Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 173 Five centimeters per second
  While waiting for coffee, Fujiwara took out his phone and checked the time. Although the calendar on the phone was unreliable, the time was still accurate.

【10:04】

It was four minutes later than the agreed time, but he didn't see the editor he was going to make an appointment with, so he thought it was the one sitting opposite him.

The woman sitting next to her was also checking her watch frequently, much like the editor who had called him before.

Fujiwara watched for a while, and when he was about to ask, a dark-haired woman with a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth came over with a cup of black coffee.

"Sir, your coffee is ready. Please use it slowly."

"Well, thank you." Fujiwara Xinghai thanked him and took the coffee, then turned his head without looking at the woman's face.

It's not that I'm too shy to look, I just feel a little embarrassed to just stare.

After putting down the coffee, she burst into tears but did not leave directly. She held the tray and bowed her head, saying softly, "Sir, if you need anything else, you can come to me."

Because Xiaotong left in anger, she had to move back and forth between the front desk and the kitchen.

"Oh, okay." Fujiwara glanced at the other party with some confused thoughts, and was shocked by the sudden change in her painting style.

Ke Xue World actually has such a style of painting?
  "Uh uh uh…"

Fujiwara subconsciously opened his mouth, but he didn't know what he wanted to say, or what he should say.

Is it a gift from God or a punishment? Looking at the woman's charming face, Fujiwara thought of a word, vixen.

This vixen is not accusing the woman of bad conduct, but wants to use this derogatory term to praise the woman's beauty.

Under the constant and powerful gaze of the other party, although Lai Sheng was confused, he was not surprised.

She had seen many looks similar to longing.

But out of politeness, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Then please use it slowly." After saying that, he turned around and left with his beautiful figure.

The woman is not only beautiful, but also has a good figure, with a slim waist and long legs.

Fujiwara Hoshikai watched in ecstasy for a while, sighing that a woman could have such a beautiful painting style. At the same time, he also praised that each of the three sisters would be a beautiful woman in the next life.

"Dip zero zero!"

Just when Fujiwara was thinking about how to take the next step, the phone in his pocket woke him up.

After regaining consciousness, Fujiwara took out his cell phone to answer the call, and found that the woman sitting opposite him was looking at him.

"Hello~"

"Hello~"

The echo at the same time confirmed Fujiwara's previous guess.

"Pumpkin Taro?" The female editor stood up in surprise and stretched out her hand.

"Yes, then you are Miss Asano, right?" Fujiwara smiled. It seemed that his previous guess was right.

If it weren't for this phone call, the two of them would probably have been complaining about the other party's failure to show up.

Therefore, before meeting someone you don't know, you must tell each other's characteristics, otherwise it will be very embarrassing if you don't recognize each other when you meet.

"It's me. I really didn't expect that Teacher Pumpkin is actually a man and a handsome guy."

She originally thought that the person who wrote such delicate emotions should be a girl, and during the previous phone call, she also thought that the other person should be a girl with a boy's voice.

"I didn't expect Miss Asano to look so young. It's very inconsistent."

Her husky voice sounded like that of an old lady, so Fujiwara didn’t come forward to acknowledge her at first.

"Hahaha, really?"

After a brief chat, the two sat across from each other and began to talk about comics in detail.

After Fujiwara had stated on the phone before that he was not a newcomer, but a painting assistant of a certain master, the magazine also knew that Pumpkin Taro was not a newcomer, so the success rate of setting up a yin-yang contract was not high. , there is no need to go around in circles to fool each other, so the female editor also directly stated that the company was very optimistic about this comic and wanted to obtain the exclusive distribution rights. "Our agency will cooperate with Mr. Yu and obtain the exclusive distribution rights of the comics."

"Okay, but I would like to know what kind of income is involved. Is it calculated based on the number of magazine subscriptions or is it divided separately based on the serialization performance when the comic is completed?"

The experience of several previous serializations told Fujiwara that in order to maximize the profits of comics, they must publish single volumes for sale, so that they can collect money while sitting down.

Anyway, every once in a while, when the dividends arrive, you can get a steady stream of money.

"Teacher Pumpkin can rest assured that our company has always adhered to the principle of friendly cooperation and sincerity and is highly praised in the industry. I believe you have heard of it, right?"

Fujiwara said he had never heard of it, but smiled and said that he had heard a little bit about it.

After receiving the affirmation, she smiled and praised Fujiwara's narrative method for being very straightforward, but his emotions were sincere and delicate, and he actually deceived her.

"Now, to be honest, I thought Teacher Pumpkin was a girl, hahaha..."

But he remembered that this comic was written by a male artist. How could he be mistaken for a girl?
  "I prefer to think, and every time I finish a painting, I ask the female friends around me for their opinions, so it's normal for Ms. Asano not to recognize it."

In fact, the real situation is not difficult to guess, because it was drawn by a girl, and Fujiwara was just the signed porter of the comics.

Ken Fujiwara swallowed his saliva and realized that he was also tired, so he called the woman just now to order.

"Miss Asano, would you like something to drink? My treat."

"No, no, I'm treating you."

Fujiwara Hoshikai was never responsible for producing comics, he was just a porter of comics.

"That's it."

"Ah."

After confirming the cooperation, the two talked about the follow-up of the comic and when the manuscript would be delivered.

"Ah, the ending is like this. Doesn't it feel a bit too cruel for the two of you?"

At this time, Asano has already brought himself into the role in the story.

"I'm not cruel. On the contrary, I think it's too common to find love that you can't love. What I want to express is this feeling: I like it but let it go."

Beauty falls with the cherry blossoms.

"Well, I understand. By the way, can I ask a digression?"

"What are you talking about?" Fujiwara asked curiously as he put the manga manuscript away in his bag.

"Does this story have any basis in reality?"

"I don't know." Fujiwara blurted out.

After all, this was not drawn by him. As for whether there is a prototype, only Shinkai Makoto himself probably knows, so it is not easy for him to make up a non-existent character as a selling point.

"Huh?..." Asano originally thought that the prototype of this love story with a regrettable ending was the author herself. It seems that she was overthinking it, but if the other party was willing, she thought it could be used as a selling point so that more people could understand this story. department.

After hearing the other party's proposal, Fujiwara thought it was good. Why not do something that can make money?

So I agreed to add these two fictional real characters at the back of the book when the comic was released to mark the author's regrets as a gimmick.

"Then I hope we can have a good time working together."

"Well, it's a pleasure to cooperate." Fujiwara stood up, shook hands with the other party, and then watched the other party leave.

"No~"

After taking a deep breath, Fujiwara patted his face. The two of them talked for nearly four hours, and the corners of his mouth were almost split.

During the conversation, I drank three cups of coffee and was very thirsty.

(End of this chapter)