sinovels Chapter 69 Investigation, Market
Chapter 69 Investigation, Market
Aoyama National University, Affiliated College of Higher Education.
The teaching building, for the senior year students.
"Everyone will be on spring break this afternoon."
"This is your math homework for spring break. Remember to do it."
On the podium, the female math teacher with thinning hair took out a stack of homework.
Have the students distribute the items themselves.
"Damn it, why is there homework during spring break? Who made this rule?"
"The person who made this rule should commit seppuku, you idiot!"
In the last row of the classroom, Akizuki Miki scratched her head in annoyance.
Her golden hair shone like wheat.
"You agree, right, Xiao Ai?"
Akizuki Miki nudged Shimizu Ai, who was sitting next to her.
"Achoo, achoo."
"What did you say, Miki?"
Ai Shimizu sneezed twice in a row.
She pulled out two tissues to wipe her nose.
"What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"
"Little Ai, look, I've told you before that you need to exercise more."
Akizuki Miki saw Shimizu Ai like this.
Her beautiful face showed concern.
"Do you have enough toilet paper? If not, I have more here."
She pulled a pack of toilet paper from her pocket and handed it to Ai Shimizu.
"I don't have a cold, I just suddenly felt like sneezing."
"It's like someone's talking badly about me behind my back."
Shimizu Ai took the tissue paper that Akizuki Miki handed her.
"What did you just say?"
"I didn't hear you."
Shimizu Ai remembered that Akizuki Miki seemed to have said something to her just now.
However, she just sneezed and didn't hear it.
"Tsk tsk." Akizuki Miki clicked her tongue twice.
"Didn't you hear that?"
"The person who just said that there must be homework during spring break should commit seppuku."
Akizuki Miki rested her chin on her right hand and casually brushed her long golden hair behind her ear.
"Indeed, you're right."
"I strongly support your idea."
This time, Shimizu Ai heard clearly and nodded affirmatively.
This indicates agreement with Akizuki Miki's idea.
If you're on vacation, you should enjoy your vacation. Why assign homework?
Holidays are for having fun; if you're not going to have fun, what's the point of having a holiday?
Shimizu Ai thought of how her aunt had wanted to find her a tutor a few days ago.
"Spring break homework again, and tutoring again."
"I feel like my spring break is hopeless."
Ai Shimizu had her hands hanging down under the table, and her head resting on the table.
She sighed softly and muttered unconsciously.
"What did you say, Xiao Ai?"
"Why do you look so lifeless?"
Seeing Shimizu Ai slumped over the table, her face filled with a look of utter despair.
Akizuki Miki had no idea why her deskmate was acting this way.
Is it because of what she just said about having homework during spring break?
But this can't be that bad, can it? They did have homework during spring break when they were in their first and second years of high school.
"Sigh, Miki, you don't understand."
Shimizu Ai lay on the table and shook her head.
"How would I understand if you didn't tell me?"
"It was something that Akizuki Miki said without thinking."
True understanding doesn't need to be spoken.
"I'll understand once you tell me."
"Sigh, let's just forget about it."
Shimizu Ai sighed softly.
Akizuki Miki hardened; her fist hardened.
The next moment, "Ouch, my head!"
Shimizu Ai held her head in her hands, like a whack-a-mole that had been hit with a hammer in a whack-a-mole game.
"Does it hurt that much? I didn't use much force."
Akizuki Miki looked at her retracted right hand with a puzzled expression.
She didn't use much force.
Akizuki Miki knew that her power had been steadily increasing these past few days.
So she deliberately controlled the force just now.
"Nonsense, Miki, you hit me on the head, of course you don't know how much it hurts."
Shimizu Ai held her head, her brows furrowed.
"I'm sorry, Xiao Ai."
"Fine, fine, you've already knocked, what else can I say?"
Shimizu Ai rubbed her head, and her lively, pretty face returned to normal.
"But since you're so curious, I'll tell you."
"Because... therefore... and so... that's how it is."
Shimizu Ai quickly told them that she needed to take extra classes during spring break.
Unsurprisingly, he received a pitying look from Akizuki Miki.
"Xiao Ai, you're really having a tough time."
"Two days on, three days off, it's still spring break."
"Plus spring break homework, tsk tsk tsk."
While the teacher wasn't paying attention on the podium.
Akizuki Miki gently patted her good friend's shoulder to comfort her.
However, her pretty face was full of schadenfreude.
"Miki, what about you?"
"Huh? What's wrong with me?"
A puzzled expression appeared on Akizuki Miki's face.
Weren't we talking about her deskmate's extra classes during spring break?
Why did we suddenly start talking about her again?
And what does this have to do with her?
Akizuki Miki didn't understand.
"Miki, my aunt is tutoring me so I can get into the University of Tokyo."
"Then what are you going to do? Didn't we say we'd get into the same university?"
To avoid attracting the teacher's attention on the podium, Shimizu Ai spoke in a low voice.
Since junior high school, Ai Shimizu and Miki Akizuki have been in the same class.
When they went to high school, they both ended up in the same high school.
And they were even in the same class.
Later on, they even became deskmates.
We've become inseparable friends now.
The two had once made a promise to get into the same university.
Shimizu Ai did not forget this promise.
Ai Shimizu's words also reminded Miki Akizuki of this promise.
But there was no worry on Akizuki Miki's face.
"Don't worry, Ai. With my current athletic performance, as long as I work harder on my academics, I'll definitely be able to get into the University of Tokyo."
Akizuki Miki's lips curled up, her eyes radiating confidence.
. . . . . .
On the other side, after breakfast.
The second floor of the villa, inside a room.
"Let me see what kind of comics are popular now."
"Most of them are urban slice-of-life stories; the fantasy genre... is getting a bit outdated."
Hoshino Makoto sat in front of the computer, looking at the comics on the screen.
His lips curled up slightly, revealing a beautiful and eye-catching smile.
However, no one saw this at the moment.
After finishing breakfast, Hoshino Makoto returned to his room.
I started searching online for popular manga in Tokyo over the past few years.
Although The Burial of Frilian is excellent in terms of character development and plot.
However, to gain market acceptance, one must first cater to market tastes.
What if the demise of Frillie doesn't suit the current market tastes?
Even if the plot and character portrayals are excellent, it will probably still blend into the crowd.
But after checking just now, Hoshino Makoto is now full of confidence.
He discovered that the current mainstream of Tokyo manga is urban slice-of-life.
Other comic genres are either niche or formulaic.
For example, fantasy comics similar to The Burial of Frilian.
The formulaic plots are particularly severe, mostly consisting of a hero defeating a demon king in a comic book.
But precisely because of this, the demise of Frillie might be welcomed by the market.
This comic not only has great characters and plot, but also innovative tropes.
So now the biggest problem for Hoshino Makoto is...
That means accumulating emotion points to exchange for advanced painting skills.