People in Tokyo, the world is clear

The classic socially anxious and autistic person, paired with a somewhat silly and cute non-realistic style of painting, is unexpectedly vaguely cute.

Right.

Lin Sen picked up the drawing with great satisfaction, but heard a muffled, uncertain question coming from the front.

"Isn't this kind of plot boring and dragged out? Besides, who would like a protagonist like this?"

Kurosawa Rina's voice began to tremble. "I stayed at home like a useless person, afraid to even go out and see people. I spent the whole day in a cycle of self-pity."

"Tsk, what are you talking about? I won't allow you to deny your own cuteness like this."

“Eh, eh?”

"I'm just kidding. No, it's not really a joke."

Lin Sen pinched his chin and began to choose his words.

"Comics are different from more traditional storytelling, such as novels."

For a novel's narrative to be effective, it requires not only the author's efforts but also the reader's imagination. In this case, readers are more inclined to put themselves in the perspective of the narrator, the protagonist.

But comics, or movies, or even more ancient Greek operas, are different.

Specific images replace the imaginary imagination, and readers will more often examine the whole story from a third-party God's perspective.

Completely different perspectives bring completely different needs and experiences.

Most novel readers don't like a timid, cowardly, and withdrawn protagonist, because words are always difficult to express, and not everyone can imagine that state.

What's more, substitute it in.

However, comic readers, with their intuitive visuals, are more receptive. They may even feel pity and sympathy for the protagonist's plight, hoping for change from an observer's perspective.

I also had the desire to continue watching.

Therefore, comics are a difficult subject. It takes a long time and effort to tell a short story.

But comics are also a clever subject matter, and the intuitive images can leave more options for narrative methods and plot design.

Ancient Greek opera composers were well aware of this, and some of them even took pleasure in designing plots to torture the protagonists in order to achieve the greatest performance effect.

"Having said all that, what I mean is that a character like the one Kurosawa is drawing right now might unexpectedly be popular in the comics."

More importantly, there are real successful cases of this kind of protagonist in later generations.

Before Lin Sen traveled through time, he had heard accurately about a comic work that told the story of a protagonist who was similar to the current protagonist portrayed by Kurosawa Rina.

Although I have never had time to watch it, I have been killed by some outrageous second creations.

I can say that I have some impression.

With future examples behind us, we naturally have some confidence.

"So, instead of trying to emulate the masters of this era and competing head-on with the increasingly competitive comics industry, it's better to try to open up a new field."

Seeing Kurosawa Rina's gradually clear eyes, Lin Sen handed the manuscript back. "Besides, after all, Kurosawa, your current goal is not to make money. It's just to get the manuscript approved. Isn't it?"

"Yes. I'm not short of money for the time being."

What a plain, dull and uninteresting answer.

Lin Sen stood up.

"That's right. Comic editors also have job pressures and KPIs. If they keep choosing the same subject matter, market response will decline due to boredom, and they won't be able to keep up. There will always be people who choose unpopular subjects to test the waters of a differentiated market. That way, your opportunity will come."

"Really?"

"Go ahead and give it a try. Instead of studying those unrealistic stories that make you miserable, wouldn't it be more comfortable to paint a more authentic version of yourself?"

Under Wild Dog's thoughtful gaze, Lin Sen patted her shoulder.

"Do you think what I said makes sense?"

"Wow... well, it seems."

It really looks like a big dog.

Suddenly, he remembered the big golden retriever from his hometown in his previous life, and he couldn't help but help the dog-like woman in front of him to tidy up the hair on her head.

"Woo!"

"Of course, let me repeat myself. My words are just suggestions. You don't have to do everything I say. You can calm down and think carefully about which plan is more suitable for you. There is no rush. If you still want to talk to me, you are welcome at any time. I, and Ito, will support your decision, Kurosawa."

"Um..."

When leaving, Lin Sen found that the wild dog's expression became unusually serious, and he was probably really thinking about it carefully.

When I think about my favorite career, that feeling of fear gradually disappears.

It’s a very gratifying progress.

Lin Sen didn't bother him anymore and just pretended to be cool, leaving behind a cool back view.

Then, open the door, step out, and close it.

Put your hands in your pockets and stare at the sky.

"Let's not talk about anything else. In terms of theory and knowledge, I'm still a little ahead. Let's stop with this chicken soup."

"Well, can I go in now?"

"what?"

Move the stables to the forest

When I turned around, I found that the girl with short hair was leaning against the wall next to me. I didn't know how long she had been listening.

"It's broken. I mean, I was just about to show off a little bit."

"Senior, you can also pretend I don't exist."

The girl smiled, clearly amused by the boasting.

But he quickly controlled his expression and tilted his head.

"But, anyway, one thing has been confirmed."

"How to say."

"Senior, you are really a good friend."

"I don't want to deny this at all."

Lin Sen never denies the facts.

as always.

Chapter 63: The Edge of the Newcomers

"So, Editor Sasakawa, you're saying that over time, frustrated souls will inevitably lose their confidence."

On the outskirts of Ota Ward, in front of a printing factory, Lin Sen moved a cardboard box of books into the back of his car and brushed off the dust on his hands.

"Probably. I've seen a lot of it, due to my profession." The female editor found a fan from somewhere to block out the dust and the smell of floating paper scraps. "People who claim to have some talent but lack luck often fall into deeper self-denial than the average person after failure, subconsciously devaluing everything about themselves. There are psychological explanations for this behavior, and some books I've read have explained it."

Halfway through his speech, a rare glimmer of envy flashed in his clear and cold eyes as he looked at the lower half of Lin Sen's face who was working.

Wearing a cloth mask properly.

"Actually, I have another one here, buddy." Lin Sen took out a new folded one from his pocket, but Flamingo turned his head away to refuse.

"No. Items that have been influenced by Disgusting-kun... cough, cough."

"As you wish."

I wanted to take another look at the funny thing about someone forcing himself to suffer, but I noticed a figure hurriedly coming from the distance.

He stood in front of the two people, first smiled and bowed at a small angle as a courtesy.

"Good afternoon, Editor Sasakawa."

"You can call me Xiaolin from now on."

"what?"

The visitor was stunned by the answer.

However, the chubby printing factory manager was obviously a very good reader, and he quickly smiled and pretended to share the joy:

"Ah... congratulations on your wedding, Editor Kobayashi. Didn't you take your honeymoon? You're still such a busy person. It must be very tiring."

“I don’t like formalistic things.”

"Oh, how can you say that? It's your husband's fault. After all, a beautiful woman like you needs to rest well after your wedding day."

Nice words are like sugar-coated bullets, but unfortunately, when they hit someone, even their expression doesn’t change.

After coughing twice more, Sasagawa Rimei's eyes became stern.

"So, why the sudden delay in shipping? Our company needs an explanation."

"this."

The printing factory manager shed two symbolic drops of sweat.

He scratched his head again and his tone became helpless.

"You've seen it too. I've been really busy these past two days."

The situation is not much different from what he said.

Originally, these few days should be a pretty free time. After selling this batch of books, I can start working and rest for a few days.

Who would have thought that an urgent order would come in. Party A was even more anxious and demanded that the product be sold quickly, putting everything else aside.

The printing company had originally intended to refuse the request. After all, everything has its own rules, and the printing company's clients were long-standing, established acquaintances. They couldn't let this incident ruin their relationships.

But what the other party gave was too much.

All the staff were reassigned, leaving no one available even to help with shipping. Half-packed books lay unattended in the factory.

If Lin Sen and Sasagawa Riya, who were free enough to ask a few more questions, had not found a group of people to rush over after understanding the situation, the matter might have been delayed for a few more days.

"Please understand. We will not be shortchanged on the relevant breach of contract compensation when the time comes."

The portly manager bowed again and lowered his voice. "This is a private explanation to Editor Sasa... Kobayashi about your true situation. I'd like you to polish your reasons for the publishing house."

After saying that, he quietly handed over an envelope.

Then Lin Sen saw the flamingo and his face instantly frowned.

However, before he could utter his habitual refusal or reprimand, he suddenly remembered something and his confidence weakened a lot.

Then, she quietly extended her slender hand in a very unskillful manner and clumsily took the envelope.

Lin Sen standing next to him felt guilty.

What makes birds, creatures that always hold their heads high, bow their heads to life?

The evil money is really the dirtiest ink.

It’s better not to criticize the lovely bird lady, but to criticize her nominal husband instead.

Dye his!

With a sigh, the goods were packed. The next step was to ship them to various bookstores and put them on the shelves.

Sitting firmly in the back seat of the shaky car and monitoring the situation, Lin Sen glanced at the amount in the red envelope next to him.

When I saw it clearly, I was shocked.

"That's a bit too much. How much did the client give?"

"As slowly as a child who has just learned to count money, his hands paused as he flipped through the banknotes. Then, he took out half and handed it over."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Fifty-five."

She really made me cry to death.

"Wow. That's not necessary. We agreed to only share the profits from the book."

"Isn't this the money related to publishing the book?"

"That's a bit too formal."