I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

"Doraemon...?"

Masato Tadokoro subconsciously repeated this name that was full of childishness and wonder, and felt his tongue was a little tied.

However, Nohara Hiroshi did not give him much time to think.

"Mr. Tadokoro, please wait a moment."

He stood up and walked to his huge mahogany desk, casually pulling out a stack of brand new A4 drawing paper and an ordinary 2B pencil from the side.

Then, under the astonished and puzzled gaze of Masato Tadokoro, he sat down.

No ideas, no drafts, not even the slightest hesitation.

The moment the pen tip fell, it seemed as if the whole world had quieted down.

Only the pencil was left moving across the paper, with the rustling sound like spring silkworms tirelessly gnawing on mulberry leaves, or like the spinning wheel of fate weaving a brand new legend that was about to be born.

Masato Tadokoro stared blankly.

He looked at the outline of the bespectacled, cowardly yet kind-hearted boy "Nobita Nobi", which was smoothly sketched out by the pen.

He looked at the chubby, blue, earless cat-shaped robot "Doraemon", with its iconic warm smile full of healing power, jumping out from the empty paper alive.

He even saw how the imaginative bamboo dragonfly he pulled out of his four-dimensional pocket carried the two teenagers toward the azure sky that symbolized freedom and dreams...

Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment.

Masato Tadokoro felt as if he was not watching a painting, but witnessing the entire process of the birth of a miracle that was enough to drive the entire Neon world crazy.

This is such a fantastic idea!

This is so sci-fi!

When Nohara Hiroshi put down the pen in his hand and gently pushed the dozen or so drawings that still exuded the fragrance of graphite in front of him, Tadokoro Masato felt that his breathing had completely stopped.

It was a sketch that hadn't been fully colored, with simple, even rough, lines.

But the precise storyboards, the childlike art style, the words that reveal an unparalleled warmth and power that stems from friendship, dreams, and the purest yearning for the future...

It was like a bolt from the blue, striking deep into his soul!

"God...a masterpiece..."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, his eyes hidden behind thick lenses already filled with ecstasy. "This...this will definitely become, no! I've never seen such a lovely style of painting! Such an interesting subject! It's a short drama! It's the short drama that Mr. Nohara Hiroshi is best at! That's it! That's it!"

He knew too well the value of this drawing!

Youth, friendship, science fiction... this is simply the trump card tailor-made for their "JUMP"!

This is indeed the trump card.

Hiroshi Nohara did not draw Doraemon using the original drawing method, but used the mature drawing method of later generations to draw this classic children's comic.

And the content is the same as when I first drew it.

Of course it creates an ace effect!

"Teacher Nohara, I... I will take it back to the editorial office immediately! No! I will call Editor-in-Chief Torishima now! This... this is perfect for us! Especially the children from first to fifth grade of elementary school, they will definitely go crazy for it!" Masato Tadokoro was very excited.

"Not just children." Nohara Hiroshi shook his head. His clear eyes shone with a wisdom that saw through everything. "Mr. Tadokoro, have you forgotten that we were also children once?"

"In the heart of each of us lives a self like Nobita, cowardly, lazy, yet incredibly kind. We have also fantasized about having an omnipotent friend like Doraemon, who would accompany us to face the world's difficulties and malice."

"This comic is a fairy tale for children, but also... for us adults, whose edges have long been smoothed by reality, it's a most tender love letter from childhood."

These words completely stunned Masato Tadokoro.

He looked at the young man, and there was a lot of emotion in his eyes, but in the end there was still a hint of brilliance.

"I... I understand..." He let out a long breath, and that breath seemed to take away all the confusion and bewilderment of his half life.

"I'll leave the coloring to you," Nohara Hiroshi's voice sounded again, with an unquestionable calmness. "Doraemon is blue, Nobita's clothes are yellow, Shizuka is pink... Now that these main colors are decided, let your editorial assistants complete the rest. After all, I don't have time for simple coloring work like this."

This is full of the absolute confidence that belongs to a top author.

Masato Tadokoro nodded repeatedly as he listened, his posture as respectful as a believer who was listening to an oracle.

"Hey! Hey! I understand! I understand everything! Don't worry! Our editorial department will definitely use the top team to present the most perfect colors for this great work!"

He carefully put the drawing into his briefcase as if he was holding a rare treasure, and then bowed deeply to Hiroshi Nohara.

"Well then, I'll take my leave now! Minister Nohara!"

……

When Masato Tadokoro's back, full of excitement and enthusiasm, disappeared at the office door, Hiroshi Nohara finally let out a long sigh.

He leaned back on the soft leather sofa, feeling every part of his body groaning under the heavy burden.

Advancing on three fronts simultaneously is indeed... a bit tiring.

'Beep! Beep!'

At this moment, the brand new Panasonic P100 once again made a buzzing sound at an inopportune time.

He picked up the phone and saw the familiar name on the screen. The fatigue on his face that belonged to work was instantly replaced by tenderness.

It’s Meiya.

"Hello? What's the matter?" His voice softened unconsciously.

"Hiroshi-kun~" From the other end of the line came Koyama Misae's energetic voice, as warm as the sun, with a hint of coquettishness in her nasal voice: "When are you getting off work? I...I suddenly want to eat the yakitori from Toriko in Ginza~ Especially the grilled chicken skin, it's so crispy and fragrant, I even dream about it!"

"Okay, as you say." Nohara Hiroshi chuckled, his voice full of doting: "Get ready, I'll pick you up at home in half an hour."

After hanging up the phone, he stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the steel city below him, which seemed to be coated with a layer of gold in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He suddenly felt that Mei Ya's call came at the right time.

She seems to have been staying at home alone lately.

Although she doesn't say it, how could a young girl's curiosity and yearning for the outside world be confined by a small apartment?

It's time to take her out and relax.

It’s also a chance for me to relax!

……

Ginza, Toriko.

It is still the same intimate Japanese-style private room, the same top-grade Binchotan charcoal, and the same top-grade yakitori that is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with overflowing juicy meat.

Meiya ate with great satisfaction, and her pretty face, which always looked a little cute, was filled with a kind of happiness wrapped in food and love.

However, after a few glasses of sake, the slight drunkenness evoked the subtle, small sense of loss in her heart.

"Alas..." She held her cheek, looked at the bright neon lights outside the window, and sighed softly: "Guangzhi-kun, tell me, am I useless?"

"Hmm?" Nohara Hiroshi was leisurely sipping the sake in his glass. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows.

"Look at you, you do so many great things every day, filming TV series, drawing comics, and now you're even doing variety shows... and I just stay at home, cooking, cleaning, like... like a useless idler." Her voice got smaller and smaller, and a layer of gray mist covered her beautiful big eyes.

Nohara Hiroshi put down his wine glass, reached out, and wrapped her soft, boneless little hand in his palm.

"Silly, what are you talking about?" His voice was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable strength. "I told you, wait a little longer. Right now, all the funds have been invested in my eldest brother's agricultural company. Once that company is back on track, I'll support you in whatever you want to do."

"I know..." Mei Ya pouted, her voice full of grievance: "But I just feel... so idle."

"Then wait a little longer and let me find a good way, okay?" Hiroshi Nohara chuckled.

"Yeah~" Of course Meiya would agree.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Nohara Hiroshi had an idea and remembered what Tanaka Masato had said today about the scarcity of new comics.

He had an idea.

"If I bring all the comics from my previous life to this world, copy the original sketches myself, and then find some new cartoonists to fill in the colors and expand the content according to my requirements..."

"That way, maybe I can own a lot of comic book copyrights!"

"If TV Tokyo wants to remake these comics, I can let Misae approach TV Tokyo in the name of the studio, and even sell them for more money, and then I will produce and shoot them."

The more Nohara Hiroshi thought about it, the more he felt that there was a way.

After all, the comics of Neon in the previous life...

That's a treasure!

It's a gold mine!

There are comics of all levels, not just children's comics, but also hot-blooded youth comics, even crime comics, and so on.

Everything is available.

If only these treasures could unfold in the neon of this parallel world.

"Then send it!" Nohara Hiroshi's smile became even brighter.

He had indeed found a way to keep Mei-sae busy.

So the two of them had a simple meal.

Just as Misae suggested that she wanted to lose weight and not eat too much, the two began to act like an ordinary Tokyo couple, holding hands and strolling in the luxurious and hazy night of Ginza.

Even though it was already past nine o'clock, the security in Tokyo was still very good, and the city was bustling with people.

The two of them walked slowly, leaning on each other.

We talked about our embarrassing moments and happy things from our youth, forgetting a lot of the nastiness in the workplace.

I feel more and more comfortable.

At this moment, they crossed the brightly lit main road and turned into quiet alleys full of life.

Finally, in the depths of an inconspicuous, even somewhat shabby alley, Nohara Hiroshi stopped.

"Hmm?" Nohara Hiroshi frowned slightly.

In front of him was a small restaurant with only a solitary lantern hanging at the door.

The dim light makes the three hiragana characters “めしや” look full of story.

"What's wrong?" Misae looked at this ordinary and somewhat shabby little restaurant curiously, not understanding why Hiroshi Nohara would stay here.

"It looks a bit familiar and quite strange." Nohara Hiroshi looked at the familiar scene, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his clear eyes.

"Look familiar?" Mei Ya was puzzled.