God descends the second element

It has nothing to do with status and status, it is entirely dependent on personal morality and accomplishment, even if they all know that the god master teacher is only a 16 or 7-year-old young man who is still in high school.

Almost all the editors remained silent, but one of them was uncomfortable, and that was Iida Ayano, who shouldn't have remained silent. At this moment, she pursed her mouth in silence, frowning tightly, and did not answer Horiuchi Maru. What Hui said just now.

Seeing this situation, Horiuchi Marue just sighed lightly and didn't say much. On the contrary, he admired Iida Ayano's attitude, but would never agree, because indecision in the workplace is a taboo.

At this moment, seeing that the atmosphere on the scene began to ease, the Deputy Editor-in-Chief Kitahara finally shook his head and said: "I admit, I believe that everyone knows that the god master teacher is a genius, but it is only difficult to have a novel. The talent of imagination, although there is a connection between novels and comics, they are two different things after all.

Let me be more blunt. I think that the god master teacher does not have the talent in comics, so no matter how you draw it, it is impossible to draw results. Therefore, editor Iida, you should not be horny, and follow the gods as you like. Teacher, go, anyway, you still have to face the end of being cut in half.

Unless a miracle happens to change all this, it's wrong... It seems that for the current industry, there is no miracle at all."

In the end, the deputy editor-in-chief Kitahara showed a faint self-deprecating color on his face. Over the years, he did not know how many strange things he had seen, all about strange things in this industry.

Yes, it's really strange.

Why can't I achieve success after working hard?Why do you just stand still after struggling?Why has there been no progress after insisting on the situation?Isn't this strange?

miracle?This term seems to be completely nonsense to the deputy editor-in-chief of Kitahara. Even if there is a miracle, it is impossible to appear in the current comics world, because this world is strange, so strange that people living in this world can selectively Forget the word miracle.

If the miracle really exists, then the comic industry today will not turn into this strange look, the whole place is smoky, cartoonists and editors and the majority of comic friends have to live in this place.

"Well, it's useless to say more."

Editor-in-chief Matsumoto waved his hand and ended this somewhat low topic in an instant. He turned his head to look at another editor and asked in a deep voice, "I heard that you recently made a very good one. Newcomer?"

Facing Editor-in-Chief Matsumoto’s question, Jun Ishimoto shook his head quickly, and said modestly: "Uh... if the work is to be serialized now, it will not work at all, but I think his potential is still there, at least. It will only be done for another year or two."

"That's it..."

Shuji Matsumoto responded softly, and did not ask more.

Because whether it is one month or two months, it is still within his tolerance, but one or two years is too long, even if the newcomer cartoonist can draw iconic comics in the future, it is too late. Up.

After all, the distance can't dissolve the near fire, not to mention whether the other party can draw the appearance-level comics is also a problem. If the phenomenon-level comics are really so easy to create, then Shueisha will not be like this now.

Moreover, there was a time difference of one or two years. I am afraid that Shueisha would have fallen from the leading position long ago. Even if there are phenomenal comics by then, it is not certain that it can surpass the Shogakukan or Kodansha.

As one of the three people, it is certainly not the only one who has made progress. Perhaps the other party can take advantage of this time to pull them a few streets.

The two good news and two bad news that Marue Horiuchi told just now made them all recognize the status quo.

The full-time hunter serialized by Mr. Tokken Yoshihiro and Mr. Shiina Mashiro set a record in the second five comic book version. These two good news are not really good news for them, and there is no strong connection at all.

The former has strong limitations, which will become apparent after a period of time, while the latter, even if the grades are good, are not the comics serialized in the weekly jump after all, everyone present can only stare at Masahiko Ibaraki.

Regarding the gaze cast by everyone, Masahiko Ibaraki did not shy away from accepting it frankly, sitting openly on the chair, with a heart-felt smile on his face, everyone had to withdraw their gazes sadly.

Even if I regret my intestines now, it won't help.

Good things do not go out, bad things go a long way.

The two good news have nothing to do with them, but the two bad news are closely linked to the editorial department.

First of all, when the full-time hunter ceases publication, I am afraid that the weekly jump sales will show an unprecedented avalanche trend. That is, the god master teacher was truly abandoned.

Next, Shueisha’s internal resources will definitely not lean toward the comic book "Dragon Ball", and even the second and third privileges will be cancelled...

Chapter 325 Go to be a photographer!

Wang Hao, who was in school, knew nothing about the news of the editorial department of Shueisha, but he could guess nine out of ten.

And even if someone told him the facts, Wang Hao would only be surprised at most, but he was more relieved. He knew that the preferential treatment he received at the beginning of the "Dragon Ball" serialization was already strong enough.

While Wang Hao was sitting in a concentrative position, he picked up a pen to write and draw in a notebook alone, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu next to him finally couldn't help but start to speak with some doubts: "What are you doing?"

"I'm thinking about the heroine of a certain next work." Wang Hao raised his head and replied with a faint smile. The smile on his face was a bit bitter, and it was very difficult to determine this quota.

Because there are too many works in his mind, it is indeed not a small problem to choose one suitable for the current environment.

Kasumigaoka Shiwa nodded and asked, "Is it a work that I used to despise the Yamada Fairy?"

Most of the members of the club knew about the victory or defeat between the Yamada fairy and him, and it also gave Wang Hao a bit of speechless Yamada fairy mouth, but the other party still kept the promise and did not say what the game was for. The reason for the class.

Wang Hao shook his head and said, "No, I have already figured out which work to compete with her. This is another one. How about the heroine creating a novel based on you? "

The work he wants to compete with the Yamada Fairy is "Koisora". These days, he has also tried to optimize the paragraphs and some scenes in it, and he has corrected some of the contents that have nothing to do with this world.

Based on the original work, it is better than the original work. Whether you are a copywriter or a copywriter, since you want to appear in this world in Wang Hao's mind, of course you must try your best to optimize it.

To do it, he must do his best. If he copy the public according to the original text, draw and copy the public without changing anything, then he might as well choose to be a second generation ancestor who eats and waits to die.

He has already seen a lot about the two worlds. At present, as long as they can create a two-dimensional empire, it does not matter if they copy the public. If they are simply carrying and not thinking about making progress, Wang Hao will not have this ideal, let alone make something like that. Now this foolish act.

If you have nothing to do all day, just look for the shortcomings and make corrections. If you choose to carry it directly, how easy is it?

Shiyu Xiazhiqiu had a narrow smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wang Hao with suspicion, "Is the perverted gentleman finally writing a little yellow article based on my super beautiful girl?"

Wang Hao raised his brows and his face became completely dark, "No way! And you have seen anyone who claims to be a super beautiful girl so narcissistically, even if I ask you to be humble, OK?"

Having said that, he felt a headache, and even Wang Hao now plans to skip a grade. If he continues to stay at the same table with Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu in this class, Wang Hao feels that his future must be difficult.

"Ha ha."

Facing Wang Hao's complaints, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu smiled unchangingly, and the energy he gathered up suddenly vented again, as if he stretched out his hand and hit the cotton with a fist.

Wang Hao really wanted to say,'You will lose your baby if you continue like this', but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that this sentence was too numb, and he got goose bumps just thinking about it.

Then he wanted to tell Xiazhiqiu Shiyu that this sentence is not good. Generally, people use the word “hehe” with a smile on the mouth, and the mmp in the heart, which is the so-called smile and hide the knife. Think it's a pig cry...

Wang Hao felt that no matter whether he said the former or the latter, his situation would seem a little uncomfortable, and he could only swallow the words in his stomach a little aggrieved.

After holding back for a long time, he finally couldn't help but look at Xiazhiqiu Shiyu seriously, and said something that he didn't even believe him, "It is not good to talk in class. We are still students, and we should abide by class discipline."

"I think this is at least a little better than someone absent from school all day long."

"..."

Hearing this, Wang Hao's lips were slightly opened, and he couldn't say the least rebuttal, so he sighed slightly, "When I went back to the Undead Chuan Library, I heard that the editor-in-chief said that your work will be published soon. How long is the time? It should be soon, right?"

"Well, it will probably be published today next year. What do you think of this speed?"

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu responded in an angry voice, and his legs under the table shook slowly. Wang Hao didn't know how to take it. It seemed that he stepped on the minefield again, so he had to bite the bullet. He replied: "Uh... after all, you have only serialized it for a long time, and there is nothing wrong with waiting for more volumes to be published."

"Well, it can only do that now."

"I will go to join me when I wait for the signing meeting next year."

"Will you be perverted to get away from the love of your children and talk about love to come to my signing party?"