Chapter 473: Still Drawing Last Year's Draft on Christmas

After discussing the banquet, Hojo Kyosuke chatted with Oosaka Tsuyoshi for a while. The latter was planning to write a new book because his wife was planning to have a child and had to work hard to make money to raise the child.

"This time I plan to write a lighter novel, using you as the prototype, about a college dropout who is destined to be unlucky. No matter where he goes, he will be entangled by women and then involved in inexplicable cases. This boy will solve cases while traveling, win the hearts of beautiful women along the way, and fulfill his great wish to spread his seeds all over the world."

Oosaka Tsuyoshi said excitedly on the phone. He understood from Hojo Kyosuke that writing traditional novels is not profitable, and trembling is the first productive force. Add a small spoonful of violence, a small spoonful of murder, and finally a large spoonful of beautiful women, and a perfect novel is born.

Although doing so will inevitably be looked down upon by peers, but think from another perspective, from the harsh traditional novel world, I will kill indiscriminately in the light novel world? At that time, I will ask Hojo to help me promote it once every three days, and it will not be in vain for me to run around for him for so long.

Maybe by then I will have countless beautiful fans like him, it would be perfect.

The more Osaka Tsuyoshi thought about it, the more excited he became, and he talked endlessly about the subsequent plot.

"First of all, the protagonist must have always been the top student in his grade in high school, and then joined the kendo club and baseball club, and led the weak team to the national competition by himself, and won the first place in the country at the University of Tokyo. In his sophomore year, he completed all the credits and took a leave of absence to practice. When he left school, the streets were empty, and all the junior and senior students crowded in the Akamon to see him off, and the ground was soaked with tears.

The first stop after the protagonist left school was..."

Oosaka Tsuyoshi paused for a moment, and then asked:

"Hey, Hojo, how did you get to know the first girl around you?"

Kyosuke Hojo, who had been speechless for a long time, resisted the urge to kick Oosaka Tsuyoshi's ass, and complained:

"You guys, are you really going to write it based on me?"

"Yeah, didn't I say it before? How about being a co-author with you? The royalties are split equally, but you have to admit that it was your real experience." Oosaka Tsuyoshi responded with a smile.

"You're dreaming, you bastard, why don't you write about your own experiences, a guide to exploring sex shops, teach young boys how to sneak into high schools and women's colleges to see beautiful girls, and discuss the pros and cons of swimsuits and bikinis, and whether new gymnastics suits or old gymnastics suits are more suitable for girls. I think sales will definitely be good if you write like this."

"Tsk, I'm tempted by what you said, but I'm not planning to divorce my wife yet."

"You're afraid of being beaten by your wife, right?" Hojo Kyosuke said contemptuously.

"How can you say you're afraid of things between husband and wife? You're really..."

Haosaka Tsuyoshi, who was hit in the sore spot, immediately muttered something that no one could understand, like reciting the Great Compassion Mantra. Hojo Kyosuke guessed that it was the mantra he used to comfort himself every time he was scolded by his wife.

"Ah! I remember now. The first one was Miss Yamauchi, right? I remember they were childhood sweethearts. That's great. So it's decided that after the protagonist leaves school, the first stop is to return to his hometown. He wants to start from the original place, and then he finds out..."

Beep——

Hojo Kyosuke hung up the phone directly.

That guy is hopeless. He has been completely immersed in the fantasy world.

The next message came from Tetsuya Shimomura, his editor-in-chief.

As soon as the message interface was opened, Hojo Kyosuke immediately cut out quickly.

I didn't see this message, and he didn't send this message. It's all the fault of the garbage APP and garbage network.

Just as Hojo Kyosuke stepped on his conscience and pinched the neck of his super brain to force it to delete this matter from the memory bank, the phone call from the editor-in-chief Shimomura came.

He closed his eyes in pain. He wanted to continue to play dead, but his conscience, which had just been stepped on, suddenly stood up.

"Moshimoshi——" He answered the phone.

"Hojo! You saw the message just now, didn't you? Why didn't you reply? Are you pretending you didn't see it? What about the high school detective comic? I've even arranged the layout for you. As long as you get the top three in the questionnaire three times in a row, I can help you get on the cover. So hurry up and give me the content of the first issue."

Shimomura Tetsu over there didn't even say hello, and just roared.

Hojo Kyosuke groaned in his throat, so he wanted to pretend he didn't see it. Now, the update frequency of "Attack on Titan" and "One Punch Man" has become very slow. He himself wants to take a break or finish it directly, but the magazine company firmly disagrees, so Shimomura Tetsuya keeps urging him to come up with a new work, and even goes to great lengths to please him by helping Glass dub the role correctly.

"I'm drawing, I'm drawing..."

He said casually, as a cartoonist, how can he not delay the manuscript? He didn't understand before, but now he has become a mature cartoonist. Compared to many seniors who are addicted to mahjong, honeymoons, and maid cafes, he is already quite dedicated.

Just last time when he went to the headquarters of Eishusha, Hojo Kyosuke saw an editor arguing with an author. The reason was that the cartoonist was addicted to reading other authors' comics, and even became the other party's comic assistant in order to see the next plot as soon as possible. He completely threw his own work aside, and enthusiastically painted shadows every day, happy like a 200-pound child.

The editor cried when he called. His hysterical look made Hojo Kyosuke worried that he might jump out of the window the next second. However, he might also run to strangle the author of "Here is a Happy Place" and come back later. After all, the muscles on the editor's arms seem to be really developed.

Thinking of this, Hojo Kyosuke was a little worried that Shimomura Tetsuya would also jump out of the window, so he said another sentence to strengthen the credibility:

"Really!"

"Are you drawing it? Send it to me now." Shimomura Tetsuya didn't buy it at all. It's rare to catch this guy, so he must get things done.

"It's not finished yet, at least finish a complete episode..."

"What about the character setting? Last time you said that the protagonist changed from a high school student to an elementary school student after drinking the magic black tea. You should have completed the appearance of the high school student and the character setting of the elementary school student, right? As your editor, it is my responsibility to review the character setting." Shimomura Tetsuya pressed on step by step.

"Hey, hey, hey, Shimomura, what are you talking about? Do you doubt that I haven't even decided on the character? We have worked together for so many years, don't you have this little trust?" Hojo Kyosuke was shocked.

"I used to, before you became a pigeon spirit. And I heard from Tongmeng Animation that you have only participated in one discussion meeting for the work so far. You are not just standing me up. If this continues, your nickname in the industry will change from "Almighty Hojo" to "Never Seen Hojo."

"Ahem... I am not the only first original artist, and the animation supervisor has not assigned me any tasks yet, so how can it be said that I am standing you up, and how can the original artist's affairs be said to be..."

As if the scene was reenacted, the spell in Oosaka Tsuyoshi's mouth rang in Hojo Kyosuke's mouth.

"Hojo, I am really worried that you will still be drawing this year's draft at Christmas next year. If you become such a person, as your editor, I will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame in the industry and told as a fable to every new editor who has just entered the industry. As for me, when I think of that scene, I feel that it would be better to die early. But I am really unwilling to see Masao get married and have children. By the way, it was Masao who introduced your work to me.

Hey, if Masao knew that his idol became such a person, he would be very painful. It’s all because of my incompetence as a father who can’t even complete my job. Do you know, Hojo, my hair has fallen out...”

Shimomura Tetsuya said with great sorrow, and he began to choke up at the end.

Hojo Kyosuke felt his scalp tingling when he heard it, and at the same time, he felt a little embarrassed.

“Ahem, it’s really finished, I’ll send it to you as soon as I hang up the phone!” He said quickly.

“Really?”

“Really, really, I’m hanging up! "The resentful tone on the other side scared Hojo Kyosuke so much that his skin got goosebumps.

After hanging up the phone, he immediately picked up the tablet beside him and started drawing quickly.

No one may believe it, but he is actually the president of a very serious animation company, so these things are always ready.

Now he is no longer the rookie who has to spend a lot of effort to draw eggs. After only five or six minutes of drawing, the images of Maoli Ran, Kudo Shinichi, and Edogawa Conan appeared on the screen. Of course, his mobile phone screen was always on during this period, because the editor-in-chief Shimomura, who did not receive the email, was making a series of death calls.

Hu——

Exhaling a breath, Hojo Kyosuke looked at the tablet for a moment and nodded with satisfaction. Nodding.

As expected of me, I can even draw beautiful girls' comics.

The Xiaolan he drew was not the one with a devil's scream on her head, whose special move was to knock the playboy Kudo Shinichi to the ground with a brutal collision, but the one with the same hairstyle as the beautiful Kudo Shizuka in the original comics, gentle and fashionable. This gentle image is in stark contrast to the moment when Xiaolan got angry and broke the telephone pole with one punch, which is very helpful for character creation.

Conan's head was not drawn that big, but more like a normal person.

After checking, he packed the files and sent them to Shimomura Tetsuya, and the other party called three seconds later. This time he answered the phone immediately with full confidence.

"How about it, I thought about it for a long time before deciding. ”

It seems that forcing the body to answer the phone just now has exhausted the last bit of conscience, so someone is speaking with confidence now.

Listening to the eldest brother's words, Hirata Shuntaka, who was concentrating on driving in front, felt a million and two hundred thousand points of admiration in his heart.

"It doesn't feel good. Mao Lilan is not recognizable enough. It is impossible for people to see that she is the heroine at a glance."

What Hojo Kyosuke didn't expect was that Shimomura Tetsuya didn't even give him praise, but he had already prepared a lot of humble words to say.

"Hmm? What exactly is the problem? Do you have any suggestions? ”

He asked for advice honestly. Although he had a world behind him, he was not so arrogant that he thought he would never make mistakes. As a plagiarist, he was always cautious and serious. Whether it was the original comic "One Punch Man" or the later novel "The Devotion of Suspect X", he always asked for advice from more experienced people. Well, that is, Eriri and Shiwa. He actively absorbed the experience of the two, checked for deficiencies and filled in the gaps, and then copied the current results.

"Mouri Ran's hairstyle would be very beautiful if it was put in reality, and even the one you drew would be very beautiful, but it would not meet the requirements as a comic character."

Tetsuya Shimomura said seriously:

"How about changing that arc to a sharper one?"

Hearing this, Hojo Kyousuke's heart skipped a beat.

"Or how about simply drawing it as a triangle? A girl with a triangular cone angle, no matter who she is, will notice her immediately. Who else could be such a character other than the heroine? And she can also give people such a role like this. The reader is given a hint that this girl is not as gentle as she seems..."

Listening to Tetsuya Shimomura's words over there, Kyousuke Hojo felt a ridiculous feeling in his heart.

It turns out that this is how the sharp-horned devil was born? Shimomura, do you think you have such a weird aesthetic?

"...In addition, there is a miniature version of the protagonist. Why is the head drawn so small? The children's characters are originally very small and inconspicuous. If the head is so small, readers will have a hard time reading it, and the head is bigger. It will also increase the cuteness of the characters. Although I haven’t seen the later content, the interaction between the smaller version of the protagonist and the heroine is also an important aspect, right? A cuter character will greatly improve the watchability of the plot. "

Over there, Tetsuya Shimomura kept talking, and over here, Kyousuke Hojo's eyes opened wider and wider.

"...Since the heroine's hairstyle has been changed, shouldn't the male protagonist also change it? It will increase the sense of a couple."

"Editor Shimomura." Hojo Kyousuke said.

"Ah? What?" Tetsuya Shimomura, who was talking enthusiastically, was stunned.

"You're not saying that just to get back at me for delaying the manuscript, right?"

"Ha!? What are you talking about! I am giving advice from the perspective of a professional editor. Are you doubting the professionalism of a person who has climbed from a small editor to the position of editor-in-chief step by step! We have worked together for so many years, Don’t you even have this little trust in me?”

Hojo Kyosuke was silent for a moment and said softly:

"...Then tell me, do you know a man named Aoyama Gosho?"

"Who is that? Your driver?" Tetsuya Shimomura said without knowing why.

"Hmm... Strictly speaking, he should be considered my God of Wealth, right?"

Someone breathed a sigh of relief and had an idea in his mind. Later, he would build a shrine for these generous authors and let them become gods in another world.

"Don't talk about those messy things. What do you think of what I just said?" Shimomura Tetsuya said.

"Let me try to change it first."

After hanging up the phone, Hojo Kyousuke picked up his tablet and started making changes.

Three minutes later, he fell into silence as he looked at the sharp-angle couple and their big-headed son.

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