God Descends the Second Element

Shuji Matsumoto stood silently at the door. For the first time, he realized that his last decision might be wrong. At the same time, he also got to know the god inside who was called a genius by the outside world for the first time.

When Wang Hao left the editorial office, Shuji Matsumoto followed them not long after, because he also had something to say to them, but when he was still outside the door, he heard the words coming from inside, and the content was word for word. The ground fell into his ears.

He reached out his hand hesitantly, and was about to knock on the wooden door gently, but when he was still the slightest distance away from the wooden door, Matsumoto Shuji put down his hand and walked slowly to the window sill next to him.

He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and shook the box. Shuji Matsumoto skillfully held a cigarette exposed at the mouth of the box with his mouth, took out a lighter and lit it slowly.

Looking up at the sky outside, it was blue, but Shuji Matsumoto knew in his eyes that there was another dark sky. What Wang Hao said just now made him find a spark of fire.

Maybe this wisp of fire will be swallowed up by the darkness, but it may also gradually illuminate the entire dark starry sky.

When the cigarette was burned out, Shuji Matsumoto threw the cigarette butt into the trash can nearby, glanced sideways at the light brown document bag in his hand and shook his head. In the end, he did not knock on the door, alone. He walked towards the editorial office again.

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Wang Hao naturally did not expect that what he just said would be heard by Matsumoto Shuji, the editor-in-chief of Weekly Jump, but even if he knew it, he would not have any more thoughts, because sometimes what is needed is the results of practical actions, and It's not just talk.

Iida Ayano looked at Wang Hao and waved his hands irritably, and said with some resentment: "No matter what! No matter what! You should pay more attention to yourself over there. Even if I want to take care of you, I will not give in. If you do something like It's not as beautiful as what you said, so you just wait until Ou OO shrinks by three centimeters... No! Ou OO can shrink by six centimeters!!"

"Hey! Please don't treat other people's OOOO like a toy so casually. Is there Mashiro next to you? Pay more attention to the surrounding environment, and give me back the emotion I just felt!"

Wang Hao complained loudly with black lines all over his head, why is it like a sudden change of people? Why does it suddenly increase to six centimeters in size? This is a big deal, okay? Don't say such vicious words so casually about other people's life-long matters!

How can it be repaired! ! Fortunately, he thought he was a good editor just now, but the next moment he choked on a mouthful of thick liquid that was stuck in his bronchus, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Iida Ayano waved her hand casually: "Don't mind this little thing."

This is such a trivial matter, Nimei! Wang Hao rolled his eyes, why did he find such an unscrupulous editor?

"By the way, the sales of the Five Centimeters Per Second manga version were very good last week. SQ has already caught up with Jump sales last week just by relying on Five Centimeters Per Second. The higher-ups are also paying attention to this aspect. How about the progress of Shirotan in comics? Are you ready?"

"If I remember correctly, Mashiro and I should both be responsible cartoonists under your banner. Can you be more attentive?"

"I would like to let Mashiro know more about some of the material content that has greatly improved. Moreover, the comics that Mashiro submitted are all perfect works. Can I still find any faults with you here?"

Iida Ayano's words contained extremely deep resentment, which actually made Wang Hao a little embarrassed: "Well... indeed, I prepared the name in advance for Mashiro to create. Then you just remember to teach from scratch. I will also be there to assist and help.”

Hearing what Wang Hao said, Iida Ayano's resentment dissipated a lot. Indeed, Wang Hao's choice to let Mashiro create the Five Centimeters Per Second comic version was also a help to Mashiro, and it also solved the doubts in her heart. "It turns out you created NAME. I was wondering why Mashiro's progress suddenly became so great. It seems that this problem is still a bit serious now."

"So I'm going to let you teach me from the beginning. The currently serialized manga version of Second Five can help Mashiro gain some experience. In short, let's start with how to tell stories."

"You are not sympathetic at all, and you threw the heaviest pot away at once."

"Is this what you should say as an editor in charge?"

Iida Ayano was immediately choked by Wang Hao and was speechless, because this was indeed her own job, "Mashiro-chan, it will be a bit hard next, but be mentally prepared."

Wang Hao quickly stopped him and said: "Don't worry about this yet, I have to give Mashiro extra lessons recently, otherwise Zhenbai will have to stay for tutoring during the holidays, and he will probably face repeating the grade.

If this happens, can you still expect Mashiro to continue drawing comics? As Mashiro's caregiver in Neon, although I personally don't pay attention to grades, I will not let Mashiro drop out of school and draw comics at home, because the learning process itself is very important, and if left unchecked, Mashiro will gradually fall off the rails of society. "

Hearing this, Iida Ayano also frowned. Then she remembered that Wang Hao and Mashiro were both high school students. What the other party said was very reasonable. She herself didn't want Mashiro to drop out of school and stay at home to draw comics. She couldn't help but He asked tentatively: "From what you say, Mashiro's grades are very bad?"

"More than just bad? See for yourself!"

Wang Hao, who had a headache, took out a stack of test papers from the backpack he carried and handed them over. After Ayano Iida took the test paper and looked at the bright red zero duck eggs on it, she suddenly became silent.

Not just bad, absolutely terrible, right? !

Seeing Iida Ayano's silent expression, Wang Hao suddenly laughed and said enthusiastically: "You don't have to worry too much. I remember that Mashiro's grades were pretty good when he was in junior high school, and he was also very smart. Although I don't know what he is now. What's going on, but as long as you teach Mashiro and study seriously, editor-in-chief, do you have any extra time?"

"You want me to help teach Mashiro to study?"

Ayano Iida pointed at her face with a weird expression, with a mocking smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. Wang Hao didn't feel the same when he saw this, and continued to smile and said: "I will also give careful guidance. Mashiro is studying, but you also know that I still have to draw comics, write novels, etc., so there is some shortage of time. I think you, editor, don’t want Mashiro, a good talent, to stop drawing comics, right?

Of course, the editor does not need to teach Mashiro to study all the time. He can just take the time to come over and give guidance when he is free. "

Looking at Wang Hao's bright smiling face, Iida Ayano couldn't help but gritted her teeth and said: "You guys have already planned this, right?!"