In the classroom of Ueno Independent Boys High School, wearing blue cloth student uniforms in the hot season, how could it be so bitter? Aoba Nagasuke secretly loosened the buttons of his collar and let the air in, and then he felt a little more comfortable: "Hehehe!"

"Who is laughing?" Teacher Yoshida is not young, but his ears are very aware and he suddenly turns: "Who is laughing?"

"……………” The children below were sitting upright, as if the sound just now was just his illusion? Yoshida's eyes slipped around underneath and turned back.

Aoye could hear it clearly. It was Hideo Watanabe who was laughing behind him. While the teacher turned around and wrote the blackboard, he suddenly turned around and gave Watanabe: "…!"

Watanabe was looking down at the book, but he beat him up: "Oh!"

"What's going on?" The teacher turned around again: "Watanabe, is it you this time?"

"Hi...I!" Watanabe didn't dare to sue Aoba: "I'm sorry, sir. I, I accidentally bit my tongue."

"Maybe it's because there's some meat in your stomach?" Qingye was playing with the next thug with a strange voice below.

"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed, and Yoshida glared at Aoba: "Be careful!"

"Hi!"

Seeing the teacher turn around again, Aoye immediately turned back: "Why are you laughing at?"

"No... nothing?"

"Um?"

"Yes... this." Watanabe took out a book from the desk and handed it to Aoba. The latter didn't care whether the teacher heard their conversation at all. He grabbed it and looked at it under Teacher Yoshida's nose: "Hahahaha!"

His laughter was so loud that even the students in the classroom next to him could hear it! But Yoshida was like a deaf person at this time. Not to mention scolding, he even lacked interest in looking back!

Aoye didn't care at all. As the book was flipping, more and more laughter came out of his throat, causing black lines to appear on Yoshida's forehead: "Dingling! Dingling!"

The bell rang, Yoshida packed up the book and walked out of the classroom the first time. Where is Aoba? His spirit was completely attracted by the book in his hand, and his laughter never stopped. Moreover, the laughter became louder and louder as he went to the back. It was not until he finished reading the last picture that he closed the book with unfulfilled feeling: "Where did you get it?"

Seeing him laughing loudly, Watanabe was both envious and envious, and just hoped that he would finish watching quickly and continue watching: "What?"

"I mean, how do I get the book?"

“I… bought it.”

Aoye rolled up the book and formed a cylinder shape, and knocked it on Watanabe's head without hesitation: "Tell me quickly, where did you get it?"

"I... I borrowed it from my neighbors to see it."

"I knew it a long time ago! With Watanabe's character, it is absolutely impossible to spend money to buy books to read. Well, I'll take it away first and give it to you in a few days."

"Ah, no! This is someone else's!"

"What are you afraid of?" Qingye opened the cover of the book: "Is it 109 round? I'll give it to... Oh! Is this Ai Feijun's work?"

"Ah? Is that right?" Although Watanabe saw this book, he didn't pay much attention to who the author was: "Are you talking about Ai Feijun's work who dropped out of school?"

"You can see it yourself?" Qingye unfolded the book in front of him, and the latter looked at it, right? The Ai Fei Palace formed and painted it. "It's true!"

"No, I have to visit this guy!" Aoba thought for a while and returned the book to Watanabe: "Hey, go with me?"

"What are you doing to his house?"

"Idiot! Idiot!" Aoba Nagasuke immediately cursed: "You are so stupid! This book was painted by him, and he must have more pictures in his hands! Well, I really want to know the story behind it!"

As soon as he reminded him, Watanabe also remembered: "Yes, you can see the contents behind in advance!"

"Idiot, you'd better finish reading the first book first?"

"Uh... Xiao Aijun?"

"What?" Ai Fei slowly put down his brush and paper, raised his head to look at his mother standing at the door: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Hi Yi!" Ai Yuko walked forward a few steps, gently lifted up her skirt, and sat down opposite her son: "Is it really so easy to make a fortune in drawing... comics and writing novels?"

"Eh?" Ai Fei was stunned for a moment and chuckled at his mother's words: "This may have troubled you and your father for a long time, right?"

Ai Shizuko couldn't help but stroke her cheek with her hands: "Is this obvious?"

"It's almost done. Haven't you and your father been looking at me with a very strange look in the past few days? Isn't it for this?"

"No, no, no, Xiao Ai Jun, don't get me wrong." Ai Xiongzi's face turned red: "What your father and I mean is just incredible, of course there is no other meaning..."

"I know, mom. You don't need to explain. The comics themselves may not make such a lot of money, and of course they won't make such a profit by writing books. However, I used a very... advanced, or even surpassing method to obtain details of life that others have never paid attention to. Well, my father shouldn't feel unacceptable for my arrogance and arrogance at this time, right?"

"Where can it?" Ai Shinko smiled: "Your father doesn't know how proud your father is! His son's work won the first prize and is about to be filmed into a movie. He is also preparing to invite people from the Steel Company to watch it!"

"Well, this is a good way to enhance friendship with everyone." Ai Fei nodded with a sigh: "Dad doesn't need to buy tickets for movie watching. I will ask the film company for some tickets. Also, I may be very busy with my job recently, especially for the new company...? Mom, can you tell my father and ask him to resign?"

“Eh?”

"Ah, I forgot to tell you and Dad. When the first publication sales come out, if everything goes according to the scheduled schedule, I will set up an animation company that mainly publishes my works. If this is true, many reception and coping work will need to be helped to complete, and Dad should be the best candidate."

"But...? Will your dad agree?"

"So let you tell him!" Ai Fei suddenly smiled badly: "I know that although the father's position at home is the most important, in fact, it is the mother who controls everything, isn't it?"

A son's words made Ai Xiko's face turn red: "You...you..."

Ai Fei laughed loudly: "Mom, don't be like this, I'm just kidding you."

The mother and son were chatting, and greetings came from the door: "I'm disturbing!"

Ai Fei looked at the time and quickly stood up: "The man from Yuwu is here!"

"Yuwu?"

"Yes, it's the factory responsible for printing for me. They came for the new issue of manuscripts." As he said, he had already opened the door: "I'm disturbing!"

Ai Fei also bowed: "I thank you for your care last time for my affairs!"

Several people followed Ai Fei into the living room: "This is my mother."

"I'm disturbing!" Several people who came in saluted one after another: "I'm disturbing when I come to visit."

"Please come in. I am Ai Shizuko. I'm Ai Shizuko. Please take care of me for the first time." Compared with Japanese men, women's etiquette is heavier. Ai Shizuko quickly stood up and saluted several people in a regular manner.

After a polite gift, several people presented gifts - the Japanese habit is that they must never go to other people's house empty-handed, and when they leave, they must bring their host's return gifts - they will sit down: "Ai Jun's last publication should have achieved good results, right?"

"I'm ashamed to say that, I haven't known it yet!"

“Eh?”

"This time the sales work uses a method called agency sales, and I can't get any income for the time being. So, I have to go to my respective agency sales point to ask before I can know the final effect. Well, so, for the specific printing volume of the next issue, I want to wait until this sales result comes out before deciding. I don't know if it is OK?"

Kojima, the head of the business department, was stunned for a moment: "How is that?" But hesitated for a moment and immediately returned to normal: "Of course, can you give me the manuscript back? Our company can also complete the preparations for layout and ink coating as soon as possible."

"Okay." Ai Fei agreed with pleasure, stood up from the tatami, and walked into his bedroom.

When he came out again, he had an extra drawing in his hand: "That's it. According to the number of pages last time, it was still 45, and the cover and the notes on it are also requested by you."

"Then...we won't bother you anymore!" Kojima stood up and said goodbye.

Ai Shizuko took out the prepared small gift and distributed a box of rice cakes to the guests, and then she respectfully sent the guests away.

For a while, Ai Fei deliberately did not go to any agency point to investigate, just to wait for an unexpected surprise (sadness). Now, Kojima Ye came to make an agreement with him to continue printing, which made his heart suddenly messed up: Maybe, it's time to go and see the results?

After saying hello to his mother, he pushed his bicycle out of the residence in the Ueno District. The dog yelled and chased after him for a few steps. Seeing that the owner had no intention of playing with him, he turned back in shame.

Ai Fei didn't even dare to ride a bike, but just pushed the car like this, rubbing forward step by step, as if he could reach the agency point a little slower, and the sales performance of the album would change. However, no matter how slow he walked, there was still a time to arrive: you could see the first agency point that accepted his album from afar, and people came and went in front of the newsstand, some stopped to watch, and some were choosing their favorite readings. The old man who accepted his album could be vaguely seen, and was greeting the guests with sweat.

He put the bicycle aside and slowly approached: "…?"

The old man gave the change to the customer, stood up straight and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The voice of a boy beside him attracted his attention: "Is the new issue of "Crayon Shin-hsin" arrived?"

"Sorry, not yet?"

"Not yet?" The boy's voice was full of disappointment: "This is the 10th place! Is there still no?" He took out a picture album that had been turned over from his armpit and fiddled around in his hand: "So... do you know when will the goods be available?"

"This... I'm sorry, I don't know either."

"Then, I'm disturbing!" The boy turned around and was about to leave. Ai Fei could hear clearly from the side. He quickly took a few steps to stop him: "I'm sorry! I'm disturbing!"

"…?" The boy looked up at him and looked at him a few times: "………”

"Sorry, I heard the conversation between you and the old man..."

"Do you know where to sell picture albums?"

"Well, I can wait for this matter. What I want to know is, what is the album you mentioned? Is it very good?"

The boy curled his lips disdainfully: "You are not from Tokyo, are you? You don't know such a famous album? This is the favorite of many people in recent times! Well, let me show you?"

"Thank you!" After taking the picture album from the child, Ai Fei pretended to be like a few glances, and then gave it to the child: "I understand! Thank you, besides you, do many children like this picture album?"
Chapter completed!