In an ordinary house in the Nerima district of Tokyo, a young girl was sitting in front of a table typing on a laptop.
She had a head of ink-like hair and a pure white hairpin on her head. Her proud figure made it difficult for people to believe that she was only a freshman.
Her beautiful and delicate face had light makeup on. At home, she was only wearing ordinary home clothes. The most eye-catching thing was the black stockings that she still wore on her legs even at home.
Shika Kasumigaoka was a first-year student at the private Toyosaki Academy. She was beautiful and dignified, and was one of the top students in her studies. She was a goddess-level beauty who could definitely attract the attention of all the men in the school.
At the same time, she was also a new author who was seeking publication. Her pen name was Kasumi Shiko.
Since a few months ago, in order to relieve the pressure in her heart, she accidentally met a boy on Line with the online username 'Yao'. Perhaps it was because people did not know each other online, but everyone could speak freely here, so she chatted a lot with the netizen she had never met before.
This situation surprised Kasumigaoka Shiyu. She actually used this method to relieve her stress. However, she did not hate this feeling. Because she did not know each other and had no interaction in real life, she could chat without any restraint and care for each other with familiar strangers.
This was reality. People always wore a mask between themselves, regardless of whether they admitted it or not.
Kasumi
Shiko: It's good that you understand, Yaojun.】
[Yao: But other than writing, isn't there anything interesting in Kashiko's life?】
[Kashiko: Hm? It's not good to ask a girl too many things, Yaojun.】
[Yao: I'm just concerned about you.】
[Kashiko: There is no such thing as unwarranted concern in this world. Yao-kun, are you hinting at something?】
[Yao: Alright, alright, Kashiko-sensei, I admit defeat.]】
Shino Miyagi looked at the text on his phone and shook his head with a smile. He picked up a glass of water from the table beside him and took a sip.
[Kashiko: Now that Yao-kun mentioned it, I remember now. When I was on my way home some time ago, a car drove past me. En, it was driven by the rich second generation of capitalists who sucked the blood of the people. I don't know the name of the sports car at all. The driver's eyes made me very annoyed…]
She was probably an ignorant and incompetent scumbag who drove a sports car to cheat ignorant little girls just because her family had a little money. However, for a rich second-generation heir to be able to stare at Kashiko, it meant that Kashiko was very beautiful ~(smiley face). Did anything happen after that?】
Sho Miyagi sent a smiley face over and complimented the little girl.
[Kashiko: Yao-kun, you seem to know a lot about the profession of scum. You seem to be very experienced. You can praise a girl without thinking. I was also deceived by your previous innocence.】
[Yao: …Yao
Jingu opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He could only send a silent sign.
[Kasumiko: Does Yao-kun want something to happen next? Then I'm really sorry. That rich second-generation heir drove away with a cowardly look on his face. I was planning to ridicule him if he got out of the car.】
[Yao: That rich second-generation heir is really lucky to know how to escape.】
Shino Miyagi felt a headache coming on. Why was there such a sense of deja vu?
[Kasumiko: Ah, I suddenly had an inspiration. I'll go offline now. Bye bye Yaojun.]】
All of a sudden, a sentence that no one could react to, Kashiko disconnected from the LINE and her profile picture became offline. Shino Miyagu blinked and had a rough idea of the netizen's fervor.
"Seriously, I've become a chat partner.”
Tilting his neck, Yao sat up from the bed. He looked at the time and found that it was already past mealtime. The two of them had been chatting so happily that they had completely forgotten to eat.
"But it's not bad. I suddenly feel motivated. Chatting with girls after work can really make people more energetic.”
He stood up and stretched his body, then walked to the kitchen to prepare dinner. After dinner, he still had to continue working.
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Including the chief editor of the headquarters, there were a total of seven editors present. They had serious expressions on their faces and were very formal about this meeting that was held once every three months.
Kitagawa was also among them, but his position here was only that of a deputy editor.
These seven people would decide which manga would be cut in half and which new manga would be serialised in the next three months.
Of course, the manga that would be cut in half had already been decided. They were the ones at the bottom of the readers 'survey. What they needed to decide now was the next series.
A new series was like a new blood change. It was very important to all the editors and even the entire magazine. They had to take it seriously.
These editors wouldn't use their official positions for personal gain. According to the rules of the weekly magazine Shonen Jump, if the readers liked it, they liked it. If they didn't like it, they didn't like it. There was no way to fake it.
"Everyone, we meet again.”
Sitting at the head of the meeting room was an old man with gray hair. With his love for manga and his work experience at Shueisha, he was extremely prestigious and was deeply admired by all the editors.
"Chief Editor Tanaka!"
The six editors-in-chief of the branch stood up and bowed respectfully to him.
"Everyone is an old acquaintance, so there's no need to be polite and sit down.”
Chief Editor Tanaka waved his hand. He looked kind, like an ordinary old man who was about to retire.
"I know that everyone is busy with work, so I won't stand on ceremony. This is the result of the reader survey for the last issue.”
He turned on the computer in front of him, and his assistant went forward to turn on the projector.
"The data is clear at a glance. Everyone can tell at a glance which comics have an average influence among readers and which comics are highly sought after by readers.”
He pointed at the screen and said slowly,"…However, this time is different from the past. What I want to say is that although our magazine has always been the top seller in Japanese comic magazines, our position has now been challenged!”
When the other editors who were sitting next to him heard his words, they subconsciously sat up straight.
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