Fool's Love

When he looked at me, I heard my own breathing.

Mimi and I plan to participate in this summer's comic exhibition. Our combination is called Nishiyama mimi&ichiko.

Unlike my older sister who at least left Mimi in her name, my pseudonym is completely fake.This is of course because we draw BL manga.

The opportunity for the cooperation was that I didn't have enough pocket money to buy new comics, so I asked Miss Mikai to borrow some money.

After listening to my explanation, she immediately replied: "Of course!"

I just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the condition was waiting for me: "But I can't justify it to you for no reason, right?"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Help me draw manga. I keep coming up with doujin."

That was a year ago.So far, my combination with her has published two short stories and a 40-page personal book collected in Hezhi.

Sister Meihai is very loyal to me. In addition to giving me the painting money according to the number of pages, I also share the profit of the book [-]-[-] with me.

With this little money, I bought another batch of comics.In addition to the manga that I have been chasing recently and that are suitable for my age, the classic works of the last century are also added.

I'm out of money again.

At this opportune time, Sister Mei Hai found me and said that she had come up with a doujinshi for the Summer Comic Exhibition, and she had already thought about the plot.This is the work I am watching nervously as she flips through the pages.

"Generally it looks pretty good." After flipping through it four or five times, this was the first evaluation that came out of Mei Hai's mouth.

I breathed a sigh of relief.But she then said: "Of course there is room for improvement. I'm not good at painting, so it's a layman's suggestion. You should consider it as appropriate."

"Where?" I bent down so that I could lay my head close to the paper on the table.

"It's better to paint this frame more carefully," she said, pointing to one frame.On that page, the killer and the college student met the pursuers who dealt with the killer in the amusement park, but the college student didn't know about it.

The killer took him around, and in an inconspicuous place, he shot and killed the pursuers—quietly.The college student wanted to turn around when he heard the voice, but the killer covered his eyes.

This is probably Mei Hai's proud stroke.I also used a large vertical bleed sash as she wished.

"Okay." I replied, "Anywhere else?"

"Can you change the character design of the killer a little bit? I hope to highlight his abnormal characteristics from the beginning. Please draw a pattern of smiling faces on the tie of his suit."

I thought about it.

"That seems good. Let's do it."

As you can see, this is the first original manga jointly produced by Mikai and I. Previously, all my drawings were fan works that described the emotional bonds of the original characters.

Although Mimi-san is not good at drawing, her opinion will never be a problem—at least on BL.

She is an otaku who specializes in Tanmei manga.Although I try my best to restrain myself from the outside world, I have a much higher degree of freedom at home than I do—the hundreds of commercial BL comics purchased on e-books alone are enough proof.

Miss Mimi can always come up with some amazing storyboards, perhaps this is due to her bad at painting.

When she thinks about the plot, she doesn't care about the proportion of the body structure, and she can do whatever is exaggerated and eye-catching.

She skillfully uses wild techniques to describe delicate emotions, just like clenching her hands into fists and punching the ground, then letting go without destroying a light little flower under it.

It's a joy to work with people to draw manga.Have fun and get twice the result with half the effort.For creators, timely feedback is very important.For example, what an editor is to a professional cartoonist is what my collaborator is to me.

I promised Miss Mikai to get out the original manuscript of the manga within this month, and then I exchanged with her for a while.

She was very interested in what I saw and heard after I was promoted to Yangdao University, so I told her some things that happened this week, such as what I learned in class and the interesting classmates in the class.

As she listened with interest, she wrapped her hands around her curly hair.

—Of course, I left out everything about Masumi, even though his name has been bouncing around in my mind like an elf from time to time this week.

I turned around and asked about Mei Hai's love life.Not interested in that - she doesn't seem to be starting a new relationship after breaking up with her first boyfriend a year ago, but I'm just looking for something to say.She had said enough about life in Tokyo.

"I'm at a loss!" She replied heartily, but there was no anxiety in her tone.

I think she may still be obsessed with her ex-boyfriend, otherwise it doesn't make sense.Unlike me, Miami should be the kind of person who is very popular.

Then she said: "Or if you know someone, you can introduce them to me!"

I couldn't help frowning: "It's dangerous for you to think like this, I'm a high school student."

Hearing my reply, Mikai immediately laughed outrageously.I'm afraid she just told me a joke to tease me, and now she got her wish and smiled very contentedly.

When I signed up for the club the next week, I didn't change my mind and chose the comics research department.

Morita, who asked me which department I was planning to go to, went to the track and field department, and a girl named Megumi Sasaki was in the same class as me and also enrolled in the manga research department.

I had no impression of her before, but now I think she is an introvert like me.Wearing glasses, often in a daze, looks a little dull.

Before going to the club after school in the afternoon, I went to the cherry blossom tree I had seen before.I also don't know why I'm doing this, I can't tell, maybe just to see.

The cherry blossoms have not yet fallen, and they are hanging on them like snow, which makes me feel a little relieved.

In my bag were the leftover manuscripts that I took time out to draw in class that day, and I didn't think about taking them out soon.

When I felt that it was almost time for club activities, I took a deep breath and walked to the building where the Manga Research Department was located.

I feel my heart beating faster.Fate is after me - and soon I will realize it.

After walking straight up to the third floor, I pushed open the door of the activity room of Manyan Club, and there were about twenty people standing inside.

The first thing I saw was Megumi Sasaki. She was the only person standing inside whose face I could barely remember. The others were all strangers.

The activity room smelled strongly of paper and ink.After entering Yangdao University, this was the first time I felt so cordial.I immediately perk up.

There is a slender man with a lot of momentum, probably he is a minister.He was tall, maybe slightly taller than me, and much thinner than I—

It is close to unhealthy, quite nerdy and thin.He speaks with an accent, the Osaka accent is much stronger than mine, and when he asked my name, I was a little surprised by the enthusiasm with that thick accent.

"—"Yamagishi", Ryoji Yamagishi...is that the name? "

After I gave him my name, he repeated mine.Then he talked about himself.His name is Jiao Wu Boming, and he is already a senior high school student.

There was noise in the activity room.According to Jiao Wu, the first event was a brief welcome party, but no one has come yet.

There were still a few minutes before the official event time, and I saw that my classmate Sasaki seemed very cramped and didn't quite fit into the atmosphere, so I walked to the wall where she was standing.

We didn't chat, it's just that I don't know each other well, so it's good to stand aside.I took out the drinking water from the side of my schoolbag and took two gulps.At this moment, the sound of fast-paced footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Sorry, I just came in—"

Voice is one step ahead of people.I feel familiar, as if I have heard it—I must have heard it somewhere, not long ago.

Who is that?Before I had time to think hard and answer the question, I had already seen him in person.

How could I forget?I still have the doodle from a few days ago in my schoolbag.

He was the same as when I remembered, and entered the room lightly.The swirling dust in the air is like glittering precipitated gold nanometers in the sunlight.

I looked at him, and then, he seemed to notice my gaze, and turned his head to look at me.

—like black, gleaming gems.When he looked at me, I heard my own breathing.