Tokyo 1970: I'll draw Doraemon?

Thanks to the praise of many cartoonists, 2000 copies of "Confessions" quickly disappeared.

Priced at 400, "Confessions" is not cheap; it can buy more than a month's worth of "Weekly Shonen Sunday".

However, everyone still gave them face, as if they would be missing out if they didn't buy a copy, and the queue stretched to more than four lines.

If the stadium weren't so spacious, it would really affect traffic.

Many people were carrying shopping bags, their faces beaming with smiles, looking like they were having a great time.

"I never expected there would even be fan-made comics of Bambi, and they're so daring. That's amazing."

"Your sexual fetishes are really strange."

Everyone was discussing it enthusiastically, and their voices were unusually loud.

So it wasn't until the second sound that Asano Megumi recognized the person in front of her.

"Oh, you're that one! That one!"

“I am Nagai,” Miyuki Nagai said helplessly, this person still hadn’t remembered her name.

I've helped her so much, yet I'm so heartless.

"How are things going between you and Fushimi? Is it progressing well?"

The strategist came to inquire about the progress, which brought a smile to Asano Megumi's face.

“That’s great. A-Chuan doesn’t resist my touch at all. Hugging and holding hands are no problem for him.”

Despite things progressing according to her plan, Miyuki Nagai is not very happy.

She said sternly, "Almost half a year has passed, are you satisfied with just this?"

Asano Megumi felt somewhat ashamed after being questioned by her.

She was truly content, always by Fushimikawa's side, able to touch his hand from time to time and feel his chest muscles.

In the past, she would never have dared to even think about it.

Fushimikawa is a man who could easily be her father!

Asano Megumi, who had cared for her since childhood, dared not disrespect her.

If it weren't for Miyuki Nagai's encouragement, she might have been content with the status quo her whole life, just being able to stay by Fushimikawa's side.

“The next step should be,” Miyuki Nagai gestured with her index finger to her lips, “this one.”

"Huh?" Asano Megumi's mouth dropped open, her face flushed red. "How can this be? That's A-Kawa!"

Although she had expectations, her face was full of resistance.

How cowardly!

Miyuki Nagai shook her head.

"Then let's kiss on the cheek, that's intimate enough. Fushimi-kun will notice your affection."

"Mm." Asano Megumi nodded slightly, then dared not lift her head again.

Her computer crashed.

Miyuki Nagai and her friend Yuka Higashino could only help her sell "Confessions".

“I want a copy of ‘Confessions’ as payment,” said Yuka Higashino.

……

It was evening soon, and time for the museum to close.

As the announcement was made over the loudspeaker, a collective sigh of regret rippled through the venue.

"How could it end like this?"

"I haven't had enough of shopping yet."

"I only managed to buy 5 doujinshi (fan-made comics)."

"Come again tomorrow."

The crowd lined up to leave, agreeing to come early the next day.

Many people originally planned to attend Comic Con today and the Japan Manga Convention tomorrow. But after today's experience, they've completely forgotten about the Japan Manga Convention.

"No matter how interesting it is over there, it can't compare to this place. I even got an autograph from Takao Saito, who draws doujinshi for 'Golgo 13'. Ah, this CM exhibition is amazing."

"Not necessarily. There are many cartoonists over there, and it's more formal. You might have other new experiences."

"That makes sense. Why don't we go take a look tomorrow?"

"Ok!"

They made an appointment, but the next day, looking at the crowded queue, they saw the familiar faces again and shouted.

"Didn't you say you couldn't handle it? You liar!"

"You lied to me too! Besides, if everyone participates, won't this place be packed to the brim? Read the air carefully and think about how I feel."

"Who isn't!"

They both sighed in unison, "The Japan Manga Convention is just too disappointing."

There were even more people visiting the CM exhibition today than yesterday.

Through the newcomers' complaints, they understood the reasons.

"While the 'Japan Manga Convention' is fun, with lots of events and opportunities to meet manga artists, it's not really a manga convention. The artwork you buy is practically identical to what's in magazines; there's no novelty at all. I heard many small groups were barred from getting booths."

"That's outrageous!" someone exclaimed in astonishment. "Is this really an event for amateur enthusiasts?"

“Right, right, so we all came. By the way,” he tilted his head back and asked, “will Oikawa-sensei be making an appearance today?”

"No, 'Confessions' sold out yesterday."

"Tsk, so fast, I really regret it."

At the same time, many clubs that had previously applied but then withdrew from the CM exhibition approached Utsunomiya, hoping to rejoin.

“Please come back next year,” Utsunomiya adjusted his glasses. “We’re full.”

Chapter 61 If I had known, even fans would be NTR'd...

In Katsuhiro Otomo's opinion, Osamu Tezuka's Astro Boy was already great.

The visuals and content met his requirements perfectly, if he hadn't encountered Oikawa's "Confessions".

Astro Boy is a cherished childhood memory, carrying a touch of warm, faded sweetness. It's like a cherished memory, giving him the motivation to pursue his dreams.

But "Confessions" was different. Just seeing it in front of him made him dizzy and unable to control himself. His eyes were fixed on the spectacular scene, which delayed his planned time to sell "The Little Match Girl".

After the CM exhibition closed and he returned to the hotel, he immediately picked up "Confessions" and studied every line on it, wanting to examine it thoroughly.

By the time he came to his senses, it was almost dawn.

If it weren't for the need to recoup his costs by selling comics, Katsuhiro Otomo would never bother coming to CM Comic Con again.

He has become someone who can't live without "Confessions".

As for Astro Boy, he neatly stored it at the bottom of his suitcase.

“Otomo-kun,” Fushimikawa tapped the table, “If you’re going to sell manga, just focus on selling manga. With this attitude, people who want to buy it won’t dare to come over.”

Katsuhiro Otomo raised his head, his eyes still somewhat confused.

“Oh! Mr. Oikawa,” he quickly stood up and put away “Confessions,” “Is there anything I can help you with?”

"Please give me a copy of 'The Little Match Girl'." Fushimikawa glanced at the price tag, took out his wallet, and prepared to pay.

Katsuhiro Otomo quickly said, "No need for the money, it's just enough to offset the price difference of 'Confession'."

Even so, he felt he had gotten the better deal.

Fushimikawa didn't press the issue and took out a business card from his wallet, handing it to him.

"Feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything."

After saying that, he picked up "The Little Match Girl," waved his hand, and left with a flourish.

Holding the business card, Katsuhiro Otomo was extremely excited.

The well-known cartoonist gave this unknown newcomer his own business card, which was a clear indication that he had high hopes for him.

"I'll do my best, Mr. Oikawa," he whispered to himself.

"I just don't understand, since he already has my comic book, why would he come all the way to buy another one?"

Just as Katsuhiro Otomo's doubts began to arise, three people walked over.

One person excitedly asked, "Was that Oikawa-sensei just now? He bought your manga, please give me a copy too."

"Me too!"

"Me too, me too!"

Soon, his stall was packed with people, and the 200 copies of "The Little Match Girl" he had prepared were sold out in no time.

The person with the comic book left with a smile. Standing in front of the empty stall, looking at the business card in his hand, Katsuhiro Otomo was filled with mixed emotions.

"Oikawa-sensei... is still a kind person."

……

"CM Comic Con was quite fun."

Wearing a beret to cover his face, Osamu Tezuka strolled around leisurely and carefree.

He was carrying a bag containing the doujinshi (fan-made comics) he had bought.

"Wow, I never knew animals could be drawn like this! It looks really good."

At the comic convention, there are all kinds of works, a wide variety of styles.

The classic plots and the bizarre ones opened his eyes to a whole new world, even for someone who had spent his life being accustomed to innovation.

"Go back and study hard."

Just as he was feeling smug, a voice came from behind him.