I'm a pirate in Tokyo

Some creators rely on the accumulation of life and knowledge to create, while others rely on tapping their own inspiration and consuming their own emotions to create.

The first type of author will fall into difficulties with emotion and appeal, and likes to popularize science and straightforward narratives too much, which makes readers feel boring.

The second type of author will often fall into confusion and miss the direction. Even if they have made an outline long ago, they will come up with better ideas due to various inspirations and emotional outbursts, leading to the complete destruction of the outline.

But no matter which direction you take, making long-form stories is a challenge for everyone.

In Wu Sheng's previous life, all migrant comics and long-form serials, whether it was Naruto or Bleach, fell apart in the later stages.

Part of the reason is that the author has actually finished writing the story a long time ago, but because of the commercial success of his work, he was coerced by readers, magazines, and the income.

Subsequent plots either add villains indiscriminately, leading to the collapse of the combat power setting and various explosions of the protagonist team.

Or the character simply collapsed and the plot was so boring that it ended up being cut in half.

Creators in this era are lucky. As long as there are readers and viewers who like them, they can live comfortably and even have a good harvest both materially and spiritually. Their income can enter the gold-collar class, and they can win various awards.

But everything has two sides, you have to pay for what you gain. Unless creators in this era have achieved a high reputation, they cannot fully control the content of their creations.

In other words, most of the literary and artistic works of this era are entertainment-oriented, and few of them have high artistic value.

This is probably the era of great entertainment after material abundance. Some people have always said that bad money drives out good money.

But everyone has a different idea of ​​who is a bad coin and who is a good coin.

After all, the things you create have to be seen, right?

Wu Sheng said to the excited Acheng Mu Mengye: "Why are you so anxious?"

He expressed his confusion when Mashiro had a liver attack and fainted and was hospitalized after vomiting blood: "When drawing comics, don't you have to be happy to draw truly interesting comics?"

Mashiro didn't think so: "Teacher Takeda, actually weekly serialization is a very torturous job."

Wu Sheng nodded and expressed his understanding. Weekly serialization is a terrifying job comparable to online articles with over 10,000 posts per day.

As an adult, he didn't tell the truth, but Nami, who was standing by, didn't have so many thoughts.

She subconsciously retorted: "I don't feel like it's very hard, right?"

"Ah, maybe it's because of you that I started serializing." Mashiro sincerely advised: "Please be sure to prepare the subsequent plot and direction as soon as possible."

"Ah, I'm not worried about this." Nami patted Wu Sheng on the shoulder, feeling very disappointed: "The story of "Death King's Notes" has ended..."

??????

The eyes of the other two boys present suddenly widened.

Wu Sheng quickly glared at her.

Only then did Nami realize that she had made a mistake. Ah, it was all Takeda's fault. Today's performance was so great that she was very proud and swollen now.

"It's over??!" Mashiro shouted in surprise: "Are you only going to draw 10 episodes?"

Seeing that Nami had already said it, Wu Sheng explained helplessly: "No, it will be about 60 chapters or so."

After he finished, he quickly added a sentence to avoid making people feel too inflated: "It will be added or deleted based on the results or reader feedback."

"Yeah." Nami nodded.

"But don't tell anyone else about this. I only gave the storyboards of episode 40 to Mr. Hattori, and he thought I was still drawing." Wu Sheng said to the two of them.

"Ah! Okay, don't worry! We are not talkative people!" Mashiro said quickly, his mind went blank, and he had no idea what the situation was like with 60 episodes already storyboarded.

You just started serializing! Why did it end!?

As he spoke, he suddenly thought: "What if it becomes a big hit and the editor wants you to continue drawing?"

"It's okay to start a new comic. If a story doesn't end at the perfect time, it's a waste of the story!"

Mashiro nodded subconsciously, especially envious of such talented players.

After all, the two people from Acheng Mu Mengye are probably the kind of hard-working geniuses.

With his new wife and Wu

There is still a gap between being a cheating genius like this.

"Then again, are you happy drawing comics now?" Wu Sheng asked.

The three most feared questions in life.

Are you happy?

Are you happy?

What is your dream?

Even in this world, it is still a killing move.

I saw this psychic attack piercing Zhencheng's chest, instantly knocking him into a state of unconsciousness.

"I...of course..."

Of course it's happy, right?

When I first started drawing comics, every minute and every second was filled with joy.

But as creation becomes routine, dreams turn into work, enthusiasm is gradually consumed, and inspiration is gradually lost, is he really happy?

Mashiro's current answer is "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter, happiness cannot be permanent." Wu Sheng said with a smile: "As long as you are willing."

Zhencheng nodded and did not answer, seeming to have fallen into deep thought because of Wu Sheng's words.

Only by burying countless efforts and pains in the snow can we brew real wine at this time.

He knew why Mashiro worked so hard, it was because he and his first love, his childhood sweetheart, agreed to get married as soon as their manga was animated.

It was also because his uncle, who was also a cartoonist, died of liver disease while drawing cartoons.

Various reasons caused his urgent state of mind, which led him to hospital for liver failure at the beginning of the year.

This is really a man who lives off his dreams, a ruthless man who would risk his life for his dreams.

They chatted for a while, and seeing that Takagi was still sitting on the stairs writing and drawing, he and Nami said goodbye together.

Of course, we exchanged contact information when we left. He was very interested in the cartoonist circle of Ajou Mumenha.

There seem to be some very interesting people here.

So he made an appointment with Mashiro. If there is a gathering of cartoonists or something, he can also call them.

"Acheng Mu Mengye is more youthful than I thought." Nami said with a smile.

"Hehe, it's mainly because I'm very mature." Wu Sheng said with a smile.

Nami glanced at him sideways: "Shameless."

"Hahaha, are we still on duty to make fried noodles this afternoon?" Wu Sheng suddenly thought of the school festival in the class.

Nami nodded: "Yes."

"Hey, no one will recognize me and ask me to sign, right?" Wu Sheng suddenly thought.

"Bah! How shameless you are!"

The two were walking when Wu Sheng suddenly saw a freckled boy wearing a cowboy hat walking towards him.

"Ace?" he shouted suddenly.

"Hey!" Ace was holding a pile of snacks in his hand, eating a mouthful of grilled skewers and a mouthful of maltose, without fear of spoiling the flavor.

He also recognized Wu Sheng: "You were not with Luffy just now..."

"Takeda Asahi." Wu Sheng said with a smile: "We are just going to find Luffy, do you want to come with us?"

"Hahaha, wait, wait until I walk around the two floors and finish eating!" Ace raised the snack in his hand to indicate that he still wanted to go shopping: "By the way, the performance this morning was great!"

"Hahaha, thank you!" Wu Sheng smiled and nodded: "Then we will see you later."

"Yeah, see you later~"

Ace had no idea how Wu Sheng knew him.

Nami looked at Wu Sheng with a strange look on her face: "How did you recognize Luffy's brother?"

"I've seen the photos." Wu Sheng said matter-of-factly.

"Oh." Nami didn't dig into it. She did spend less time playing with Luffy after drawing comics.

"It's not our turn for the class activities yet. Let's go back to the activity room first, right?"

"Well, let's invite everyone to go to the campus festival together."

"Walk!"

...

When the two returned to the activity room, they saw that Chopper was already under the guidance of Brooke.

Having a great time playing with the guitar.

Every student who has just come into contact with guitar has this reaction. They think they can become a master at once, but when they actually play it, they realize that the upper limit of this instrument is extremely high, so they give up after picking up a few chords.

The other three members of the band have also had enough rest by now.

Everyone walked out together, wanting to enjoy the campus festival that only happens once a year.

"By the way, Luffy, I just met your brother." Wu Sheng and Luffy walked side by side.

Students and tourists spotted them on the road, but they didn't come forward and just kept whispering to themselves.

"This is not..."

"Yes, it seems to be them..."

"Should we?"

"Forget it? How shy! There are so many of them..."

"If you don't go, I will!"

"Ah, no, he is my type..."

Every few steps I take, there are several girls who want to add their contact information.

How determined is Wu Sheng? Nami and Robin refused with teasing eyes.

Let them pay attention to their own Weibo.

"That's right, follow us on WeChat. The video of our performance today will be updated there." Wu Sheng said while guiding.

Along the way, I added dozens of fans to my WeChat account.

Then, with the promotion of these fans, a bunch of people who liked their performances followed.

In less than a day, I had gained hundreds of fans by familiar means.

Moreover, when these people saw his latest post and @three other members of the band, they quickly followed it.

Fans who particularly liked him looked through his old Weibo and discovered that he was also the professional cartoonist rumored to be in the school.

Every class group and club group has exploded.

Especially Wu Sheng and his classmates, everyone is @ him.

Although his face is not ridiculously handsome, it is not a popular face either. Everyone can remember it after seeing it once.

It made him very uncomfortable throughout the game, and in the end he even had to borrow Luffy's straw hat to wear.

Luffy was sitting in the back playing the drums, and the people in the audience couldn't see him clearly.

Everyone walked and ate, visited haunted houses, watched performances, and bought souvenirs.

Wu Sheng finally understood why Neon’s campus festival was so famous.

It’s really that everyone’s level is so high, it’s even more delicious than many small food festivals in China.

After all, Neon has had a variety of home economics classes since elementary school, and most students have actually gotten started with cooking.

On this basis, if 40 people in a class work together to open a store, wouldn't it be easy?

No wonder that guy Ace was so interested in eating that he didn't even care about his dear brother.

Wu Sheng was holding a box of takoyaki with octopus in his hand and eating it.

I saw a maid cafe in front of me opened by senior high school seniors, and I thought this campus activity was really great.

No wonder there are so many people coming for admission!

The decoration inside was very pink. He looked at the menu at the door of the coffee shop. Oh, it was indeed the all-purpose omelette rice. There was nothing special about it.

but......

It was actually full of people.

And there was a figure that he was very familiar with.

Sanji-kun, who had a squinted look on his face, was sitting inside and eating happily. On the table where he sat was a pile of pastries that seemed to be bought from outside, square desserts, and crispy square buns that were baked to a crispy brown.

I don't know how long he has been sitting here.

The other guys from GM Tokyo who were with him are not here.

Wu Sheng smiled and shook his head, not disturbing Sanji-kun's happy time.

Smiling and enjoying this rare happy time with other friends.

Although campus festivals happen every year, it’s only in the past few years that I can participate with such a happy and carefree attitude, right?

When I come back after graduation, my mentality will be completely different.