Big Manga

Tokyo is the first and final place. From here, Meng Huo embarked on a journey to the extreme east and was also preparing to leave from here.

It was evening when I arrived in Tokyo, and the crimson sky was clear and untainted.

"It shouldn't rain today..."

Meng Huo stood at the station gate and looked at the sky and said that he was so impressed by the rain in Tokyo that he was still a little bit grieved two weeks later.

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

Keiko Yoshida said with a smile, 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.

Ten days of getting along made Yoshida Keiko feel a little bit reluctant. This is the best guest she has encountered since she became a tour guide. The three of Meng Huo gave her the feeling of kind friends, and the journey was very happy.

"I hope so, if it rains again, I will be too unlucky."

Meng Huo turned his head and smiled. Alice arranged a stage for him to play the piano, which is said to be an open-air park. If it rains again, the performance is likely to suffer. In that case, "Fate/staynight" will be postponed.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a tumult 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 shiny light bulbs, which look dazzling and beautiful.

"Please come here to queue up to buy tickets!"

At the three entrances of the square surrounded by cherry blossoms, dozens of staff members sweated profusely at the crowds, instructing people to line up to buy tickets.

"Why are there so many viewers, isn't it expected 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. These people are all fans of that cartoonist."

"No...no wonder the clothes of those people are so weird. The character'Pity' on the back refers to a cartoonist? Ms. Masako has fewer fans than a cartoonist!"

The staff talked while busy. And beside the crowd, some reporters took pictures of the scene of the line with cameras, and one reporter even called the newspaper office.

"Yes, unexpectedly, there are at least two thousand people...it's definitely not a trivial matter. Editor-in-chief, you send another person over, we are not enough!"

In the square, beside the temporary stage, the two agents, Suzuki and Fukuyama, were also dumbfounded when they looked at the dense crowd in front of them.

"Mr. Fukuyama, who is that manga artist? How come there are so many fans?" Miss Suzuki asked excitedly. Now she can make a lot of money. With an audience of thousands of people, Masako Natsukawa's performance hasn't even started. Succeeded.

It can be expected that if Masako does not make a mistake tonight, her number of fans will increase sharply. And there will be many reports tomorrow. As a newcomer who just debuted, Masako Xiachuan picked up a big deal!

"This, I am not very clear..."

Fukuyama wiped his sweat and replied, this scene also surprised him. But... if those who refuse to provide the stage are on the spot, they will definitely regret it, and the number of spectators by thousands of people has been increased, which is not a small number.

"Fortunately for Natsukawa Masako... However, Miss Alice still has such an outstanding vision..."

Fukuyama sighed with emotion. Yenching's witch is indeed a witch, even if she is not in the entertainment industry, the caricaturist who is valued will have a star-like effect. Fukuyama usually doesn't read manga, but after today, he feels that he has to read it...

"Miss Suzuki, our tickets are sold out!"

At this time, a staff member hurried over with a flustered expression: "The seats on the scene are full. Now the crowd outside is starting to riot, and we can't stop it. They must enter the venue. What should I do now?"

Suzuki was taken aback.

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

"That's it. I see!"

The staff suddenly became clear, and then hurriedly withdrew.

Ms. Suzuki had an abacus in her heart. The cartoonist does not need to earn any income. The ticket income tonight belongs to Masako. This time it is really profitable!

"Mr. Fukuyama, Masako's performance is about to begin, I will go backstage to help prepare." Suzuki checked his watch, and left, Fukuyama stood there to help with some chores. After the performance began, he found that the scene was in good order.

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

"What are they talking about?"

Fukuyama walked over with a trace of doubt. He wanted to hear what these people were talking about.

"Teacher He Xi came to Fukuoka with my friend. He is more cordial than the rumors. You see, this is a photo of us together..."

"Fuck, I'm so envious, Mr. He Xi is really handsome. Hey...he stayed in Kanagawa for a day and then left. I didn't spare the time, so I came to Tokyo on purpose today. I don't know if I can meet him."

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

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

"Last time he met with us in Osaka, but some readers were too much and would not let go of him when they were pulling him. Today, there must be no such scene..."

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

Mingle? Fukuyama frowned slightly, it was really strange that the cartoonist was able to mingle with the fans.

He became interested in He Xi, and on the stage, Xia Chuan Masako's performance status was unprecedented. Under the gaze of so many people, she didn't make any mistakes, and her delicate face and sweet singing caused a round of applause below the stage.

Especially some young people who did not come for her also clapped their hands and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of her.

"Hmm!" Xia Chuan Masako 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 went well and the last song was sung, Xia Chuan Masako felt a trace of rain dripping on his face.

"It's raining!" She was shocked. The weather forecast didn't say it was going to rain. It will rain as long as she can. What if she gets wet?

Fortunately, she successfully sang the last song. After the singing, the rain changed from raindrops to drizzle.

"Ha... so risky..."

Xia Chuan Masako screamed thrilling, and her performance almost messed up. But soon she was happy again, it was raining, and it was good now, the cartoonist's performance was going to be ruined, and he would not let his performance be ashamed.

Xia Chuan Masako looked at the outside of the stage, and the audience outside really became agitated. Some people cursed the weather, and more people appeared restless.

But at this moment, Fukuyama suddenly stepped onto the stage, and he took the microphone and said, "Everyone, stay calm, and there is news from Teacher He Xi that he will arrive soon, and he won't break his promise."

His words stunned Xia Chuan Masako.

"That cartoonist is crazy!"

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

Outside Ueno Park, a taxi stopped.

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

Shen Jie nodded, she took out the plastic bag and wrapped the files, and said: "Meng Huo, don't worry, I won't let your comics get wet if I try my best!"

The two-week trip brought her closer to Meng Huo. Shen Jie was very happy that Meng Huo would give her such an important document for safekeeping.

She knows that the comics in it are 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. That is to say, this comic is one piece. A key comic that could have opened up the market for Phoenix.

"Meng Huo is really a workaholic..."

Looking at the back of Meng Huo's departure, Shen Jie thought sweetly in her heart, but she witnessed the birth of this sea-centered cartoon, which in her heart also represents the memories of this trip.

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

Putting the manuscript away carefully, Shen Jie turned to Li Qin and the others. No one would want to miss Meng Huo's last performance in the Far East, and Shen Jie was even more 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~www.ltnovel.com~ Shen Jie had never seen him practice during the trip. Can he play in front of so many people?

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

Keiko Yoshida held up the umbrella, Shen Jie helped Li Qin who was motion sick, and the three of them walked to the square together.

In the square at this time, the drizzle was flying, and some viewers who had been watching Masako Yoshida sang realized the weather and turned to leave. Those who saw the flyers came in also left one after another. Only a few people who didn't know the truth would stay because of curiosity.

But even if these people left, there were still two thousand people left on the square, densely packed, and everyone was waiting quietly. Some camera crews wiped the rain in front of the camera. Before long, it was like a huge thunder in the rain, and the crowd suddenly burst out. Cheers.

"Teacher He Xi!"

The camera quickly turned the lens over, and the crowd gradually separated, revealing the figure of a teenager.

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