Big Manga

Tokyo is the first and final place. Meng Huo embarked on his journey to the Far East from here, and he is also planning to leave from here.

It was evening when we arrived in Tokyo, and the crimson sky was clear without any stain.

"It shouldn't be raining today..."

Standing at the entrance of the station, Meng Huo looked at the sky and said that he was so impressed by the rain in Tokyo that he was still a little bit resentful now two weeks later.

"Meng Jun, don't worry, the weather is so good, it will definitely not rain."

Yoshida Keiko smiled and said that she is still their tour guide, but today is the last day. After tonight, Meng Huo and his party will return to Ninghai by plane.

Keiko Yoshida was a little bit reluctant to get along with her for more than ten days. This was the best guest she had ever met since she was a tour guide. The three of Meng Huo felt like close friends to her, and they were very happy during the trip.

"I hope so. If it rains again, I'll be out of luck."

Meng Huo turned back and smiled, Alice arranged for him to play the piano stage, which is said to be an open-air park, if it rains again, the performance may be ruined. And in that case, the release of "Fate/staynight" will be postponed.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a noise in Ueno Park. The cherry blossom viewing in this park does not stop even at night. The cherry blossom trees on the roadside are hung with shining light bulbs, which look dazzling and beautiful.

"Please come here and line up to buy tickets!"

At the three entrances of the square surrounded by cherry blossoms, dozens of staff sweated and shouted at the swarming crowd, instructing people to line up to buy tickets to enter.

"Why are there so many spectators? Isn't it estimated that there are only a few hundred people? There are at least two thousand people here!"

"I heard that a cartoonist is coming to perform, and these people are fans of that cartoonist."

"No way... No wonder those people's clothes are so strange. The word 'xi' on the back refers to the cartoonist? Ms. Masako has fewer fans than a cartoonist!"

The staff were busy talking and chatting. Beside the swarming crowd, some reporters took photos of the queuing scene with cameras, and one reporter even called the newspaper office.

"Yes, unexpectedly, there are at least 2,000 people...it must be no small matter. Editor-in-Chief, if you send another person over here, we don't have enough manpower!"

And in the square,

Next to the temporary stage, the two managers, Suzuki and Fukuyama, were dumbfounded looking at the dense crowd in front of them.

"Mr. Fukuyama, who is that manga artist? Why are there so many fans?" Ms. Suzuki asked excitedly. be successful.

It can be predicted that if Masako makes no mistakes tonight, her number of fans will surge. And there will be a lot of reports tomorrow. As a newcomer who just debuted, Xia Chuan Masako picked up a big bargain!

"This, I'm not very clear..."

Fukuyama wiped his sweat and replied, this scene was also beyond his expectation. But... those who refused to provide the stage would have to regret it if they were there, adding thousands of spectators in vain, which is not a small number.

"Natsukawa Masako is really lucky... But Miss Alice's vision is still so good..."

Fukuyama sighed in his heart. Yanjing's witch is indeed a witch. Even if she is not in the entertainment industry, the cartoonist she values ​​will have a star-like effect. Fukuyama doesn't usually read manga, but after today, he felt he had to read it...

"Miss Suzuki, our tickets are sold out!"

At this time, a staff member hurried over, looking very flustered: "The seats at the scene are full, and now the crowd outside is starting to make a commotion, and we can't stop them. They must enter. What should we do now?"

Suzuki was taken aback.

"It doesn't matter if the tickets are sold out, let them pay the money and enter directly." Fukuyama is more experienced, and replied with help: "Because there is no place, these people may be dissatisfied. You have to halve the admission fee..."

"I see. I know!"

The staff suddenly realized, and retreated in a hurry.

Ms. Suzuki made a calculation in her heart. The manga artists don't need income, and all the ticket income tonight will go to Masako. This time it's really a lot of money!

"Mr. Fukuyama, Masako's performance is about to start. I'll go backstage to help prepare." Suzuki looked at his watch and bowed to leave. Fukuyama stood there to help with some chores. After the performance started, he found that the scene was in good order.

Although most of the audience did not come for Masako, they stood still without booing. Many people gathered together to chat and chat, but they were not loud enough to hinder Masako's performance.

"What are they talking about?"

Fukuyama walked over with a hint of doubt, he wanted to hear the chat content of these people.

"Ms. He Xi's visit to Fukuoka was received by my friends and me. He is even more cordial than rumored. Look, this is a photo of us together..."

"Damn it, I'm so envious. Teacher He Xi is really handsome. Sigh... He stayed in Kanagawa for a day before leaving. I didn't spare time. I came to Tokyo specially today. I don't know if I can meet him."

Several young people were talking about cartoonists, and Fukuyama pricked up his ears. What kind of cartoonist is that? He seems to have a very close relationship with readers.

"Don't worry, Teacher He Xi will leave tomorrow, he will find a place to meet everyone tonight!"

"He met us last time in Osaka, but some readers were too much and refused to let go of him. Today, such a scene must not happen..."

"Yes, we can't make Teacher He Xi angry, he is the only one who is willing to get along with us."

mingle? Fukuyama frowned slightly, it was really an anecdote that the cartoonist could get along well with the fans.

He became interested in He Xi, and on the stage, Xia Chuan Masako's performance was unprecedentedly excellent. Under the watchful eyes of so many people, she did not make any mistakes. Her beautiful face and sweet singing voice aroused rounds of applause below the stage.

Especially some young people who didn't come for her also applauded a lot, took out their mobile phones and secretly took pictures of her.

"Humph!" Masako Xia Chuan felt complacent. After tonight, her fans will increase again. The media and newspapers will praise her, and the company will pay more attention to her. Maybe it won't be long before she will become the new idol of young people in the Far East.

However, just when everything was going well and the last song was sung, Xia Chuan Masako felt a trace of rain dripping on her face.

"It's raining!" She was taken aback. The weather forecast didn't say it was going to rain. The rain fell as soon as it said it would. What if she got wet?

But fortunately, she sang the last song smoothly. After singing, the rain changed from raindrops to drizzle.

"Ha... so dangerous..."

Xia Chuan Masako called it thrilling, and her performance almost screwed up. But soon she became happy again, it was raining, this is good, the cartoonist's performance is going to be ruined, he will not let his performance be ashamed.

Masako Xia Chuan looked out of the stage with her head, and the audience outside really became agitated. Some people cursed the weather, and more people seemed restless.

But at this moment, Fukuyama suddenly walked onto the stage, holding the microphone and said: "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. Teacher He Xi has sent a message. He will arrive soon, and he will not break his promise."

Xia Chuan Masako was stunned by his words.

"That cartoonist is crazy!"

It's raining now, can you perform outdoors when it's raining? And even if they could, would those readers be willing to wait in the rain?

Outside Ueno Park, a taxi pulled up.

"It's raining again, it's really unlucky..." Meng Huo got out of the car, handed a file bag to Shen Jie, and said: "I'll run over first, and you should take a good look at these things, especially this manuscript. Don't get wet!"

Shen Jie nodded, took out a plastic bag to wrap the documents, and said, "Don't worry, Meng Huo, I will try my best not to let your comics get wet!"

The two-week trip brought her and Meng Huo closer. Shen Jie was very happy that Meng Huo would entrust such important documents to her for safekeeping.

She knew that the comics in it were very important. This is a new work prepared by Meng Huo during his travels. According to him, this work may reduce the channel gap between Phoenix and Zhongxia Company. That is to say, this comic is a A pivotal comic that could have opened up the market for Phoenix.

"Meng Huo is really a workaholic..."

Looking at the back of Meng Huo leaving, Shen Jie thought sweetly in her heart, but she witnessed the birth of this sea-centered comic, and it also represented the memory of this trip in her heart.

"Auntie, Miss Keiko, let's go too!"

After carefully putting away the manga manuscript, Shen Jie turned to Li Qin and the others and said. No one would want to miss Meng Huo's last performance in the Far East, and Shen Jie was looking forward to the appearance of that piano piece.

But she was a little worried. Meng Huo hadn't played the piano for a long time, and Shen Jie had never seen him practice during the trip. Can he play in front of so many people?

"What kind of piano piece is it..."

Yoshida Keiko held up the umbrella, Shen Jie supported Li Qin who was motion sick, and the three walked towards the square together.

In the square at this time, it was raining heavily. Some audience who had come to watch Masako Yoshida sing noticed the weather and turned away one after another. And those who saw the leaflets coming in also left one after another, and only a few people who didn't know the truth stayed because of curiosity.

But even if these people left, there were still 2,000 people left in the square, and everyone was waiting quietly. Some cameramen wiped the rain in front of the camera. Soon, like a thunderstorm in the rain, the crowd suddenly burst Cheers.

"Teacher He Xi!"

The camera quickly turned to the camera, and the crowd gradually separated, revealing the figure of a young man.

"That cartoonist..." Masako Xia Chuan widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Why is he younger than me!" (Your support from Dingtian Novels is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read here.)