People in Tokyo, the world is clear

The confidence comes from being a person of the future. Some simple common sense, some very ordinary memories, when put into today's context, are all advanced concepts.

It may not necessarily adapt to the times, but there must be connotations of success to follow.

“So, my suggestion is, don’t learn those popular works.”

Lin Sen put away all the piles of comic books spread out on the table.

"The story of the Blue Scary Doraemon isn't about the style of the painting, it's more about the core. Don't try to imitate it, it won't play to your strengths."

"it is good."

"Toriyama-sensei's method of creating a sense of passion, excitement, and even joy is his most advanced technique. Don't blindly imitate him."

“I understand.”

Responding blankly, Kurosawa Rina tentatively pointed at the sports-themed work in Lin Sen's hand.

"Well, what about this?"

"Still playing football?"

In fact, famous comics all have their own unique characteristics. In other words, they have their own secrets that attract people.

In other words, factors such as style must correspond to certain target groups in the market and be favored.

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"But I don't see anything like this in your current draft, Kurosawa."

Lin Sen placed the manuscript on the table as gently as possible, but still triggered the fright switch.

"Boom!"

The wild dog banged its head on the table again, "I'm sorry!"

"I've already emphasized that this isn't your fault. If you apologize again, I'll just stand up and leave this room."

"Woo..."

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Only after comforting and threatening did the big golden retriever raise its timid head and try to look back.

Lin Sen turned the paper over and presented the manuscript to the original author.

"Now, let's look at the story itself. For example, here."

Pointing to one of the plots.

"If it were you, Kurosawa. When someone you don't know or are unfamiliar with knocks on your door, what would be your first reaction?"

"I."

After a long silence, the wild dog stammered, "Shrink, shrink?"

"So what are you drawing here?"

"Just open the door."

"That's the problem, then."

Lin Sen tapped his knuckles on the table. "Why do you draw it like that?"

"Right..."

"Ok?"

A sudden sharp look immediately stopped the apology. After a while, the stuttering voice sounded again.

"If you don't open the door, the story won't be able to continue."

Kurosawa Rina tried hard to explain, "If the story is too slow, maybe everyone will get impatient."

"That's a misunderstanding." Lin Sen sighed. "So, in your opinion, Kurosawa, what do these images serve?"

He flipped forward and saw a series of pictures that looked like portraits of people, all appearing in front of the blond cartoonist in front of him.

Her expression gradually became confused, but no longer painful. Instead, she looked at me with a vague understanding.

"Yes, the characters. If I were to focus on the story, the first scene would probably be the door opening."

"Boom!"

"what!"

The sudden slamming of a fist on the table startled Kurosawa Rina, but she soon noticed that the expression of the young man in front of her had changed significantly.

"That's right. You see, Kurosawa yourself also wanted to achieve this. This shows that you have that kind of visual sense in your head that is unique to cartoonists. This is talent."

The straightforward praise was obviously beyond his tolerance, so the wild dog lowered his head in panic and said, "No, no."

"Let's get back to business."

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Lin Sen didn't give her time to react, instead rapidly flipping through the pages. "Look, because you made the mistake of jumping into the socializing too quickly, everything that follows becomes a mere logline. You spent so much time establishing the heroine's character upfront, and people might have initially been interested in her. Then you discarded all her characteristics and instead told a generic story using a formula everyone's probably familiar with."

"..."

"As a reader, would you read a manuscript like yours?"

"I."

“Would you enjoy your own work?”

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"I..."

What Lin Sen didn't expect was that tears burst out from the blue eyes in front of him.

Perhaps I was vaguely aware of these chronic diseases, and this time my pain points were directly touched upon.

I wanted to think of some words of comfort, but I didn't expect that she had already wiped away her tears and sniffed hard.

"Sorry... No, I, I'll adjust it. Xiaolin, wait for me for a moment. Thank you, thank you."

"Do you want me to avoid it?"

"Yes, if you can, thank you."

Lin Sen stood up, went out, and stood on the balcony to admire the sky and the flying birds.

At this time, if you have a mosquito coil at hand, lighting it and letting it emit smoke, it would probably be a reasonable and pleasant scene.

But smoking is harmful to health. So Lin Sen stuck to his principles and, like a fool, put his hands in his pockets and played a game of Gobang with himself, using the white and blue sky as his canvas.

Until the sound of a door opening creaked behind me.

"Okay, okay."

"Ah."

Enter the room.

After sitting down again, Lin Sen spoke first:

"I have to apologize for this."

Ms. Kurosawa, who had wiped her tears, was startled.

When he waved his hand, Lin Sen snatched the right to speak again.

"Theory and practice are two different things. I may understand some of the theory, but I know nothing about the actual operation of it, even less than you do. The tone of your scolding just now really sounded uncomfortable, and that's my problem."

"without!"

The golden retriever waved his hands with all his might, "No, I don't blame you. I still want to listen."

"Really?"

"Um,"

Only after receiving the woman's affirmative answer did Lin Sen look at her face again.

"Now that we've discussed the crux of the matter, let's move on to my medical advice. As I said before, accept it selectively."

"Yes."

Kurosawa Rina took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and then cast an expectant gaze at the young man in front of her.

His expression remained the same. Calm, indifferent. As if he had a thousand things to tell.

confidence...

Kurosawa Rina felt this from him.

Chapter 62: Peace of Mind and Firmness of Self

The world is cruel. Only a few people have smooth sailing.

The most important thing is just the simple matter of not getting defeated.

It is easier said than done.

“So, I say, confidence is the mast that the crew holds tightly to in the storm.”

Lin Sen concluded with a firm tone, "Holding on to this thing won't let you survive. You might still die in the whirlpool. But if you don't hold on to it and let the wind and waves throw you into the sea, you will definitely die."

Stray Dog Kurosawa is a failed manga artist. There is nothing to hide about this.

I am used to a style of painting that is rejected by the current editor’s eye for not being realistic enough.

Limited by his limited life experience, he lacks the skills to create a fun and humorous story that is both entertaining and witty.

Longing for earth-shaking change is an extremely difficult, time-consuming and uncertain process, just like trying to rub out a weather controller from a broken boat in a storm and restore the sky to a clear state.

Confucius said: I am playing.

So, all we have to do now is hold on to the mast, do our best to move, and then pray.

Pray that the waves will have the right direction, pray that the mast will have the strength to persevere, and pray that someone will see the struggling person seeking help through the turbid storm.

Die, or bet on a miracle.

A desperate but true choice.

"Or maybe the situation isn't as bad as we thought. Perhaps if we hold on for another ten minutes, we can reach the other side of the clear sky."

After finishing the chicken soup, Lin Sen returned to the main topic.

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Turn back to the paragraph where the problem occurs.

"Try to put yourself in this situation. If it were Kurosawa, you wouldn't open the door, right?"

"Yes."

"So, what next? Try to think in this direction."

There was a brief silence after this suggestion.

Then, a hand reached out timidly and carefully removed the drawing from Lin Sen's palm as he released his hand.

The trivial details after the door was opened were set aside and ignored.

New sheets of drawing paper were taken out, and within minutes, the blanks were filled in with scribbled sketches and returned.

What was presented to Lin Sen was a brand new plot.

Not to mention the astonishing speed of drafting and the skillful storyboarding.

Just talking about the new plot is enough to make people's eyes light up.

Startled by the knock on the door, the girl scribbling on the drawing paper curled up and began to worry.

He hid under the table, tossing and turning, trying to get up but then quickly sitting back down, shrinking into himself.

Ten minutes later, he suppressed his fear and almost crawled towards the door like a coward.

Finally, I managed to open a crack, trying hard to resist the trembling caused by the cold air outside. I felt the difficulty in opening the door, and the disappointment of finding that there was no one outside.

After that, there is another cycle of regret, self-blame and retreat into the shell.

The image of the protagonist is vivid and lifelike.