Zongman: Fat otakus also have dreams

After being asked by Sayuri Sawamura, Masao Tanaka felt a little shy.

After all, he is not a real comic book artist, and even if he is a comic book artist, he still has a sense of shame, and few people are willing to expose themselves.

He didn't feel anything when he talked about this kind of thing with Eriri before. On the one hand, because of the animation in his previous life, he instinctively felt familiar with Eriri.

On the other hand, the two are of the same age, and it is normal to discuss such things.

Sayuri Sawamura is different. Although she looks and figures similar to Eriri, she has a mature aura, like an older sister.

Being with Eriri is like watching with brothers, no matter what you say, you have no scruples.

Discussing comic books with Sayuri Sawamura is like being discovered by your mother. You are ashamed.

Masao Tanaka avoided his eyes, dared not look at people, and said with some stuttering.

"Sister...sister, this is not good."

Looking at Tanaka Masao's shy look, Sayuri Sawamura covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Tanaka-kun, don't feel shy. I am actually a otaku, and not only that, I am also a comic book artist.

We are all comic book artists, so it's okay to communicate with each other."

Tanaka Masao said he couldn't stand the lethality of the intimate big sister.

But he suddenly thought of the comic book plot.

The following seems to be that...

Just thinking about that scene, Tanaka Masao's scalp tingled.

Tanaka Masao showed a somewhat stiff smile.

"Sister, why don't you forget it? I'm not really good at drawing."

As he said that, he planned to leave quickly and wait for an opportunity to ask Eriri how to publish the book alone.

But when he was about to take his backpack, he saw that his bag had appeared in Eriri's hand, and the other party also took out the comic book.

"You, you said your drawing is not good, but I think your drawing is better than mine."

Eri's comic book is famous for its exquisite pictures.

When she first saw the exquisite cover of Tanaka Masao's book, she knew that his drawing skills were not inferior to hers.

For Tanaka Masao, who has excellent drawing skills and is also a comic book artist.

Although it was just the first time they met, Eriri felt that they were like-minded...

Oh, no, it should be a feeling of like-mindedness.

"You don't have to worry about my mother, she is a famous BL artist, and the knowledge in her head is much richer than ours."

Eri said as she opened the comic manuscript paper and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Oh my God, you actually drew it in full color!"

Eri originally thought that Tanaka Masao only drew a few full-color covers, which is quite common.

But she flipped through it a little and found that the content inside was actually in full color.

"Full color!"

Sayuri Sawamura was also a little surprised.

It's not that these painters can't draw in full color, but it takes more time to draw in full color.

So usually only a few exquisite and special pictures are colored.

"Drawing so many full-color pictures, Tanaka-kun must have spent a lot of energy."

Sayuri Sawamura praised, and took a part from Eriri to read.

The amount of comics given by the system at the beginning, it would have six episodes to be made into an anime, which is quite a lot.

Looking at the lower half of the book that Sayuri Sawamura took away, Masao Tanaka's heart finally died.

The most inappropriate plot was taken away by the most suitable person.

The next step is the execution.

Masao Tanaka sat on the sofa, lowered his head, and began to play dead.

[Should I fly away directly wearing the Mark Armor? ]

But in order for the comics to be published normally and for him to make money, Masao Tanaka decided to sit for a while.

Because the system's prompt sound kept coming to his mind.

[Emotional value +1······]

In just a short while, the system's prompt sound increased by several points.

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Eri commented while looking at the book.

"I have to say, the quality of your full-color is really high. How long did it take?"

"Well, your theme is also very good. I have never seen it before."

"Oh my god, this speech, can an ordinary person come up with it? And you actually let her boyfriend watch it. You are too hentai."

"By the way, why does the protagonist of this fat otaku look so similar to you? You didn't draw the protagonist based on yourself, did you?"

The more I looked at Eriri, the less she spoke, her face became redder and redder, and her eyes widened.

As we all know, when people read novels, movies and TV series, they.

Everyone would subconsciously put themselves in the story, imagining what it would be like if they were experiencing the things in the plot.

Faintly, Tanaka Masao felt that he saw steam coming out of Eriri's head.

As for what she was thinking, no one knew

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After a while, not only Eriri blushed, but even Sayuri Sawamura's cheeks were red.

This atmosphere made Tanaka Masao a little embarrassed. He wanted to leave but couldn't, so he could only try not to make any noise and reduce his presence.

His heartbeat accelerated, and he moved his body in a irritable manner.

This uncomfortable atmosphere lasted for about five minutes.

Tanaka Masao noticed Eriri and her daughter and changed his sitting position.

Perhaps he noticed Tanaka Masao's burning gaze.

Eriri and her daughter raised their heads at the same time.

Two eyes met four eyes.

The air fell into a brief silence.

…

After a few seconds of silence, Eriri took the lead.

She put the comic manuscript on the table, crossed her arms, and took the initiative.

"Tanaka, you drew such detailed pictures, were you there?

Besides, you can come up with such a plot, what's in your head? Do you have enough nutrition?"

Faced with Eriri's trouble-making, Tanaka Masao complained weakly.

"As a book artist, the more yellow garbage in your head, the better? What right does Sawamura have to criticize me?"

In response to Tanaka Masao's reasonable rebuttal, Eriri's only answer was.

"Wulusai, Baka. (Long-winded, idiot.)"

At this time, Sayuri Sawamura also recovered and tried to smooth things over.

"Eri, don't say that. Tanaka-kun can draw such an excellent book, which shows that he is very good.

Although the plot is a little..."

After a pause, Sayuri Sawamura continued: "It's a little too bold, don't you think, Tanaka-kun."

Facing Sayuri Sawamura's meaningful eyes, Masao Tanaka nodded quickly.

"Yes... it's a little too bold."

It's really a little bold to invite them to eat rice bowls right after meeting.

Sayuri Sawamura was still very considerate and changed the subject.

"Tanaka-kun, you draw so well. To be honest, I think even I am a little ashamed of myself. So what do you want to ask?"

Seeing that the question was finally asked to the point, Masao Tanaka quickly answered.

"Well, this is my first time drawing a book. I don't know how to publish it. I want to ask you."

"So that's it." Sayuri Sawamura nodded.

Books are some special comics. Ordinary comics companies don't have the courage to sell them openly.

Usually the artist prints the books himself, then sells them at comic conventions, slowly building his reputation.

Of course, he can also entrust some bookstores to sell them.

"But to be able to draw such a high quality for the first time, Tanaka must have put in a lot of effort and energy, it must have been very hard."