I'm a pirate in Tokyo

However, Wu Sheng came to the restaurant, greeted the busy people of "Grand Maison Tokyo" (hereinafter referred to as GM Tokyo), and then went to the dressing room in the back kitchen to change into work clothes and prepare to start a new day's work.

"Takeda-kun, I heard that Sanji said that the manga you and Nami-chan drew was successfully submitted?" Kuzumi Kanana, the sommelier in the store, suddenly asked.

"Hahaha, it's not confirmed yet. Whether it will be serialized will have to wait until tomorrow's serialization meeting to determine." Wu Sheng arranged the knives and forks on his hand neatly, and gently moved the slightly crooked plate. He was talking to Jiuzumi Magazine Together they arranged the dining table in the hall.

Kyōno, the lobby manager on the side, came over, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "It will definitely succeed."

GM Tokyo is not big, and everyone in the open kitchen also heard their conversation. Oka, who was preparing the ingredients, the one who looked like Kimura Takuya, complained loudly at the serving table: "Ah, why is Takeda doing this?" Draw comics? I think you have a talent for being a chef! Why don’t you come and learn to cook from me, it will be very happy!”

Since Wu Sheng was able to handle chores with ease, several chefs tried to get him to start handling ingredients. Wu Sheng now has super memory and learning ability. After training in the criminal world for so long, he has extremely strong hands-on ability, whether it is cutting vegetables. The skills of dicing, or handling seafood such as shells, sea urchins, oysters, and shrimps can be learned immediately after being taught. Once you get started, you will be very proficient immediately, showing excellent learning ability, and they all praised: It is a material for chefs.

"Alright, Master, people can do whatever they want, so don't bother yourself." Sanji grabbed him and ran away.

"Hahaha, Takeda, come on! We will buy it and read it when it is published. Sanji has been here touting it to us for several days, saying that your comic is a masterpiece." Noble Master Aizawa also Smiling and cheering Wu Sheng on, he also laughed at Sanji.

"What? I mean, Nami-san is very good at drawing! But I didn't say that this guy's story is a masterpiece!" Sanji quickly retorted, looking like an old tsundere at first glance.

"Will the results be available tomorrow?" Chef Renzi asked with concern, "Then why don't you just take a day off tomorrow? Now that Arai and Ito are here, the kitchen won't be too busy." She said twice. The individual is a newly recruited apprentice.

"No, no, they are still far behind!" Ohana jumped out and said, "Takeda took a day off yesterday, and the kitchen is in such a mess, do you think it's appropriate?"

"Mr. Ohana!" Chef Renzi said angrily, why does this man always speak regardless of the occasion? What do the two apprentices think when you say this!

Who would have thought that the two young people being criticized on the side also agreed with Ohana's statement: "Yes, yes, what Takeda does seems simple, but you still need to take care of the chef's cooking movements. If he shuttles back and forth in the kitchen to arrange The plate, it’s easy to hit people, and we’re not at the level where he’s able to shuttle freely yet.”

Chef Lunzi has a bad streak, why are you two so unsatisfied?

"It's okay. I don't want to part with the staff meal in the restaurant. I will continue working tomorrow and let Nami, who draws comics with me, answer the phone. Besides, maybe the results will be available in the afternoon?" Wu Sheng also said quickly.

What he said was the truth.

The staff's dinner at this restaurant is really delicious, and the dishes change every day. Among the reasons why he was reluctant to resign, the ultimate employee meal experience accounted for most.

While everyone was chatting, the table had been arranged, the ingredients were prepared, and the chefs were preparing their staff meal tonight.

Wu Sheng was about to start preparing ingredients for the evening when suddenly the cell phone ringing in Wu Sheng's cabinet in the dressing room next door rang.

The club wasn't open yet, so he wiped his hands, hurriedly went over to open the cabinet, picked up his cell phone, and quickly answered:

"Hello."

"Hello, Takeda-kun, I'm Hattori."

"Yeah, Mr. Hattori called, is there something important?"

"Yes, I was in a hurry yesterday and forgot to ask you some questions about your life. Today I suddenly remembered and asked you quickly. I'm really sorry, these should be asked in person, but tomorrow is the serial meeting, so I have no choice but to ask on the phone. You asked." Hattori on the other side of the phone was a little embarrassed. He was so surprised by the two people's works yesterday that he forgot to ask some key questions.

"I see. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I will tell you everything I know."

"Okay, sorry, you are in the first year of high school now, right?"

"Yes."

"I also heard from you yesterday about the specific studies. You two are in the top 10 of your grade, right?"

"Nami is number one in grade, I'm probably in the top ten."

"Okay, so when you draw comics, do you have your parents' consent? Because if your parents don't agree, we can't serialize your manuscript." Hattori asked the question he forgot to ask yesterday.

"Ah..." Wu Sheng, who didn't expect it to be a problem, was stunned. He had almost forgotten that he was a minor.

"Huh? Don't they agree? If that's the case, maybe I can visit them tonight and see if I can convince them? This requires the guardian's consent and signature, otherwise we won't be able to publish it." Hattori listened to his hesitation Without answering, he asked quickly.

"No, well, how should I put it?" Wu Sheng sighed helplessly. It was really embarrassing to talk about this issue: "My parents died in an accident not long ago, and now I am the only one in my family."

"Ah...ah! I'm so sorry! Please have my condolences!" Hattori, who was opposite him, did not expect to receive such an answer. He felt very sorry and apologized quickly, holding the phone and starting to bow non-stop.

Anyway, it was all said and done, Wu Sheng continued: "As for Fukada-san who painted, she is from a single-parent family. Her mother, a policeman, became a vegetative state due to an accident and is now receiving treatment in the hospital. There is only one sister in the family who is two years older than her. , of course her sister supports her."

"!!" Hattori was really shocked now. The amount of information was too much, and he didn't know how to comfort Wu Sheng on the other side of the phone.

It was really hard for him to imagine how two first-year high school students could create such a work in such a painful and stressful environment.

On the other side, Seeing that Hattori was silent, Wu Sheng knew that the amount of information just now was too much and he needed time to accept it, so he continued to speak, trying to be objective and not sensational: "It is because our lives are under great financial pressure, so we draw comics while working part-time. .

I hope to gain a foothold in this world through my own efforts. I also hope to provide a better medical environment for Nami’s mother to see if she can be revived. "As for buying equipment from the criminal world, he will definitely not mention it.

"I understand!" After listening to Wu Sheng's words, Hattori stood up and shouted loudly. He didn't care that everyone in the editorial department looked over. He bowed and said, "I already understand what is contained in "Death King's Notes" ! I will also do my best here!"

"Mr. Hattori, don't get excited. We don't need sympathy. Just do whatever you want. We don't like to compete. We have more confidence in ourselves." Wu Sheng was afraid that he would get excited and use their life experience to lobby. He didn't like to compete. awful.

After listening to Wu Sheng's words, Hattori sighed: "I understand. I will explain it to the team leader. We will not let any factors other than comics judge this matter."

"That's good. Thank you. Do you have any questions?" Wu Sheng asked.

"No, let's do this for today. I will inform you as soon as there is news tomorrow." Hattori said firmly.

"OK, bye."

Wu Sheng hung up the phone and put the phone back in the cabinet.

Then he saw Kanna Kuzumi with reddish eyes behind him, the beautiful and heroic sommelier in the restaurant.

"Ah...it's troublesome." Wu Sheng covered his face with his right hand. Except for Sanji, only Chef Renzi knew about their situation in the restaurant, and no one else knew about it.

Kuzumi quickly smiled awkwardly and explained: "I came to ask you to eat, not to eavesdrop on purpose."

"Yeah, I know. It's okay if Miss Kuzumi knows about it. Please don't tell anyone." Wu Sheng scratched his head and consoled her warmly.

"Absolutely, I...you...Takeda-kun, thank you for your hard work." Kuzumi didn't know what to say, thinking about this boy who was alone in this big city after losing his parents, while maintaining his With excellent studies and working part-time, you have to draw comic strips and think about stories at the same time. How can you have time to rest?

But he still works hard every day, and there is no complaint at all. Even for comic submissions where he is betting all his hopes, he also asks not to use his life experience as a bargaining chip. This is too much courage.

It’s not easy! Thinking of this, looking at Wu Sheng's clear and determined eyes and delicate face, she was so moved that she couldn't help but burst out with maternal instincts, and rushed over to hug Wu Sheng.

"I'll go..." Wu Sheng was stunned, was he so enthusiastic? So he quickly raised his hands to show that he was innocent.

I complained in my heart: "There is such a thing as being accidentally overheard while talking on the phone, but what's going on with this bloody development?"

I had no idea that I had become a saint in the eyes of those around me. And as he gained enlightenment in "Bloody Questions and Answers" and figured it out, his whole temperament improved dramatically, becoming more cheerful and mature. With his delicate and youthful face, his charm increased exponentially.

Even Sanji, who used to get into trouble with him because of Nami, has had a very good attitude recently.

Just as Wu Sheng was complaining, things took a turn for the worse...

After seeing that Miss Kuzumi went to call Wu Sheng for dinner and never came back, Sanji also ran over and asked the two of them to eat quickly.

"!!"

Then Sanji saw another goddess in his heart holding Wu Sheng...

When Wu Sheng saw Sanji, he quickly raised his hands higher, and then made a series of moves with the palms of his hands, signaling him to call them quickly to help him out.

Sanji thought he was telling him to get out, and he couldn't help but feel angry. It was obviously me who came first, Nami too, and Kuzumi-san too. You...why...

Well, Takeda is indeed quite good, and he really doesn’t have that interest in Nami.

It turns out that I like Miss Kuzumi, so it’s not unfair for me to lose to him...

In a few seconds, Sanji, who was thinking for a while, suddenly realized it. He nodded to Wu Sheng, gave a thumbs up, and then said OK, and then left without saying a word!

"Fake!" Wu Sheng was drunk, and his thoughts were too scary.

In fact, Miss Jiuzhu had already recovered from her illness by this time.

However, it was so shameful for me to suddenly rush over and hug a 16-year-old male high school student! She had no idea how to untie this knot, and her pretty face was buried in Wu Sheng's shoulder and turned red.

Wu Sheng saw that the young lady's ears were red and she was still refusing to let go. He reluctantly put down his hand, hugged her gently and said, "It's okay."

It is only right to give her a step down quickly: "My father said that he hopes that when I grow up, I can become the savior of the desperate and unfortunate, and defeat all difficulties and fears. Even if he leaves me one day, It will also turn into a ghost and guide me on the road ahead.”

......

The locker room was silent.

"Fake! Fake! What the hell did I say?!" After Wu Sheng finished speaking, he realized that he had suffered from the second grade disease again. His father had never said such a second grade thing in his two lives, okay! Could it be that a person's emotional intelligence will deteriorate when he returns to 16 years old?

Let’s take a look at another player on the field:

Kuzumi froze for a moment after being hugged by him, and then when he heard him saying the words his father once said in his ear, he felt... moved to the point of laughing out loud.

"Pfft! Hahahaha..." She laughed and let go of Wu Sheng, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile in her eyes: "It's good to be young. Please don't say such things in the future, otherwise everyone will I will think you are a chuunibyou, Takeda-kun, you can definitely do it, I believe you. But if you need help, please come to me at any time, I will definitely help you."

Then he turned around and went out, out, out.

"Fake, your mature image is completely ruined. What the hell are you talking about? Is it because General Ma has been talking about his fear of defeating himself recently?" Wu Sheng covered his face with his right hand, unable to believe himself. He actually said something so stupid: "I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die..."

He also didn't want to think about it. Ever since he awakened his will to resist, has he still spoken less? He talks endlessly, thanks to Ma Mengqi...

Sanji's call for him to eat came out again. After a while, Wu Sheng's response to Sanji was heard in the locker room: "Fake Squid."

Then Wu Sheng recalled the young lady's last gentle instructions and couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "Did I succeed in flirting with the girl?"

He couldn't help but stand still and began to think about some things that were not there. The hormones of a 16-year-old boy were really an unsolvable worry.