A middle school cartoonist

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After dinner, the silver-haired young man Fukuda was not in a hurry to leave... Of course, he was not really going to learn cooking from a certain chuuni cartoonist, but was just very interested in the food comics that Makoto Takahashi mentioned casually!

As for the persuasion of a certain chuuni cartoonist, "You have a lot of ideas, so learn to cook with me", the silver-haired young man Fukuda of course chose to ignore it!

"Although Ding Ding Jisan and the others' performance was a bit exaggerated... But I have to say that the dinner just now was the most delicious meal I have ever eaten in my life!" Although the silver-haired young man Fukuda has the attribute known as "Tsundere", he has not yet become a "pure-blooded tsundere" who "says something but acts honestly", so he will naturally not be stingy about boasting about the dinner provided by a certain chuuni cartoonist, "And the taste of the food, and the exaggerated expressions of Ding Ding Jisan and the others... suddenly gave me some bold ideas!"

"So, silver-haired young man Fukuda, are you going to create a comic about food?" Look Looking at the spirited silver-haired young man Fukuda, Takahashi Makoto pouted expressionlessly, "But according to the information I have, you don't even know the [Twenty Ways to Eat Instant Noodles]! You have no cooking skills at all, but you have the courage to challenge a food-related comic... Did Miss Liang give you this courage to die?"

"Huh? Ah Cheng, don't underestimate me!" It is said that among the cartoonists, apart from Eiji Niizuma, the only one who can have the courage and not know the consequences of his life to confront a certain chuuni cartoonist is probably the silver-haired young man Fukuda! "And who stipulates that cartoonists who create food comics must be able to cook food?"

"That's true..." Looking at the aggressive silver-haired young man Fukuda, Takahashi Makoto spread his hands helplessly, "But as I said before, if you don't even have basic cooking skills, are you sure that the food comics you draw can really resonate with readers?"

"Huh? Resonance? What the hell is that?" The silver-haired young man Fukuda expressed his incomprehension of the question raised by Takahashi Makoto, "Huh! As long as the comics are interesting, it's fine... right?"

"Silver-haired young man Fukuda Brother, the so-called comics, in addition to being interesting, also need to pay attention to the compatibility with the cartoonist! "Seeing the silver-haired boy Fukuda listening attentively, a certain middle school cartoonist nodded with satisfaction, and continued with a [pleasant] smile, "Take food comics as an example! If the cartoonist himself only relies on his imagination and has no cooking skills to conceive some novel dishes... Maybe at the beginning of the comic series, this novelty will indeed make the readers feel interesting, but as the series continues, when the readers lose the freshness, especially when they realize that the comics are not in line with reality, After seeing the gap in reality, the attitude towards food comics will take a sharp turn for the worse in an instant! "

"... In other words, if you create a comic about food, you can't just rely on imagination alone, but also combine it with reality?" After a brief silence, the silver-haired boy Fukuda stared at Takahashi Makoto with a weird look, "It does make some sense, but I say, Cheng... Are you sure you are not trying to induce me to learn cooking from you? "

"Tsk! How can this be considered as inducement? The existence who can truly perform the master-level [Persuasion Technique], but a certain one who has [played the girl from innocent and kind to Blackened Collapse] as a beast of survival behavior! "Seemingly a little annoyed by the questioning of the silver-haired brother Futian, Takahashi Cheng curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "I am just giving you some suggestions now, or showing you the core idea of ​​food comics..."

"Humph, Ah Cheng, are you so kind?" The pain in the body of the silver-haired brother Futian has not completely dissipated, and it is natural to have doubts due to resentment... After all, no matter how delicious the food of a certain middle school cartoonist is, it is just food after all, and it does not have the heaven-defying effect of [Senzu Beans] that completely restores injuries and physical strength! "If this is true, then I am really... grateful!"

When seeing others better than themselves, they always hold the banner of [Don't forget each other when you are rich and powerful] and deliberately want to gain benefits; and when others are selflessly contributing, they suspect that others have bad intentions... Yes, humans are such inferior creatures!

Of course, the silver-haired boy Fukuda is not such a person. The reason why he treats Takahashi Makoto in such an attitude is entirely because he was knocked down 27 times in a row before... After being knocked down 27 times in a row, he can still talk to the other party happily. It must not be a human, right?

At least in terms of mental power... He is definitely close to a high school student who wants to become the god of the new world!

"Still can't understand? Tsk, sorry, it's my fault! I overestimated your level, silver-haired boy!" Takahashi Makoto covered his forehead and shook his head, sighing in a helpless tone, "I thought you, who could associate food comics with a dinner, had opened the door to the new world called [ZONE], but I didn't expect that you still maintained such a naive way of thinking! Alas, ordinary people are just ordinary people after all, and mediocre people are just mediocre after all... The kind of [mortals counterattack and beat geniuses] bloody plots really only appear in comics and novels!"

"Tsk, Ah Cheng, you bastard!" The vein on his forehead jumped, and the silver-haired boy Fukuda subconsciously raised his fist... In the past, when facing his editor-in-chief Yujiro, this kind of threat was very effective! However, after noticing the [pleasure] and expectation of [you want to be knocked down 27 times again] in the eyes of a certain chuunibaku manga artist, the silver-haired young man Fukuda, who realized that he was no match for him, could only snort coldly, reluctantly put down his clenched fist, and very deliberately changed the subject, "Then according to what you said, Cheng, if you have not practiced cooking, you can't create a food-themed comic?"

"Indeed!" Although it was a bit regrettable that he was unable to complete the [counter-killing] behavior, Takahashi Cheng still used a string of questions to answer the silver-haired young man Fukuda's questions, "What seasonings should be used when cooking, how should the heat be used, what techniques should be used in cooking... If these common sense knowledge are not mastered, are you sure that what you created is a real food comic?"

"Uh...this..." The always strong silver-haired young man Fukuda, for the first time, understood what the so-called [frustration] was!

"So silver-haired young man, do you understand?" Looking at the silent silver-haired young man Fukuda, a certain chuunibaku manga artist felt very [pleased]! "As a cartoonist, you don't look down on comics... But it is precisely because of this that you, who are bound by the identity of a "cartoonist" and confined to the world of comics, look down on the "world of cooking"!"

Should a certain cat change his mouse? I tried the sliding verification several times, and it took ten minutes in the end.

And it seems that the road to job transfer is far away. You should continue to do it and wait for the two-month probation period for new employees to end before you talk about this. What the hell?

Fuck! It's okay to be treated as a spare tire in terms of feelings, but now he is even being treated as a spare tire in terms of work! ! ! ! ! ! ! ?

Ah, what a misfortune!