reborn in america

Chapter 10

Although it is only June, the summer heat is already unstoppable. As soon as the sun rises, the heat will roll in, especially in rooms without air conditioning, which will almost roast people to pieces.Fortunately, the damn class is finally over, and Adam doesn't have to go to school all day to sweat, and Adam finally has enough time to continue his comic career.

Although he admits that the comic "Druid" has no technical content, and even has the shadow of a youth soap opera, but it is enough to think of the huge benefits behind this comic and as his own test of the water.

"Hey! Bro, is there anything I can do for you? You know I'm ready anytime." Brett walked over and said with great loyalty, patting his chest.

"No, thank you." Adam looked up at him and said.

Brett managed to let go of his elder brother's dignity and please the younger brother who controls the fate of the family. Unexpectedly, he pushed him back with such a sentence. The courage he had summoned up seemed to be pierced by a needle, and it was instantly deflated. Head rolled back to the hall to watch TV.

Since the end of the semester, Brett has been idle. Although he is occasionally called to some parties, he still stays at home most of the time, and seems to have nothing to do.

"I think you might want a box of ice cream. In such hot weather, having some cold drinks can cool you down." Less than 10 minutes later, Brett walked in again and said.

"Thank you, just put it aside." Adam didn't look up this time, and continued his comic work with his head buried. It has to be said that the pressure to complete all the comic work by himself is still very high.

……

When Brett appeared for the fifth time, Adam only felt that the blood vessels in his forehead were throbbing and were about to burst. He held back his anger and tried to keep himself calm and said: "Brett, I know you want to help, But what I need most right now is quiet, quiet! ok?"

"Ah? Okay, okay." Before he could say anything, Brett was frightened by Adam's red eyes and the anger that filled them. He could only nod his head and back away in a daze. Not here to help, he just wanted something from the room.

By the time Adam Yu put down his paintbrush and moved his sore neck, it was already getting late. He walked out to have dinner with his family, and then his mother went to the evening shift as usual. The only difference was that the task of taking care of his sister belonged to Adam, now belonged to Brett.

Perhaps because of the misunderstanding during the day, the two of them felt awkward for a while.Well, the embarrassing thing is that Brett has accumulated so many years of brother's prestige, because Adam somehow became a cartoonist and took charge of the future destiny of the Baker family, and he was eight points shorter. He was a little at a loss for a while.

Adam, on the other hand, was originally an otaku. He was not good at words, and he would not talk when he could not talk. Naturally, he would not deliberately bring up any topics. As for Michelle, since her father passed away, there is no one with whom she has the best relationship and the most sympathetic relationship at home. That person also became extremely silent, so the dinner was rare and peaceful.

But Adam didn't take it too seriously. After all, as a newcomer cartoonist, and the comics were selected into weekly magazines like the MV Comics Exhibition Hall, the pressure was extremely high, so there was no time to worry about other things.After dinner, he didn't take much rest, so he went back to his room. He needed to reorganize the following plot, and then sorted out a detailed outline.

Superhero comics basically have one plot and one opponent, and there is little relationship between each other. In other words, the main plot is relatively poor, and there are few outstanding ones. The plots are often changed arbitrarily due to sales, resulting in discontinuity. In the end, it completely collapsed, waited until it fell to the bottom, finished it in a hurry, and then restarted.

But Adam didn't want this. He paid more attention to logic and completeness, so the plot he arranged had an obvious main line, and all the stories developed around the main line, step by step.

But if you do this, it will be a lot of trouble, and you need more energy to correct and adjust, so that the plot can always follow the main line without deviating from it.

He was busy until the early hours of the morning, and he didn't know whether he drank too much coffee or used his brain too much. Brett was already sleeping like a dead pig behind him, but Adam's head was extremely clear.He walked out of the room, the temperature was a little cool after nightfall, but the air was very good, he opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths, feeling that his lungs were soaked in the coolness.

The swing set in the backyard was made by my father Baker Sr. It has been many years and the paint is a little faded, but it is still very strong.Adam hasn't sat down since time travel, but he has been pushed by his sister Michelle a few times. This night, it was a coincidence that he had the urge to sit down.

He sat on the swing, tucked his feet slightly, and swayed gently on it, thinking about his last life and this not-so-long life. Tomorrow is when his first work "Druid" will be published. I always thought that I would be very calm, but obviously this is not the case.

He was very worried, worried about whether American teenagers would like the works created by himself as a counterfeit, worried about whether the plot he described based on his memory and the American campus culture he had experienced in a few months was reasonable, and whether there would be deviations. After all, this work carries not only his own ambitions, but also the possible development of the Baker family represented by his body.

"Hey, Adam." Just as he looked down, he heard a soft call, and he looked up to see his mother, Catherine.

Adam looked up at his mother who was supposed to be asleep in surprise, and said, "Hey! Why did you come out?"

Catherine walked up to him, looked at him and said with a smile, "Would you mind giving me half?"

"Of course, of course I don't mind." Adam was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and moved his butt to the right, giving way to half of the swing position.

After sitting down, Catherine put her right hand on Adam's shoulder, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Is it because of tomorrow's magazine?"

"Maybe..." Adam didn't expect him to see it right away. He thought that Catherine was so busy these days that she simply forgot that the first issue of "Druid" would be released tomorrow.

"You know, no matter what, you are the best in my heart." Catherine took Adam's head to her shoulders, and leaned her cheek against the top of his head, and said softly, "You have tried your best. Leave it to God, and I'm sure he'll give you the glory you deserve."

Adam didn't answer, but just leaned quietly on Catherine's shoulders. Since he came out of the closet in his previous life, his relationship with his family had deteriorated rapidly. When he passed away, he hadn't contacted his family for many years. He always missed the family that he had given him. that kind of warmth.

The next day, a new issue of the exhibition hall magazine produced by MV Comic Company followed the footsteps of the postman to Baker's house, and Adam greeted the most unforgettable moment in his life with Brett's loud call.

When he held the first edition of the exhibition hall magazine in June and saw the characters he carefully designed on the cover, his eyes were slightly warmed. He knew that he would remember this moment. This was his first step toward his dream. One step, maybe the road ahead will be muddy and tortuous, but since we are moving forward, we will not look back.