People in Tokyo, the world is clear

There was a flash of ignorance and novelty, but it eventually turned into trust.

"Well, let's give it a try."

Finally, she closed her eyes like an obedient child, but did not stop walking.

Old things and a few Lingjiulong stables

At first, my body trembled and staggered out of instinctive fear.

But under Lin Sen's guidance of slowing down the pace, he gradually found the rhythm.

Taking steps one step at a time.

"It seems quite fun."

"right."

"Well, from now on, please take good care of my health, Senior."

"Don't really fall asleep."

In the deepening night, amidst the brilliant neon lights, and among the fast-paced crowd, he held her hand as she walked slowly.

Chapter 60: Learning to Consider Patients' Opinions

[Mr. Shu, please—]

[It's been rainy season lately, and there are always unexpected rains. Remember to always have an umbrella with you when you go out.]

I'm so grateful for your encouraging words! It warms my heart. Do you have a friend in a similar situation? I'm curious about their situation. If possible, please tell me more about it.

I've been writing to you more frequently lately. Maybe I'm trying to take a new step, and I'm also preparing for a very important decision. I'm feeling a bit anxious, but I don't know how to express it, so I'm just going to talk to you, Mr. Shu.

early morning.

Lin Sen put down the letter he had taken from the post office and reached for the clothes hanger at the door.

His hand subconsciously froze in front of the light yellow coat he bought with a girl, then he came to his senses and changed his target, choosing the ordinary black coat next to it.

It was not until I changed my outer clothes that I finally managed to think of the content of my reply.

"Go out for breakfast, then come back and write."

He stuffed the letter back into the envelope, bent down, and threw the orange cat, which was still rubbing against his legs and shedding hair, next to the food bowl, then turned the doorknob.

Then, he was frightened by the scene in front of him.

What caught my eye was messy golden hair and a face filled with confusion and even subtle fear.

It seemed that it had not expected Lin Sen to open the door, and it was frightened and jumped back a big step like a canine.

Then, the face quickly becomes completely congested.

"me..."

Woo!

As if the faint sound of a train whistle was heard, the painter Miss Kurosawa turned around and rushed back to her apartment, almost crawling onto the ground.

"what's going on?"

But one thing is certain. He's probably here to find me.

There was a sudden shift in identity. Lin Sen stood at the next door and knocked.

About one minute and twenty seconds.

A little light creaked through the tiny crack in the door, followed by a probing eye.

"Can I help you?"

"Woo!" The person behind the door shuddered noticeably, "Actually, it's nothing..."

"Just tell me if you need anything. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, Kurosawa."

"No, not this."

The person behind the door probably hesitated for a long time before finally taking several deep breaths.

"It's just that I'm nervous."

Although the social anxiety attribute is still explosive, there is still a familiar level in it.

In the end, Miss Wild Dog used all her strength to pry the door open, leaving enough space for Lin Sen to come in and visit and sit down.

"Is such that!"

She almost knocked her head on the table and handed over a stack of drawings. "I'm ready to submit them. Can you help me take a look?"

"can."

Lin Sen replied.

So Kurosawa Rina kept this posture of bowing her head for a full thirty seconds, but she never waited for anyone to take over.

Then, she looked up cautiously and saw a somewhat serious expression.

"what!"

The wild dogs were a little scared.

Then, with her somewhat uneasy expression, Lin Sen raised a finger.

"First, Kurosawa."

"sorry!"

"."

Before he could finish his words, the woman in his sight knocked her head on the table again.

Lin Sen had no choice but to wait.

It wasn't until she tentatively raised her head again that she sighed.

"Don't apologize to me. Besides, there's no need to act like that. You don't owe me anything. Hold your head up and sit upright. We are equals."

"oh oh."

After ordering Miss Wild Dog, who had no idea how to get along with others, to sit up straight, Lin Sen's face turned serious again.

Then--

"sorry!"

In an instant, his face fell again when he was apologized to by the other party.

"So this is a serious expression, not an angry one! Don't be so scared!"

After calming down the other person, we got back to business.

"Let's first establish the premise. As a buddy, I have two identities I can switch between when I'm helping you review your manuscript. One is as a pure reader, and the other is like before, as your partner in manga creation. Which identity does Kurosawa want me to use?"

These words left the big dog stunned.

"Is there, what, a difference?"

"In short. As a reader, I only comment on the good and the bad, likes and dislikes. As a partner, I'm more strict and point out what I think are the shortcomings, and may also provide suggestions for revisions."

Lin Sen propped his chin up with his folded hands. "Of course, no matter which one, my opinion isn't necessarily right. The most important thing is that you must have your own judgment. If I think it's not good, and you think it's good, you must speak up. After discussion, it's up to you to decide whether to stick to your own opinion or listen to me."

"I see."

The wild dog began to swallow air due to excessive tension and held it for a long time.

then--

"I think, Xiaolin, give me some advice."

"it is good."

After clarifying the premise, Lin Sen reached out to take the manuscript, placed it in front of him, and read it carefully.

In fact, before today, I had vaguely heard Ms. Ito talk about this new work.

Originally, the artist Kurosawa had been completely devastated by the failure of having his work rejected many times. He didn't know what he was doing every day, and just mechanically drew various beginnings.

There's everything: everyday, superpowered, futuristic, punk, and even the most authentic and passionate.

Like a headless fly, I plan new drafts again and again, then quickly deny myself and move on to the next one.

Countless amounts of manuscript paper and ink were consumed.

If she hadn't been living a boring life of being so poor that she only had money left, she might have given up long ago.

It was not until I moved here that I slowly had a good idea and decided to return to my original intention and stick to painting girlish themes.

After asking Ms. Ito for help, I recently heard the story of Aoyama Xiazhi from the short-haired girl and got some inspiration.

Thus, the prototype gradually became the first draft in hand.

The cover shows a girl holding a guitar.

When you open the book, the story begins to unfold.

The protagonist is likely based on Wild Dog himself, a socially anxious person with no friends or social life, spending his days holed up at home and playing dirty. Because the theme is music, he's also supposed to play some guitar or something.

As for the story that follows, it is very simple to explain in detail.

The socially anxious girl is discovered by an extroverted but tormented dream chaser, whose prototype is the girl from Qingshan. She gradually goes on stage with her and fulfills her musical dream.

If you take a quick look at the beginning, there is indeed nothing wrong with it.

"only."

Lin Sen placed a page of the drawing on the table and pointed to one of the pages.

"Let's talk about the biggest issue first. What's the situation with this turning point?"

"In the previous plot, the heroine was still a socially anxious person afraid of sunlight. But after knowing the second heroine for two days, she can be dragged out by her and even talk to people normally?"

"I."

Kurosawa Rina scratched her cheek, and judging from her expression, she probably realized the absurdity of it.

Then, lower your head.

"I've seen a lot of popular comics where the protagonists, at the very beginning, would...quickly transform.

She muttered intermittently, "I guess this is probably the secret to the success of the work. So, I really want to paint that feeling. But, as I kept trying, it turned out like this."

"how to say."

Lin Sen pinched his chin. "I know you wanted to quickly attract readers at the beginning, or rather, attract the editors who will review your manuscript. But, to be frank, you handled it very poorly."

"Woo!"

Chapter 61: Clarifying the Root of the So-called Chronic Illness

"It's hard to tell a good story about something you haven't experienced. Lacking personal experience and relevant knowledge, it's extremely difficult to create a completely fictional story."

Lin Sen tried his best to sound less sharp. "So, even though I'm being blunt, Kurosawa doesn't have to think it's your fault. This phenomenon is perfectly normal."

For a person who stays at home and never goes out, in this era without the Internet, the channels for receiving information are too blocked.

The most important way to increase your experience is probably to have comic books piled up all over your house.

The only thing you can do is to read those popular comics over and over again, and then imitate them clumsily over and over again.

But counterfeits always have something dishonorable and hypocritical about them, and will make all readers subconsciously feel disgusted.

Humans are creatures that easily tire of the old and love the new. Even a timeless storytelling formula needs to be constantly updated with new bottles, otherwise it will become boring.

This description probably touched the painter's heart, and the expression on her face gradually changed from anxiety to confusion.

Gradually, I became lost again.

dejected.

"Then, what should I do..."

"Don't panic. We have friends here."

Lin Sen does have this confidence.