I'm a pirate in Tokyo

On the other side, Wu Sheng and Nami have already boarded the tram.

Things went smoothly and his efforts were not in vain. Wu Sheng was also happy and said to Nami next to him: "Ha, it went really well. I will tell you as soon as I receive the news tonight."

There was silence for a while, and Nami did not reply.

He turned around to look, and at this moment the afterglow of the setting sun was quietly clinging to Nami's face, her long eyelashes were shining, and her eyes that were dyed bright orange by the setting sun under her eyelashes were looking into the distance, and her orange hair was also Dyeed with a light red and warm luster, time seems to freeze at this moment.

"Nami? Nami!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Don't be distracted on the tram, otherwise you will pass the station in a blink of an eye." Wu Sheng said with a smile.

"How did things go so smoothly?" Nami answered the question, feeling that today's submission was too smooth.

"We have made so many preparations and worked hard day and night to produce an original drawing of this quality. Why does it not go smoothly? One minute on stage and ten years of hard work off stage."

Nami still felt a little apprehensive listening to his strange but appropriate words.

She originally thought that during this interview, the most they could do would be to ask the editor to give them some opinions on their original painting, and then they would keep revising it, and after a long period of repeated revisions, they would confirm it for publication.

But I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to serialize it immediately.

"I just didn't expect that it would immediately enter the serialization agenda." Nami looked uneasy.

Seeing that she was restless, Wu Sheng quickly comforted her: "You still read too few shounen comics. Go back and read all the comics I put in the light music department. Then you will know how powerful we are. Give us some confidence." for myself!"

"Things are going well. Do you want to have dinner together tonight?" he asked casually.

"No, I have to go back and cook dinner for my sister." Since Aaron solved the problem, her relationship with her sister has returned to the past.

Generally speaking, she goes back after class to prepare dinner, and her sister gets up early to prepare breakfast.

"Okay, remember to mute your phone. I will notify you immediately if there is any news." Wu Sheng said confidently, as if he had confirmed the serialization, "I will get off at the next station and transfer here. Be careful when you go back. oh."

"Okay." Nami looked at the confident Wu Sheng with a complicated expression. This guy usually seemed very cautious and steady, but how could he be so confident in this matter that he was a little arrogant? Are you infected by Luffy's stupidity?

I don’t know at all that even if the work "Death King's Notes" is really not accepted by the Junks of this world, Wu Sheng can still come up with countless stories, and half the world's heritage is condensed in him. This has to be cowardly, so why not? If you mess up, you will lose the face of the public and copy the public.

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【Crime Pirates】

Takeru: @路飞@The target is the Sword Master. Everything goes well.

Orange Kitten: Sigh.JPG

Wu: It seems they are still practicing in the club

Wu: By the way, how much royalties do you think they will give us? 8000 yen per page?

Orange Kitten: Please stop setting up this kind of flag and just be a human being.

Wu: Okay...

Wu: What are you having for dinner tonight?

Orange Kitten:......

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During this time, no matter which area in the bustling Tokyo, it is extremely lively.

Nami got off the station near her home and looked at the setting sun and the people passing by on the roadside.

People have just finished a hard day's work and are rushing home.

On the street, children walking out of the video game store yelled and made a fuss as they headed home. Some fruit and vegetable shops were still open, waiting for those who came home from get off work and liked to cook for themselves. Goods cleared.

"There's something wrong with my youth story." Nami suddenly thought as she was picking tomatoes.

It’s not that it’s not passionate enough, it’s not that it’s not youthful enough, it’s not that it’s not exciting enough.

But something is wrong, how could it develop to this extent?

After shopping for groceries and paying the bills, Nami went home. While thinking about the dishes she was cooking tonight, she continued to complain about herself, which had seemed to be possessed by a demon for more than two weeks:

"I, an ordinary high school girl, am going to become a professional cartoonist?"

"Or should it be serialized in a comic magazine like Shonen Junk Weekly, which most boys read?"

"It's that hateful man who used money to confuse me. His annual income is billions of yen! I was deceived by him as I listened!"

Nami walked with musings, and after a while she walked downstairs, went upstairs to open the door, closed the door, and prepared to put her schoolbag in the room.

However, when she entered her room, she was stunned.

In the room, the desk was cluttered with various tools and ink pens;

There are piles of comics landscape references, comic architecture references and other materials piled next to the desk;

On the other side of the desk, there was a thick pile of scrap manuscripts piled on the floor, with hundreds of them in total.

She suddenly remembered that Wu Sheng had been looking at her right hand today. She raised it and looked at the ink marks and calluses on her hand, and suddenly understood why Wu Sheng had been so calm.

In such a short time and such a large workload, the two of them worked together to complete such a work. Isn't this a perfect manifestation of their ability? Why are you afraid?

She smiled with relief: "Let's go cook."

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At the same time, Shueisha's JUNK Weekly editorial department.

"Chief Editor, our team will add one more work to this serialization meeting."

"Oh? Isn't it settled?"

"Hattori met a pair of new cartoonists today and found a golden egg."

"Golden egg? It's rare to see you say something like this? Have you read the manuscript?"

"I saw it. It was very interesting, very powerful, and very powerful in every sense of the word."

"Oh? You are an old editor too...Bring it to me and take a look."

"it is good!"

......

1 hours later.

"There is indeed something. Okay, let's add it to it. This quarterly serial meeting is finally interesting."

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At this time, Wu Sheng was thinking about how to solve today's dinner.

"Let's eat Chinese food! Go to the family-style Sichuan restaurant not far from my house!"

This Sichuan restaurant is a treasure restaurant he has excavated near Jimbocho in the past few weeks, and it suits his taste quite well.

After all, he is Chinese at heart, and Japanese food pays attention to the original flavor of ingredients and miso, which is relatively light.

Although the staple food of Japanese food is also rice, a set meal is served, including fish, meat, boiled vegetables, pickles, and miso soup. They are colorfully displayed on a dinner plate, which really makes people appetite. It is very good to eat occasionally. .

But if he was asked to eat it every day, Wu Sheng, who was used to eating Chinese food with heavy flavors, really couldn't stand it, and he was really very picky.

Treasure Sichuan Restaurant is not on a busy avenue, but in a small alley. There are surprisingly many signboards on Japanese streets. It is difficult to spot the signboards on the road without looking carefully.

On his way back from the crime world exercise last Thursday night, he met two Chinese-speaking university students who came out for a late-night snack, and then followed them to find him.

The proprietress is from Northeast China and probably learned Sichuan cuisine in a chef school. The taste is indeed very authentic. He has been to other Sichuan restaurants opened by Japanese, and they were either too sweet, too spicy, or not very numb. It seemed that people here didn't like the feeling of numbness.

"Madam boss, let's have a set meal with vine pepper chicken." He spoke Mandarin here.

He didn't bring Luffy or the others here either. This store was like his own little secret base. Here he could speak Mandarin freely, chat with the proprietress, and learn about the Chinese world, allowing him to find a little solace in this foreign country.

At first, Ma Chao was surprised that he could speak Mandarin, but he and Elig used his criminal power and brain development to fool him. After all, he now speaks English very well.

"It's quite early tonight, isn't it?" The proprietress has been in Japan for many years, and the Northeastern taste in her mouth has faded a lot. "The chicken delivered today is just average, and the beef is good. How about a whole plate of boiled meat slices?" She thought Wu Sheng I came to Japan to study in high school. There are many such students in China. Many of them didn't achieve anything well in their studies. They worked in Japan for two years and then returned home in despair.

When it comes to studying, if you don’t do well at home, it will only get worse abroad. Teachers abroad will not take as much effort to take care of you as teachers at home, and your parents are not around. Those who yearn for Japanese-style youth spend a lot of time. When money comes to Japan, with a little temptation, it can fly directly on the spot, and then fall heavily two years later. Of course, those who really get some results are really fierce.

Back to the subject, Wu Sheng usually eats a bowl of noodles here when he comes back from work, and rarely eats her main meal. Wu Sheng hesitated, nodded, replaced the boiled meat slices, and ordered a small portion of peas. Miscellaneous noodles.

After a while, the food came. Wu Sheng opened the meat slices, picked up a full chopstick of bean sprouts, and ate it with a "click". The aroma of the red soup seeped into the bean sprouts, and there were also a few peppercorns and minced garlic mixed in. The freshness and numbness of the bean sprouts and Sichuan peppercorns blend together in your mouth, it’s so refreshing!

Wu Sheng didn't eat either, so he mixed the pea mixed noodles, ate the bean sprouts in the boiled pork slices with the noodles, minced bean paste, and meat. He sighed comfortably, picked up his rice bowl, and slowly started eating meat along with the rice.

At this time, the cell phone he put aside rang, and when he looked at the caller ID, it turned out to be Hattori.

He put down the dishes, took out a paper towel and wiped the red oil on his mouth, and answered the phone.

"Good evening, I'm Takeda Asahi."

"Hello Takeda-kun, I'm Hattori from JUNK. We exchanged phone numbers this afternoon."

"Yeah, we've been waiting for news from you." He said politely, "Hope to hear good news."

"Haha!" Hattori smiled cheerfully on the phone, and it sounded like good news indeed: "It is indeed good news. Our editor-in-chief has included "Death King's Notes" in the serialization meeting the day after tomorrow!"

"Haha, great, Mr. Hattori is really reliable. We were actually a little uneasy before submitting the article." Wu Sheng said happily, and he was also a little nervous.

Hattori humbly replied: "No, no, no, this is your strength. Any editor can push it forward." But he complained in his heart: "I haven't seen you even a little nervous this afternoon, kid."

"Then when can we get the latest news?" Wu Sheng asked.

"At the fastest, there will be news after the meeting the day after tomorrow in the afternoon. If it is slower, it will be in the evening." Hattori replied: "Keep your phone open. I will contact you as soon as there is news."

"Okay, then we will wait for your news."

"Well, that's it, I won't bother you for now and I'll contact you later."

"Okay, bye and thank you again!"

"You're welcome, this is my job. Goodbye."

Wu Sheng hung up the phone and first sent a message to the group: [Involved in the serial meeting! 】

Then after waiting for a while, Luffy and Zoro sent congratulatory messages, but Nami still didn't move. Wu Sheng guessed that she was cooking or busy with other things, so he called her directly.

"Hey! Takeda?" Nami's voice was filled with anticipation.

Wu Sheng didn't waste any time: "It's included in the serial meeting!"

"Ha, really? That's great." Nami replied naturally and happily, her voice soft and calm, not at all like she was worrying about gains and losses in the afternoon.

Wu Sheng was a little strange. This reaction was different from what he imagined, so he quickly asked: "Huh? What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?" She shouldn't be screaming with joy, or even wanting to rush over to hug him and cheer for celebration. ?

"Hehe, I'm so happy, how could I not be happy?" Nami snickered.

She also knows why Wu Sheng is strange, but she should keep her own mental journey a secret~

Could it be that she is the same as Fan Jin who passed the exam? Stupidly happy? Numerous thoughts flashed through Wu Sheng's mind, but he finally gave up, and then told her all the information Hattori told him.

"So whether it will be serialized or not depends on the afternoon after tomorrow?" Nami confirmed.

"Yes, I have to work the day after tomorrow. If it is postponed until night, I may not be able to receive the call, so you can go to the restaurant with me then." Wu Sheng will not delay his part-time job because of this matter. He found that this part-time job was too good: the salary was generous, the work was easy, the leader was kind, the colleagues were friendly, the meals were delicious, and he was occasionally taught some cooking skills.

This is because he didn't mention that he wanted to learn to cook. If he had said that he wanted to learn, those people would probably have worked hard to teach him. This was simply a dream working life in the second dimension, and he couldn't bear to resign. Therefore, he didn't want to disturb everyone by answering the phone while at work.

"Okay, let's go together. I also want to eat Sister Moe's cake!" Sanji would occasionally bring her some new cakes to try out, so she would occasionally go to the store to thank her. "Grand Maison Tokyo "Thank you for your concern.

"OK, then I'll eat first. I also sent a message in the group. You can also go and thank Luffy and Zoro for their congratulations, hahaha."

"no problem!"

Wu Sheng hung up the phone and mustered up his energy. He picked up his rice bowl and started working quickly, finishing the rest of the meal in one go. He paid the bill, said hello to the boss's wife who was busy again, and went home.

"Today's things did go well, but generally speaking, it's still to be expected, hehe." He touched his belly, which was still flat no matter how much he ate during his adolescence, and walked out of the alley.

At this time, Jimbocho is the busiest time at night. The young and wanton college students have finished their study life and are noisily discussing what to eat tonight; nearby residents are also walking on the streets with children or couples; The streets are crowded with migrant workers who go shopping for treasures at the Jimbocho Old Book Street after get off work, as well as tourists who come to the 11th ward.

Wu Sheng strode into the crowd and walked towards the main street of Jimbocho's second-hand bookstore: "I have been busy day and night for a few weeks. Let's give myself a little break tonight to see if I can find anything in this second-hand bookstore in the two-dimensional world. What a good thing, hehehe."

As for what will be gained? It can’t be written here, you know.