident, he was actually very panicked. With the success of “Slam Dunk”, he couldn’t help but lament his luck.

He was gambling, but luckily he succeeded.

“Sasaki, is Tori Akino-kun working hard on drawing comics? Is there any risk of suspending publication?” he asked.

Don’t be like Yoshihiro Togashi, who falls behind at critical moments.

In the past, Yoshihiro Togashi was also very hardworking. He only slept for more than two hours a day and devoted all his energy to comics.

Simply a human quality male.

It’s a pity that now…

“No problem at all,” Sasaki said categorically: “Tori Akino has very low desires and does not have too in-depth entertainment methods. Even if he likes playing Go very much, he still considers whether it will affect his work. In Among cartoonists, they are a very mature group.”

“He must be drawing comics in the studio now.”

“That’s good.” Torishima Kazuhiko nodded happily.

Although there are many things to ask him to draw comics, compared with Yoshihiro Togashi, he is too contractual.

Don’t mess around, work hard, and are simply a good employee of the new era.

“Sasaki, please inform Tori Akino and invite him to attend the serialization meeting in two weeks.” Torishima Kazuhiko said with a smile: “These writers also have a good taste. You might as well take a look at Mr. Tori Akino’s choice.”

“yes.”

Sasaki nodded. He looked at Kondo and saw that he had nothing to say, so he took out his cell phone and called Hibiki Hibiki.

After a few minutes, no one answered the phone at the other party’s home.

Sasaki coughed and raised his head awkwardly.

I just said this guy was drawing comics.

He could only call Hibiki Higashi’s mobile phone, and it took almost a minute before he answered.

It was very noisy across the street, with many people talking.

He repeated it several times, but Tori Qiuye didn’t hear it clearly.

Torishima Kazuhiko, who had been paying attention to him, lowered his head and began to play with the pen in his hand.

Kondo also stood up and went to the window to look at the scenery downstairs.

Sasaki was sitting on pins and needles. After a while, he heard Tori Akino finally say: “Sorry, I was in the basketball gym just now. It’s no problem now.”

Sasaki’s eyes lit up and he said in a loud voice: “Basketball Hall, are you drawing inspiration from the manga?”

“Basketball stadium” and “comic material” he emphasized.

“No,” Hibiki Higashino replied, “My high school classmates invited me to watch the game.”

Sasaki, “Yeah! It’s good to watch more basketball games. Maybe you can draw parallels.”

Higashino glanced at the phone strangely, and followed Sasaki’s words and said, “I also have this idea.”

“That’s it.” Sasaki nodded.

“What’s the matter on the phone?” Hibiki glanced at the basketball hall, the game was about to start.

“I invite you to attend the serialization meeting in two weeks. Do you have time?” Sasaki got down to business.

“I’m very interested.” Hibiki replied, “Thank you very much.”

…

Players from Meiji University and Tokai University enter the stadium.

“so high!”

“The Giant of Japan!”

There were many exclamations on the stage.

Both universities are very good schools, and the basketball clubs are also very professional.

A retired national basketball coach was invited to direct the game, and the players were selected from among many others.

So as soon as it appeared, it caused a lot of noise.

Dong Ye rang outside the door, thinking it had already started.

He pressed his cap and hurriedly walked into the basketball gym.

Hua Chao, wearing No. 10 uniform, raised his head and scanned the crowd.

Except for his girlfriend who waved and shouted “Hua Chao!” and “Hua Chao!” at him, there was no one he wanted to see.

Hua Chao’s eyes dimmed, a little disappointed.

“The game is about to start, cheer up!” The horse farm patted him on the shoulder.

“Yes, Baba-senpai.”

He withdrew his gaze and prepared to concentrate on playing basketball.

At this moment, a man climbed up to the second floor and waved to him.

“Dongye…is indeed here.”

Hua Chao gave Higashikata a thumbs up.

…

Just after training, Yamamura entered the university and ran to the basketball gym.

He was breathing heavily. He hadn’t exercised so strenuously for a long time.

He has never been good at running.

“Uncle, what’s going on? Do you need me to help you to the infirmary?”

said a little girl behind him.

Yamamura Morido gasped and stood up, waved his hand, waited for a while, and then looked over.

This kind-hearted little girl is probably a college student, and she still retains the childishness unique to students.

She has a high ponytail and her eyes are big and bright.

“I’m not an uncle, I’m only 27 years old today.” He said angrily.

“I’m sorry,” the female college student bowed and apologized, then nodded her fingers and whispered, “She looks like she is in her thirties…”

“I…” Yamacun’s throat felt sweet and he wanted to vomit blood.

Yamamura asked: “Are you here to watch the basketball game too?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Ah! Oh no!” the girl suddenly shouted, “The game is about to start!”

She should be the one who picked up Shancun’s clothes and said, “Uncle, let’s run together!”

As soon as Shancun took a breather, she grabbed him and pulled him to run. He rushed towards the basketball stadium in the smoke and dust.

“I’m probably going to die…” His eyes went dark.

Such intense exercise was too exciting for him.

Life lies in stillness.

He really wanted to say it out loud.

But there was no strength left.

It was like a broken rag doll being dragged around by a girl, bouncing around.

“We can only fight again in the next life, Tori Akino!”

Suddenly, there was a stop in front of him, and Shan Cun collapsed on the ground.

“Wow! So many people!”

He heard the female student’s exclamation.

After a moment, he looked over.

This is a fairly large basketball stadium, packed with people.

On the viewing platform on the second floor, many interested spectators looked down.

Even though the game hasn’t started yet, it’s already very lively.

“There will be so many spectators at college basketball games! It’s great!”

He heard the cheers of the female college student.