Tokyo was the first and final place, from where Meng Huo embarked on his journey to the Far East and was ready to leave.

When I arrived in Tokyo, it was late in the evening, and the crimson sky was clear and unblemished.

"It shouldn't rain today......

Meng Huo stood at the entrance of the station and looked at the sky, saying that he was so impressed by the rain in Tokyo that he was still a little apprehensive two weeks later.

"Meng Jun, you don't have to worry, the weather is so good, it will definitely not rain."

Keiko Yoshida said with a smile on the side, she is still their tour guide, but today is already the last day, and after tonight, Meng Huo and his party will take a plane back to Ninghai.

Ten days of getting along made Keiko Yoshida a little reluctant, this is the best guest she has met since she became a tour guide, Meng Shu and the three of them gave her the feeling of being a cordial friend, and the travel process was very happy.

"Let's hope so, if it rains again, I'll be too unlucky."

Meng Shu looked back and smiled, Alice arranged a stage for him to play the piano, it is said to be an open-air park, if it rains again, the performance is likely to be in vain. In that case, the release of "Fate/staynight" will be postponed.

At eight o'clock in the evening, there was a commotion in Ueno Park. The cherry blossoms in this park do not stop even at night, and the cherry blossom trees on the roadside are dazzling and beautiful with their shiny light bulbs.

"Please come here and line up to buy tickets!"

At the three entrances to the plaza surrounded by cherry blossoms, dozens of sweaty staff members shouted at the swarming crowd and instructed people to line up in long lines to buy tickets to enter.

"Why is there such an audience, isn't it expected that there will be only a few hundred people? There are at least 2,000 people here! ”

"I heard that a cartoonist is coming to perform. These people are all fans of that cartoonist. ”

"Isn't it...... No wonder those people's clothes are so strange. The word 'pity' behind that refers to the cartoonist? Miss Masako's fans are even fewer than a manga artist! ”

The staff was busy talking at the same time. Next to the crowd, some reporters took pictures of the queue with their cameras, and one reporter even called the newspaper office.

"Yes, unexpectedly, at least 2,000 people...... It's definitely not a trivial matter, editor-in-chief, you send another person over, we don't have enough manpower! ”

And inside the square. Next to the makeshift stage, Suzuki and Fukuyama, the two agents, were also dumbfounded when they looked at the dense crowd in front of them.

"Mr. Fukuyama, who the hell is that manga artist, and why does he have so many fans?" Miss Suzuki asked excitedly, now she has made a lot of money, thousands of spectators, Masako Natsukawa's performance was a great success before it even started.

It can be expected that if Masako doesn't make a mistake tonight, her fan count will surge, and there will be quite a few reports tomorrow. As a newcomer who has just debuted. Masako Natsukawa picked up a big bargain!

"I don't know ...... this."

Fukuyama wiped his sweat and replied, this scene was also unexpected by him. But...... Those who refuse to provide the stage if they are on the spot. They must have regretted it, and the number of viewers by thousands for nothing is not a small amount.

"Masako Natsukawa is really lucky...... Still, Miss Alice's vision is so good......"

Fukuyama sighed in his heart that the witch of Yanjing is really a witch, even if she is not in the entertainment industry, the cartoonist she values will have a star-like effect. Fukuyama doesn't usually read manga, but after today, he felt like he had to read them......

"Miss Suzuki, our tickets are sold out!"

At this time, a staff member hurriedly ran over, looking very flustered: "The position at the scene is full, and now the crowd outside is starting to make a fuss, and we can't stop it." They have to get in, so what should they do? ”

Suzuki was stunned.

"It doesn't matter if the tickets are sold out, let them pay and go straight to the venue." Fukuyama, who was more experienced, replied, "Because there is no location, these people may not be satisfied, and you have to cut the entrance fee in half......"

"I see, I know!"

The staff suddenly brightened up and hurriedly retreated.

Miss Suzuki made a calculation in her heart, manga artists don't need to earn, tonight's ticket revenue will go to Masako, this time it's really profitable!

"Mr. Fukuyama, Masako's performance is about to start, and I'll go backstage to help prepare." Suzuki looked at his watch, bowed and left, Fukuyama stood in place to help with some chores, and when the show began, he found that the scene was in good order.

Although most of the audience didn't come for Masako, they stood without heckling, and many people gathered together to laugh and chat, but they were not so loud as to interfere with Masako's performance.

"What are they talking about?"

Fukuyama walked over with a hint of confusion, he wanted to hear what these people were chatting about.

"It's a pity that the teacher came to Fukuoka to receive me with a friend, he is more kind than rumored, you see, this is a photo of us together......"

"Lying down, I'm so envious, it's a pity that the teacher is really handsome. Alas...... A while ago, he stayed in Kanagawa for a day and left, I didn't have the time, so I came to Tokyo today, and I wonder if I can meet him. ”

A few young people were talking about the manga artist, and Fukuyama pricked up his ears, what kind of manga artist was that, and he seemed to have a close relationship with the readers.

"Don't worry, it's a pity that the teacher won't leave until tomorrow, he'll find a place to meet you tonight!"

"He met us in Osaka last time, but some readers went too far and refused to let go of him, so there must be no such scene today......"

"Yes, we can't make Teacher He Xi angry, he's the only one who wants to mingle with us."

Make good relationship with? Fukuyama frowned slightly, it was a miracle that the manga artist was able to mingle with the fans.

He became interested in Ho Xi, and on the stage, Masako Natsukawa's performance was also unprecedentedly good. Under the gaze of so many people, she did not make a single mistake, and her delicate face and sweet singing voice caused bursts of applause under the stage.

In particular, some young people who didn't come for her also applauded and took out their mobile phones to secretly photograph her.

"Uh-huh!" Masako Natsukawa was smug in her heart, and after tonight, her fans would increase again. The media and newspapers will tout her, the company will pay more attention to her, and perhaps it won't be long before she becomes the new idol of young people in the Far East.

However, just when everything was going well and she sang the last song, Masako Natsukawa felt a trace of rain dripping from her face.

"It's raining!" She was shocked, the weather forecast didn't say it was going to rain, how could this rain be said to fall, what if she got wet?

But fortunately, she successfully sang the last song, and after singing, the rain changed from raindrops to drizzle.

"Hah...... Good ......"

Masako Natsukawa screamed thrilling, and her performance almost messed up. But soon she was happy again, it was raining, and it was a good thing, the cartoonist's performance was going to be ruined, and he wouldn't let his performance be disgraced.

Masako Natsukawa looked outside the stage, and the audience outside was really in a commotion, some people cursed the weather, and many more people also looked restless.

But at this time, Fukuyama suddenly walked on the stage, he took the microphone and said: "Everyone, don't be impatient, what a pity that the teacher has a message, he will arrive soon, and he will not break his promise." ”

His words stunned Masako Natsukawa.

"That cartoonist is crazy!"

It's raining now, and if it's raining, can you perform in the open air? And even if they could, would those readers be willing to wait in the rain?

Outside Ueno Park, a taxi pulled up.

"It's raining again, it's really unlucky...... Meng Shu got out of the car, he handed a document bag to Shen Jie, and advised: "I'll run over first, you can take a good look at these things, especially this manuscript, don't get wet!" ”

Shen Jie nodded, she took out a plastic bag to wrap the documents, and said, "Meng Huo, don't worry, I won't let your comics get wet even if I try my best!" ”

The two-week trip had brought her and Meng Shu a lot closer, and Shen Jie was very happy that Meng Shu would hand over such an important document to her for safekeeping.

She knew that the comic in the Dao was very important, this was a new work prepared by Meng Shu during his travels, and according to him, this work had the potential to reduce the channel gap between Phoenix and Zhongxia Company, which means that this comic was a key comic that could open up the market for Phoenix Company.

"Meng is really a workaholic......"

Looking at the back of Meng Shu leaving, Shen Jie thought sweetly in her heart, but she witnessed the birth of this sea-centered comic, which also represented the memories of this trip in her heart.

"Auntie, Miss Keiko, let's go over too!"

Carefully put away the original manuscript of the comics, Shen Jie turned to Li Qin and said to them. No one would want to miss Meng Huo's last performance in the Far East, and Shen Jie was looking forward to the appearance of that piano piece in her heart.

But she was a little worried, Meng Shu hadn't played the piano for a long time, and Shen Jie hadn't seen him practice during his travels, could he play well in front of so many people?

"What kind of piano music is ......?"

Keiko Yoshida held up the umbrella, Shen Jie supported Li Qin, who was motion sick, and the three of them walked towards the square together.

At this time, the square was drizzling, and some of the audience who had originally come to see Masako Yoshida singing found the weather and turned to leave. And those who saw the leaflets coming in also left one after another, and only a few people who did not know the truth stayed out of curiosity.

But even if these people left, there were still two thousand people left in the square, densely packed, everyone waited quietly, some camera crews wiped the rain in front of the camera, and soon, like a huge thunder in the rain, the crowd suddenly cheered.

"What a pity for the teacher!"

The camera hurriedly turned the camera on, and the crowd gradually separated, revealing the figure of a teenager.

"That cartoonist ......" Masako Natsukawa's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Why is he younger than me!" (To be continued......)