Chapter 17 Conditions and Pressure

"What's the relationship?" Shen Xin asked puzzled.

"This has something to do with the selection criteria for the 'Newcomer Award'." Yan Yu took a sip of coffee, "There are four conditions for the selection of the Newcomer Award, one of which is that the entries must have published more than 30 episodes, and a single volume must be published. "

"30 episodes? Well, if it's a monthly magazine, it's really impossible." Shen Xin nodded. The monthly magazine can only publish up to 12 episodes a year. "Then what about the next three conditions?"

"The works selected each year must be published from June of the current year to June of the next year. In addition, before this time period, the cartoonist has not published a long comic, and the cartoonist is under the age of 30."

"That is to say, even if there are collaborators, cartoonists can participate in the selection, right?" Shen Xin asked.

"That's right."

"Chen Zijiao is also qualified?" Shen Xin said again.

Yan Yan nodded.

Shen Xin frowned. Chen Zijiao's strength in "Weekly Dreamer" is already very good. If he wants to beat him, he needs to choose the comics for reference. Now he has added Ye Hexu... "Punishment" did not meet the selection criteria due to the number of journals. But no one dared to guarantee that Ye Hexu would not launch new works in the remaining months.

Yan Fang saw that Shen Xin had something on his mind, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The prize money for the 'Newcomer Award' is not much, but for cartoonists, the Newcomer King is a very important award, because most people only have A chance to win an award. If you can win the 'Newcomer Award', it will be of great benefit to your future development. I don't think you want to stay in "Weekly New World" for the rest of your life, do you?"

"Ah? Sister Yan, this is the first time I've seen an editor push his author to another magazine." Shen Xin laughed.

"Of course I don't want you to leave, but cartoonists are animals looking for dreams. If it's District 11, this dream is called "Weekly Leap". In Huaxia, dreams are the 'three major magazines'. If you can Winning the 'Rookie King', the 'Three Major Journals' will definitely throw an olive branch." Yan Yu's eyes sparkled, and he was very confident in Shen Xin.

"However, the opponent is very strong. I can't guarantee that I can win against Chen Zijiao. If Ye Hexu also draws a cartoon before the end of the year, the election will be difficult." Shen Xin sighed.

"By the way, what about the name you mentioned on the phone earlier?" Yan Qu asked.

Shen Xin shook her head again and again, clutching the shoulder bag next to her seat tightly, "No, the new name can't compare with Su Han's two scripts... It's far behind. After I go back, reconsider it? Sorry."

Originally, Shen Xin had some confidence in his name, but after reading the cartoons of Ye Hexu and Chen Zijiao, he can be sure that this name has no chance of winning against these two works.

"Uh...that's it." Yan Fang was also a little frustrated, but then he thought of something else, and took out a thick stack of reader questionnaires from his satchel, "The questionnaire survey came out, and the voting rate of "Equation of Love" is One of the highest-voted short comics in New World history, more than I could have imagined."

"Eh... so high?" Shen Xin blinked, "Is it a wrong count?"

"My first thought was the same as yours, so I found hundreds of questionnaires and wanted to know the reasons for them. As a result, guess what?"

Shen Xin shook her head, he is not Kindaichi, how could he know what the readers would write in the questionnaire.

"You can read it yourself?" Yan Yu handed the reader questionnaire to Shen Xin.

It is impossible for readers to vote for "Equation of Love", but readers who voted left a few words more or less.

"It's been a long time since I've read a cartoon like this, and I feel a few years younger again."

"It seems that I have found my first love again.

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"Oops, isn't that what I used to do? How does the author know? (Laughs)"

"I'm going to graduate soon, I feel a little sad when I read this cartoon..."

"Next year, I don't know if I will have a chance to confess my love to him..."

...

He took another look at the age composition, most of them were between 15 and 25 years old, and the ratio of male to female was relatively balanced, with slightly more boys than girls, which is rare in juvenile comics.

"Hey, Sister Yan...this is..." Shen Xin roughly flipped through it, her face a little embarrassed.

"Readers have found resonance...although it is accidental, there are two types of people who are very interested in your comics. One is people who have graduated, and when they see this comic, they feel the same way; For high school students, they may yearn for or be saddened by this comic, but no matter how they say it, they will have a part of the intersection with the content of the comic. This comic has a certain sense of reality." Yan Kun explained .

Huh?

Shen Xin scratched her head in embarrassment, feeling like a blind cat caught a dead mouse.

Before drawing comics, he never thought about this effect.

"I suggest that if possible, the style of serialized comics should be similar to it. Maybe it can create a comic that is no less than "Shaky"." Yan Kun said seriously.

"Ah? Still want to draw this type?" Shen Xin frowned twice.

He doesn't agree with "love".

"That's right, you should also want to win the Newcomer Award, right?" Yan Yu asked.

"That's right."

As Yan Yan said, if he really won the Newcomer Award, his path in comics might be much smoother.

This time, I can't even think about comics that don't use the earth.

"By the way, as for the coloring page, it's still the condition we agreed before. You must hand over a name that can maximize the advantages of the coloring manga." Yan Kun said seriously.

"I see."

Shen Xin sighed in her heart, even if it is Wen Chaogong, it seems that it is not so easy.

After bidding farewell to Yan Kun, Shen Xin's mind was in a mess.

When I got home, Xi Muzhen hadn't come back yet, Shen Xin washed her hands, and today I can make the egg fried rice that I have been training for a long time, so that the little girl can learn a lot.

Shen Xin was busy until eight o'clock, when she was done.

Looking at the golden frangipani mixed in the rice, he felt a little proud in his heart.

In the entrance examination of Totsuki Academy, Xingping Chuangzhen, the egg fried rice he cooked was nothing more than this, right?

Shen Xin picked up the spoon, took a bite, and spit out the rice the next moment.

"Bah bah, it's so salty... No, it's because the salt wasn't mixed well. Why did it fail again, it's obviously delicious." Shen Xin looked crazy.

Such salty egg fried rice must not be seen by Xi Muzhen, otherwise, the image he has built for so long will be completely gone.

"Brother Xin, what are you doing?"

"what?"

Shen Xin turned around quickly, and Xi Muzhen was looking at him curiously, holding a white zip-top bag.