I'm Really a Superstar

The Japanese comics world was in disarray.

The entire industry had been shaken up.

At a small comics magazine publisher, a rookie cartoonist had come for an interview to submit his manuscript.

"Alright, let me see."

"Uh, is it OK?"

"It's not too bad."

"Th-Then can my work get serialized?"

"Ah?"

"Nani?!"

Uh…other than those three lunatics!

Those three cartoonists are simply not human!

Aoi.

Ozawa.

Hatano.

The readers were raising a ruckus.

"This is so slow!"

"Martial King, can you make it?"

Of course, there were some who didn't think that they couldn't do it.

Chaos!

The entire industry could only be described as chaotic!

A lot of cartoonists started coming forward to denounce this trend.

"It was all started by them!"

"The readers have all gone crazy because of them!"

"We cannot allow such disruptive behavior to continue and mess up the industry any further!"

"Everyone, let's boycott this trend together!"

"Right, how can you demand speed when it comes to drawing comics!"

"Those three people are exceptions. No one else can do what they're doing!"

"Bring the comics industry back on track!"

Many cartoonists joined the cause.

Some cartoonists and rookies even held up signs in demonstration outside the entrances of the comics magazine publishers.

On this day, the readers and cartoonists went to war.

The two groups of people were quarreling over their disagreements.

Only then did the readers reluctantly accept their reasoning.

The Japanese cartoonists could finally heave a sigh of relief.

The unhealthy obsession with increasing the weekly release rate finally began to ease off.

…

But right at this critical juncture.

China.

In Zhang Ye's neighborhood.

Zhang Ye, who was coming back from grocery shopping, heard the neighbors talking.

They were two housewives.

"I've got nothing to do at home recently, so I got into watching cartoons."

"Me too, I watched Detective Conan."

"It's pretty good, but I always have to wait for the kids to go to bed before watching."

"Yeah, I'm the same. My child is only seven years old, so I dare not let him watch a cartoon where there's always someone dying. I don't feel that's a good influence on kids."

"Yeah, that's right."

Zhang Ye listened and took it to heart. Right, there are children to consider as well. Whoever said that children cannot contribute to his popularity? Don't look down on these young kids. In an Asian family, the children are the ones who enjoy the most elevated status in a family unit. Every parent sees their child as the center of their world. If your children liked watching something, would you as the parent not watch it together with them? He had to win the hearts of the children and at the same time capture the hearts of their parents!

He returned home.

In the drawing studio, he let out a shout.

"Come on out!"

"Doraemon!"

…

That same night.

Old Wu's parents came over.

While chatting, Li Qinqin laughed and said, "It seems that cartoons are getting pretty popular these days. There are so many people I know watching them."

Wu Zeqing smiled and looked at Zhang Ye. Then she said to her parents, "Did the two of you watch any?"

Wu Changhe harrumphed. "Those things are full of Japanese elements. Who wants to watch it?"

Li Qinqin added, "Right, we still prefer something with our Chinese elements in it."

Right!

Chinese elements!

Zhang Ye stood up and walked off.

The two elders were taken aback.

But soon after, a shout came from the drawing studio upstairs!

"Come on out!"

"Dragon Ball!"

Li Qinqin was dumbfounded. "What happened to him?"

Wu Changhe was bewildered. "Has that kid gone crazy?"

Wu Zeqing just smiled.

…

The next day.

In the morning.

Zhang Ye was woken up by a sound outside.

"Pass it to me, pass it to me!"

"Catch!"

"Shoot it!"

"Hahaha."

Several kids were outside playing basketball.

Zhang Ye's sleepiness instantly disappeared as his eyes lit up. Oh yes, how could I have forgotten about sports comics? The upcoming wave needed the greatest potential, so no details could be missed!

In the drawing studio.

Zhang Ye shouted!

"Come on out!"

"Slam Dunk!"

In the bedroom.

The sound of the basketball game outside did not wake Wu Zeqing up, the sound of Zhang Ye getting out of bed did not wake Wu Zeqing up, but this loud shout of Zhang Ye's woke Wu Zeqing right up!

…

Noon.

It was time for lunch.

Zhang Ye and Old Wu were chatting as they watched television. The topic on TV was touching on the recent wave of cartoons in Japan.

The host was saying, "Japanese cartoons are moving fast and furious these days as the past two months saw the emergence of many exciting works. In the past, almost every genre of Japanese cartoons has had a representative title to call its own, except for the sci-fi genre. The cartoons' influence in the Asian region is widespread and has already triggered a phenomenal amount of discussions."

Eh?

Zhang Ye raised his head, startled.

Except for the sci-fi genre?

There wasn't a national cartoon to represent sci-fi comics in this world?

Hey, how could that be allowed!

This bro has them!

However many you guys want!

Without even finishing lunch, Zhang Ye threw down his chopsticks and hurried upstairs to the drawing studio.

Wu Zeqing knew that he was busy with work, so she didn't stop him.

Soon after, Zhang Ye's loud voice reverberated from upstairs!

"Come on out!"

"Gundam!"The character designs of One Piece were actually inspired by Dragon Ball. Those dotty eyes.