One day, the teacher found Fujino, hoping that she could leave a column for Keimoto, a child who doesn't go to school and draws cartoons at home. Fujino was not happy, but he agreed. She said that a weak person who can't even go to school can really draw cartoons?

As soon as the news of that year was published, Fujino was shocked by Keimoto's cartoons. After reading it, a classmate said that compared with the cartoons in Kyoto, Fujino's is also very general. Recalling the praise of those classmates, teachers and family members, the word "ordinary" made Fujino feel like a sore throat. Fujino met her opponent for the first time in her life, and she would never allow anyone who painted better than her to exist in that year.

She studied painting seriously, searched online for ways to improve, went to the bookstore to buy sketch books, and practiced hard at her desk. There is no shortcut on the way forward. Fujino spent almost all his energy on painting, in the classroom, at home, in the library, in the classroom and in the wild.

She painted over and over again. It's finally time for the school year news release. I have tried, and the level of painting has long been different, but the cartoons in Kyoto are better. Fujino was a little depressed and gave up comics. She joined a karate club, went to school with friends and spent more time with her family. Soon, she became a shining star in the crowd again.

In a blink of an eye, the sixth grade was over, and the teacher asked her to send her diploma to Keimoto's home. Fujino didn't want to do this, but he still couldn't resist the teacher's request.

When I came to my home in Kyoto, Fujino froze. The empty house makes the corridor look extraordinarily long. On both sides is a thick stack of exercise books, full of paintings. As long as you look at Fujino, you will understand that this pile of homework is an insurmountable mountain between yourself and Kyoto. She walked across the corridor with a white face, but she was so strong and still unconvinced. At this time, she saw the familiar mirror paper, so with a little jealousy and admiration, she drew a four-grid picture.

"Don't come out, don't come out, don't come out of the room."

"Come out, come out, come out of the room at once."

The finals of the World Professional Baseball Series are in full swing in China.

At present, the number one player is our Kyoto player!

The squatting player at home, Keimoto, has turned into a pile of bones in the room at this time.

Fujino doesn't understand what he is doing in other people's homes. But it was this absence that the mirror paper slipped from my hand and floated in through the closed door at the end of the corridor. Fujino put down his diploma shyly and ran. Not far from the house, a young girl ran out of the room. "Teacher Fujino!"

Fujino turned around in confusion. It's Keimoto. Kyoto took a deep breath, her eyes didn't dare to look at her, and she was trembling. I've been reading Mr. Fujino's cartoons since the third grade, and I'm stuttering. Kyoto bowed his head, and then tried his best to say that sentence. "I am a fan of Jing Ben's teacher! Please give me your signature! " Then I remembered that I didn't even bring my notebook, and I said in a panic that it would be good to sign it on my back.

In the face of Kyoto, which is extremely blushing, Fujino is very calm. When signing, Inomoto counted Fujino's works one by one. In the third and fourth grades, the works of each period can surprise her. In the fifth grade, Mr. Fujino's cartoons made rapid progress, and both painting skills and stories were getting better and better. Call Mr Fujino a genius. "But why ... why, in the sixth grade ... you stopped drawing four-square cartoons ...? "

Fujino still said with a straight face that it was because he was going to take part in the comic book award, and he deliberately stopped to go further. Hearing the comic book award, Jing Ben kept shouting excitedly and wanted to see it. Fujino said that he has almost conceived it, just painted it. While pretending not to care, she observed carefully and found that Keimoto seemed to really like her work and promised to show it to her after painting. Jing Ben smiled happily.

The rain began to tick, and Fujino said goodbye. Walking, she secretly turned back, and Kyoto was still standing and waving. The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and Fujino's stride is getting bigger and bigger. That indescribable joy made her jump in the rain, as if she were dancing.

Fujino picked up the brush again and began to draw cartoons. This time it's different. Keimoto has become her assistant. In this way, they painted, from day to night, from winter to summer, a year passed unconsciously.