"How boring! This kind of trick again, I'm tired of it!”
In a third-grade classroom in Seventh High School, a chubby teenager threw away the novel in his hand and said with disgust. Then, he sighed and leaned on the desk.
His name was Liu Yuanyuan, and he was just like his name. He was a very round fatty. Liu Yuanyuan's grades were neither high nor low, and her popularity was neither good nor bad. In short, she was an inconspicuous dog among the many senior high school dogs.
However, Liu Yuanyuan was in a bad mood because of the novel.
This plump fatty had no other hobbies. Other than eating, he liked reading novels. However, he gave up on the novel he had borrowed with great difficulty after reading a few chapters. Other than the same routine, there were only boring words. It was really boring.
Without books to read, the little fatty felt very uncomfortable. He didn't even have the strength to eat.
"Be gentle. Don't you feel bad that it's not your book?”
Sitting at the same table as Liu Yuanyuan was a thin bespectacled youth who looked like a bookworm. When he saw the little fatty carelessly throw his book away, he glared at the little fatty unhappily and said unhappily.
Then, he took back the book and put it away properly.
The little fatty curled his lips in disdain and said,""What's the point of reading this?”
"Fine, fine, fine. You have high taste, and I'm vulgar, okay?”
The bespectacled youth rolled his eyes at the little fatty. Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he said,"I heard that the bookstore on South Street has a new batch of books. Why don't we go and take a look after school? Maybe there's something to see."
"Really? Sure!"
The little fatty perked up when he heard that and agreed immediately.
After school, the two of them packed their bags and ran out of school. They walked toward South Street and came to a rather large bookstore.
There were about seven or eight people in the bookstore, and they were all slowly choosing the books they liked.
"Boss! I heard that you have a new batch of books? Where is it?"
The little fatty shouted as soon as he entered the door, looking around at the same time. The two of them were regulars here and often came here to buy books. The boss recognized the two of them.
"Area B, second shelf, third row.”
The boss said with a cigarette in his mouth and without even raising his head. His attention was completely attracted by the book he had put away, and he looked very focused.
"Boss, what book are you reading? Why are you so serious? Let me see."
The little fatty saw the boss's expression and laughed evilly. He stuck his head out to look at the book in the boss's hand. However, he was a little disappointed. It was a picture album.
"Go! Don't bother me,"
The boss waved his hand and said,"This is a new book called Dragon Ball. It's quite interesting. This is the first time I've seen a book of this genre.”
After the boss finished speaking, he continued to read his book. From time to time, the corners of his mouth revealed an infatuated expression.
"It looks so good?"
The little fatty muttered softly when he saw the owner's fascinated look. Then, he couldn't help but be curious and ran directly to Area B.
He and the bespectacled young man didn't even have to look around. They saw a book with an exquisite and strange painting on the cover. It was the Dragon Ball that the shop owner was reading.
"Dragon Ball? It's just a picture album. Is it that good?”
The little fatty was puzzled. Then, he and the bespectacled youth each picked up a book and began to read.
One minute, two minutes…
Half an hour later, a truck drove past the bookstore. The sound of the horn suddenly woke the little fatty and the bespectacled teenager up. Only then did they withdraw their attention from the book.
"This…this is too beautiful! Boss! I'll buy one!"
The little fatty flipped through the book in his hand admiringly, his face flushed with excitement. He would only have such a reaction when he saw a book he liked. He took Dragon Ball and ran to the counter. The little fatty took out some money and slapped it in front of the boss.
"I'll buy one too!"
The bespectacled teenager's eyes were still on Dragon Ball. His face was full of infatuation, but he had already taken out the money in his hand.
He didn't want to waste a single moment of such an interesting book.
Liu Yuanyuan could not find any words to express her feelings. She had thought that Dragon Ball was just a picture album, but after reading it, she realized that it was a novel!
Furthermore, he had never seen the painting technique before. The fighting scenes in the novel satisfied all his previous imaginations of the fighting scenes in novels!
"I'm a fan of this book! I'll put it in a prominent recommendation spot tomorrow! It's too f * cking good-looking!"
The boss accepted the money from the little fatty and the bespectacled youth, then reluctantly closed Dragon Ball, feeling rather emotional.
He had been selling books for many years. What books had he not seen? This was the first time he had seen such a novel, and he was instantly attracted to it.
Which man didn't have passion and passion in his heart? The appearance of Dragon Ball made the boss feel that something that had been missing in his heart for many years had been found again.
"Boss, what kind of painting is this Dragon Ball? It's so interesting. Don't forget to enter the book next time!”
The little fatty couldn't recognize it and said to the boss. He really loved this book.
"I think it's called a manga. I only bought 300 copies and they were all sold out today. I only read it because so many people bought it. Don't say anymore, even I'm mesmerized!”
The boss laughed and said. He made up his mind to call Drizzle Press to buy more.
"Liu Yuanyuan, I'll go back first. This book is too interesting.”
The bespectacled youth put it in his bag, said goodbye to the little fatty, and left in a flash. The little fatty did not delay any longer. After reminding the boss to inform him when the book was updated, he ran out of the bookstore.
The boss looked at Liu Yuanyuan's back and shrugged his shoulders. Then, he patted his head as if he had thought of something. He hurriedly took out his phone and dialed a number.
He had to call Drizzle Press to get another batch of books…
……
He wasn't the only one who called. Every bookstore in Shanghai that had bought Dragon Ball had called Drizzle Press to request for another batch of books. They had already bought all the books they had bought!
First, there were readers who were attracted to the book after buying it. Then, the readers who bought the book recommended it to their friends. With this repetition, it was unknown how many people knew about Dragon Ball! There were even many people who didn't buy any books and were eagerly waiting for the bookstore to stock up…
In the entire Shanghai, a comics trend that was set off by Dragon Ball was slowly forming…
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。