The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

It was another sunny day with bright sunshine, and the slight cold wind made people want to runny noses. The grape trellises in the big courtyard had withered and yellowed, and only the autumn chrysanthemums in the flower garden were in full bloom.

On both sides of the wooden coffee table in the courtyard, old man Xuan quickly shook the dice cup in his hand. This dice cup is not in the form of an upside-down bowl in ancient China, but in the shape of a bamboo tube, which is closer to the gambling equipment of those casinos on TV in later generations.

Recently, Yang Dongxu didn't know that the string in his mind was wrong. Suddenly, those gamblers and movies of the gamblers that later generations watched appeared in his mind, so he stopped drawing comics on weekends and went to the big courtyard to learn gambling skills from old man Xuan.

While learning, he still sighed in his heart, why didn’t he have any super powers after he was reborn, the days of learning Russian and English were unbearable, which proved that he would not awaken super memory or other powers.

Now that he is fascinated by gambling, he starts to wonder why he doesn’t have clairvoyance, and he can’t always guess the numbers in the old man Xuan’s dice cup. As a result, he cleaned all the fallen leaves in the yard and the furniture in the house by himself. , Think about it is tears.

"There are rules to follow in everything. You must first see clearly, the moment the dice enter the dice cup, you can clearly see their points, mutual positions, and distances from each other. Whether the two are sticking together or the horns are facing each other."

After Yang Dongxu cleaned the kitchen and contracted out the work of washing the dishes at noon today, the old man Xuan started to explain to Yang Dongxu with the dice cup in his hand, pointing to the shai on the plate.

Yang Dongxu started to feel drowsy as he was talking. Obviously, this kind of physical knowledge needs to be calculated based on the sound he heard, how the dice collide and roll in the dice cup, and then use brain calculations to determine the final number of dice points when the dice cup stops. The method is very different from what he imagined.

In his imagination, he can hear how many points of color belong to supernatural powers, or mysterious gambling or something. How much does it mean if you give me a scientific explanation of physics plus mathematical operations?

But soon the drowsy Yang Dongxu woke up instantly, holding his head and sucking in the cold air. Old man Xuan's brain collapse was very painful.

Compared with Yang Dongxu who learns from him and teaches, there is no compulsory subject to learn. Old man Xuan was very serious in teaching, and at the same time, as long as Yang Dongxu chose to learn something, he didn't say he was proficient in it, but he had to learn it.

In other words, Yang Dong can learn anything he wants, as long as Old Man Xuan knows what he can teach, but since he chooses, he must learn well. Although there is no time limit, he must not be lazy when studying.

"Could you shake out a one-pillar-uplifting sky?" Yang Dongxu, who was holding his head, became full of energy in an instant, staring at the dice cup with his eyes wide open.

Crash. The dice cup in the old man Xuan's hand shook, and there was a rapid but very rhythmic impact sound inside, and then he pushed the dice cup on the table and lifted it, and all the six dice inside were stacked together to form a vertical 'one' Character.

"Come six and six." Abandoning those brain-burning listening, physics and mathematical calculations of old man Xuan undoubtedly greatly increased Yang Dongxu's interest in learning.

Hulala. The dice cup continued to shake, still swaying in the air off the table, because the dice temporarily escaped the gravity of the earth under the action of skill, and did not fall to the bottom of the dice cup.

Yang Dongxu lay on the table and looked sideways at the mouth of the dice cup, and found that the six dice were spinning continuously, and he was a little dazzled and couldn't see anything.

Pa, the dice cup was placed on the table, and the six dice inside were opened again, all six points facing up.

"Excellent, six more ones, ouch." Yang Dongxu clapped his hands in praise, but before he could continue to be excited, he suffered another blow on the forehead.

"Do you think I'm a busker? Practice for me, starting from the one that supports the sky, not just six sixes. You have to shake out six ones, six twos, and six fives for me, and then Practice how to shake one one and five sixes, how to shake two ones and four sixes."

"You'd better kill me." Yang Dongxu wailed and lay down on the coffee table. He felt that his whim seemed to have dug a hole for himself, and it was a huge hole that was difficult to climb up after jumping into it.

It is obviously useless to be a rascal and be lazy with old man Xuan. Just kneading Yang Dongxu a few times, the piercing pain can make Yang Dongxu, who seems to be paralyzed on the coffee table, suddenly jump up, and then devote himself to the practice process with full energy.

Such an irresistible hard study made Yang Dongxu seem to have returned to the era when his grandfather held a bamboo board to let him learn Russian a few years ago. The sourness of these days is simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Crawling and crawling in such a pit, Yang Dongxu climbed until the winter vacation came, and everyone was busier at the end of the year. It seemed that he was the only one free, so he didn't have to think about going home for the Spring Festival.

However, compared to last year, he is not very homesick today. After all, he just stayed at home for more than a month during the summer vacation, and Yanjing has a photo studio. Yang Dongxu took a few photos and sent them back with the letter. His parents didn’t want him to go back. , I kept saying that it’s not good to bother others, so that Yang Dongxu should not be naughty in Yanjing and be obedient.

At the same time, the people from the RB Comic Club that Hao Yifan just picked up had reached a preliminary consensus, so he came back to Yanjing to discuss the specific contract with Yang Dongxu these days. The comic club is still Shueisha, and its quotation is not the highest, but The terms are exciting.

Matsutomo Ono has been very exhausted these days. He flew from RB to Hong Kong at least seven times before he won the contract. Not only was he physically exhausted, but he was also extremely exhausted mentally.

But thinking about seeing the author of "Dragon Ball" who is as dazzling as the sun among thousands of stars, his heart is full of excitement.

Thinking of the first time he saw "Dragon Ball", he felt like seeing Amaterasu, but unfortunately Amaterasu made a joke with him, the author of such an excellent work was not a member of their Yamato nation, but was born in a backward When he was sure that this matter was true, he repeatedly thought that he must be dreaming after drinking too much.

In his impression, no, in the impression of the whole world, that backward neighboring country seemed to have nothing but good wars. But even if the war is fierce, their Dahe nation's continuous technological and economic leadership has made them less and less afraid of this neighboring country.

No matter how powerful your army is, you can't go out of the country, or even cross the ocean to set foot on the land of RB. Your threats are always limited.

So Ono Matsutomo never imagined, even in his dreams, that he would one day set foot on the land of a backward neighboring country, or for the signing of a comic book.

However, all the impossibilities have turned into facts, and he understands the importance of capturing the author of this comic from the open and secret struggles of several comic agencies.

In addition, in recent years, the prime minister's attitude towards this neighboring country has been moderate, and the right-wing forces are still secretly accumulating strength. Apart from being behind, he has no other prejudice against this neighboring country, which allowed him to quickly adjust his mentality.

After the plane landed, he underwent a very strict inspection. There is no way that in this era, except for the foreign staff in the embassy, ​​it is difficult to see other foreigners on the street.

Although China is not as repulsive to foreigners as before, it has not reached the point of warm welcome. The formalities for the arrival of Ono Matsutomo and his casual secretary are still the way of the embassy. Otherwise, they would not be able to buy a ticket to fly to Yanjing.

I asked about the purpose of my visit, about my job, about my spouse, about my children, about my parents, and even about where I went to school. In short, after three generations of ancestors asked clearly, Ono Matsu Tomocai Accompanied by the staff, I went to Wangfujing.

Yang Dongxu, who was still having a headache on how to pick up someone at the airport, was relieved for a moment, because someone had already sent him here very considerately.

Yang Dongxu heaved a sigh of relief as he enthusiastically sent the foreign staff of the airport away, but at the same time felt that meeting foreigners was not as troublesome as he thought.

He originally thought that foreigners would be monitored all the time when they entered Yanjing, but it was not as exaggerated as he imagined. Although the government is very strict with foreign visitors, it is impossible for everyone to be treated as spies, not to mention that no country, no matter how stupid Use a foreigner who is as obvious as a firefly at night to fly over and follow the formal procedures to be a spy.

"You are Xiao Xujun?" When he saw Yang Dongxu, Ono Matsuchi felt his outlook on life collapsed again. He kept looking at Hao Yifan next to him, hoping that he was joking with him, but it turned out that it was not a joke.

"If Xiao Xujun you are talking about is the author of "Dragon Ball", I think it is me." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

Xiaoxu is his pen name, and the lyrics and composition of those songs are also under this pen name.

"You can speak Japanese!" This time, not only Ono Matsutomo and his assistant were surprised, but even Hao Yifan and the translator he brought widened their eyes.

"The dialogues in the manga are all in Japanese. I think this is a good explanation, isn't it?" Yang Dongxu shrugged, and at the same time walked to the side of his drawing board in the yard, turned over the drawing board for several people to see, and handed over a stack at the same time. The manuscript paper is given to Ono Matsutomo.

Because the contract of "Dragon Ball" has not been negotiated, Yang Dongxu has not sent much content in the manuscript, and it has only been serialized to the fourth chapter after several months: Guixianren's somersault cloud. At this time, what Yang Dongxu gave to Ono Matsutomo was the fifth chapter: the content of Oolong's appearance.

After reading a few pages of the manuscript in his hand, Ono Matsutomo immediately stood at attention and bowed to Yang Dongxu: "Hello, Xiao Xu-jun, I am the deputy director of the editorial department of Ono Matsutomo Shueisha, and this is my assistant Yoshimi Kurai. Please take care of me for the first time. "

Ono Matsutomo looks to be in his thirties, with small eyes and a mustache on his lips. He is not tall and a bit thin. However, Yang Dongxu was very satisfied with this bow and honorific words, and he felt that he chose Shueisha knowingly.

"Now that it's been confirmed, let's talk about the contract." He didn't say that he was going to treat him to a meal or something, so he sat down in the room, and Yang Dongxu made a pot of tea and everything was settled.

"I don't know what request Xiaoxu Jun has?"

The two of them were talking in Japanese, so the translator Hao Yifan hired with a lot of money became his own dedicated translator, constantly whispering the translation in his ear.