I'm a pirate in Tokyo

Lu Xun once said: The battle really begins after the enthusiasm cools down.

Wu Sheng agreed with this statement.

People always do something based on their curiosity and yearning, but when the thing has no results and the process cannot be enjoyed, they will give themselves various reasons to convince themselves to give up.

Drawing comics, or creating this thing, is of course joyful, even blissful, at first.

However, once this happens, from curiosity to exploration, from exploration to output, it depends on human talent and passion.

So from output to maturity, it cannot be achieved by just relying on temporary enthusiasm.

In the past few months, he had picked up books to read whenever he had free time, but compared to the vast number of unfamiliar books in this world, even in a bookstore, what he had read was only a drop in the ocean.

After all, reading a book is not copying and pasting it into the brain. It needs to be understood and appreciated. I don’t know how long it will take to complete the books and comics in this world.

However, Hu Shi also really said that if you are afraid of endless truth, you will be happy every inch you advance.

His life has entered a stable period. It is not easy, but it is not particularly busy. It has been several months since he came to this world, and now he has adapted to the student life in District 11. And because of Wu Sheng's special background: [Both parents are dead], and his grades have recently risen sharply and stabilized in the top 10 of the grade, he can even arrange what he does during class time as he likes.

Although having to attend half-day classes every Saturday is a bit painful, he has a 996 foundation, and attending half-day classes is just a matter of coming to school to read comics.

Wu Sheng listened to the bell ringing and put the comics into his schoolbag with satisfaction.

His life in his previous life had been very busy, perhaps because he was too anxious, perhaps because he had lost his life goals, or perhaps because he had no dreams for a long time and felt that his life had lost its meaning.

He had insomnia for a time, and during the five months of insomnia, he tried many methods and developed many hobbies. For example, he went to the gym to try to tire himself out, tried to anesthetize himself with alcohol, or read books, but none of them had any effect. He still lay in bed tossing and turning until dawn.

At first he tried to use books to hypnotize him, but after buying more than ten cute books with exquisite packaging, he became even more out of control. After losing the healthy hobby of football after college, he found the hope of life again. Fun: Collecting books and magazines.

He started buying books like crazy. If he saw a foreign architectural design or photography book with a gorgeous cover online, it didn’t matter how heavy the book was, whether it could fit into the bookshelf at home, or whether it was sold in China. He must buy it.

Slowly, "Science Fiction Architectural Design Grand View", World Photography Magazine, Neruda Poetry Collection, hardcover original editions of Hemingway novels, etc., and even ancient thread-bound books that have been buried in the ground are piled up, because they are the only ones nowadays. Some of the books are purely handmade, so even if they are old and old, they appear particularly elegant and full of charm.

But Wu Sheng didn't have time to read when buying books, so in the end, he only bought books with exquisite covers. It seemed that as long as he bought the books, touched the elegant covers and smelled the fragrance, he absorbed the spiritual food inside.

Now as a freshman in high school, he finally has a lot of time to read books, feel the beauty of knowledge, and experience the excitement of the fantasy world.

"Sure enough, only when virtuosity, deep emotion and good fortune come together in extremely rare circumstances, can an artist - not only a painter but also an author - create beauty..." he murmured to himself This is a famous quote from a British novelist that I liked in my previous life.

"What beauty?" Luffy poked his head out from behind him.

Wu Sheng's whole body trembled and he almost jumped up. He pushed Luffy's head away dissatisfied: "Why are you here?"

There was no class this afternoon, and because the restaurant was full on weekends, he and Sanji were going to GM Tokyo directly after school to help. Therefore, their small group had no activities on the weekend unless there were special circumstances.

"Zoron and I decided to go to the Sin World to exercise today, will you go?" Luffy said with a smile, turning around and waving to Nami on the other side of the classroom.

He knew that Wu Sheng and Nami both had their own things to do, unlike him, who had no worries about food and clothing, so he didn't drag them along, but asked for their opinions.

What Bucky said not only put pressure on Wu Sheng, but also had an impact on Luffy and the others.

"I have to go to GM Tokyo to help in the afternoon, so I won't go. Please pay attention to safety, wear a mask, don't force yourself, and keep an eye on Zoro and don't let him get lost." Wu Sheng stood up and stretched.

The two were talking about Cao Cao when they saw "Cao Cao" standing at the door of his classroom with a canvas sword bag on his back, yawning: "Are Takeda and Nami going too?" But he was too excited to study his new talent last night. The specific effect is that you can only react when it is dawn and go to bed.

"Where are you going?" Nami came over. She was distracted thinking about today's manga draft and didn't hear what Luffy said.

"The Realm of Sin." Zoro saw that they seemed to be chatting, so he also walked in.

Nami touched her chin and thought for a while, then looked at Wu Sheng: "Will Takeda go?"

"I'm not going. I'll go to the store with Sanji soon. There are a lot of things on the weekend, so I have to go there and prepare in advance." Wu Sheng picked up his schoolbag and refused with a look on his face, but in his heart he thought that he could have two meals from the chef today. Special meal, a smile accidentally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Wu Sheng refused to go, she quickly made a decision: "Then I'll go. The two of you are going, I feel a little uneasy..." After saying that, she glanced at Sauron specifically and looked at the meaning. She won't go if she wins.

"Hey, why are you worried? Is there something wrong with Luffy and me?" Zoro felt that Nami had been targeting him since he came out of the Crow Palace. Wasn't it just because he couldn't train to save her?

By then Takeda had already finished, and there was no point in me getting up. Be sensible, woman!

"Hahaha, it's great that Nami is here! I'm really not used to traveling without that acceleration buff." Luffy put his arm around Zoro's shoulders, not paying attention to the conversation between the two, and clenched his right hand and raised it high: "Let's go! We will upgrade to three levels in a row today! Overtake Takeda! Let him be at the bottom!"

The classmates in the class looked over with strange eyes. They probably thought they were going to an Internet cafe to play games.

Wu Sheng followed the three people noisily to the door of the light music club activity room, and saw Sanji waiting for him at the door.

He left the three of them in the activity room to get their equipment, and told them to call them anytime if anything happened, before waving goodbye.

The two came to the restaurant, and after having a satisfying meal of French pizza, the "staff meal" specially left for them by Chef Renzi, they started to work.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the afternoon sun was shining slantly into the restaurant, blooming soft and warm light through the white gauze curtains. Some people were chatting while working, while others were working and humming songs, creating a harmonious scene. In this atmosphere, the corners of everyone's mouths curled up unconsciously.

This should have been a normal weekend, normal business, normal sending off of the last batch of customers, normal going home.

Sudden.

"Bang!" "Ping!" A dull crisp sound and the sound of shattering plates resounded in the restaurant.

Sanji, who was the closest, reacted instantly and went over to see if someone had accidentally fallen. As soon as he walked around the bar, he found that the lady in charge of snacks, Moe, was lying on the ground with a broken dinner plate in front of her. The fragment must have cut into the palm of her hand when she fell to the ground, and it was bleeding.

But even after receiving such an injury, she still lay on the ground without saying a word, seemingly unconscious.

"Moe-senpai!" Sanji carefully turned her over, gently removed the broken porcelain pieces on the floor, and then picked her up.

Other people in the restaurant also gathered at this time and looked at the unconscious Moe and let out a series of screams.

"Menghui!" "Put her on the sofa first!" "Call an ambulance quickly!" "Her hand is bleeding! Get a band-aid quickly!"

In the lobby, Meng Hui was lying unconscious on the sofa, and everyone gathered around her, looking at her worriedly.

Chef Renzi probed her forehead: "The temperature on her forehead is very high! She must have a fever!"

On the other side, Miss Kuzumi, the sommelier, was skillfully putting a band-aid on the wound on Moe's hand and tying a bandage.

"Call an ambulance. You can't fall unconscious like this if you have a fever. Go to the hospital." Ohana decisively took out her mobile phone and dialed the emergency number.

Then he looked around and arranged: "Takeda, Jiuzhu, you two go with me, and the others continue to prepare hard in the store. It is also full today, so we cannot delay the business. We will come back as soon as we confirm that everything is fine!"

Finally, he looked at Chef Renzi and lobby manager Kyōno and said, "I'll leave the kitchen to you."

Chef Lunzi calmed down, pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Don't worry."

Although Kyōno was not very relieved, there were already three people there at the moment, and a backbone had to be left in the lobby and kitchen, so he calmly agreed: "Well, don't come back in a hurry and ask the doctor what's going on."

"Don't worry, master! It will definitely come in time." Sanji said firmly.

......

hospital.

Takekatsu and Kusumi were sitting outside the ward, and sous chef Ohana was inside understanding Moe's condition with the doctor.

Ms. Kuzumi seemed a little uneasy. After sitting for a while, she stood up and took two steps. Then she sat down again and shook her legs anxiously. Then she stood up and took two steps again. The cycle repeated...

"Don't worry, it will definitely be fine." Wu Sheng saw her extremely worried look, stood up and comforted her.

"Yeah." Kuzhu's mouth moved slightly, trying to smile in relief, but he didn't laugh. He sat down uneasily, looking at Ohana who was communicating with the doctor in the ward from time to time.

Wu Sheng saw that she was still panicked, so he took the initiative to bring up the topic: "Miss Kuzumi read our comics yesterday and didn't seem to have any opinions yet. What do you think?"

"Very good! The whole story feels very mature, not at all the shonen manga I imagined...I thought it would be more...well...childish." Kuzumi Unexpectedly, Wu Sheng suddenly asked this, and he said it while thinking about it. Later, he felt a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he seemed to feel that his own prejudice was a bit deep, and asked curiously: "Do cartoonists earn a high salary?"

Seeing that it was effective, Wu Sheng explained to her: "It's not bad, a little..."

The two of them chatted about the income of cartoonists outside.

After a while, Ohana and the doctor came out together.

"How is it?" Wu Sheng quickly stopped talking, stood up and asked.

Obana looked serious and handed each of them a mask: "Nothing is wrong with Moe. She will be discharged from the hospital in two days. But the matter is serious..." Obana sighed: "Wait a minute. I’ll call back to the restaurant.”

After that, he walked aside and made a phone call: "Kyono, yes, Moe's condition is stable and there is no danger, but we can't open for the next few days. Please contact the guests who have made reservations from tonight to Tuesday immediately. Cancel the appointment and apologize to them on our behalf.”

Wu Sheng looked at Kusumi in shock, and then looked at Ohana, isn't it because she has a fever? what happened?

"Menghui is infected with noroflu, which is a type of influenza and is highly contagious. Except for the closure of the restaurant, all restaurant staff must wear masks in the past few days and pay attention to their own situation at all times. If something goes wrong, You must seek medical attention immediately." Ohana said seriously while holding the phone. Although he was wearing a mask, Wu Sheng could see the worry in his eyes.

A restaurant chef contracted the flu, which was a big blow to the restaurant.

At this time, the doctor hadn't left yet. He noticed the two people who were confused after listening to Ohana's words. He also explained by the way: "Only patients with symptoms of Noroflu can infect other people. If there are no symptoms, there is no need to worry about it." It infects other people, and its characteristics are basically the same as those of ordinary flu, but it will be more severe than a cold after infection."

"Okay, thank you doctor." The two bowed politely and thanked him.

"Well, you're welcome." The doctor returned the greeting and added, "The patient has woken up. You can go in and see her. Remember to wear a mask. But don't stay too long. She needs to rest now."

"Okay, let's just say a few words to her and leave." At this time, Ohana had finished the phone call and said to them: "I discussed it with Rinzi Kyono and decided to temporarily close the business. Others also told them to go home directly. . Don’t wander around. The incubation period of ‘Noru’ is 24 to 48 hours. It’s best for everyone to stay home during these two days, and remember to wear a mask when going out.”

"Then those of us here should go in and see her, so that she can rest assured and recover." Wu Sheng suggested.

"Yeah." Kuzumi nodded quickly.

"Okay, let's put on a mask and let's go in together." Ohana put on a mask with a depressed look on her face. His only life was cooking, and he was temporarily closed for several days, and he didn't know what to do.

The three of them were about to go in, but Jiuzhu's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID, her face changed, and she quickly picked up: "I'm Jiuzhu, yes, you can come directly to the hospital to pick me up later, and I'll meet you face to face. explain."

"What's wrong? Who is it?" Seeing that she looked wrong, Ohana asked.

"Ah, it's a matter for a food reporter. I left in a hurry and didn't explain some things clearly." Kuzumi was originally a reporter for a food magazine.

"Oh, okay, then Takeda, let's go in." Ohana said to Wu Sheng.

Moe, who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, watched Ohana come in, and quickly pulled up the quilt to cover half of her face. She was still more afraid of Ohana, and apologized in a weak voice: "I'm sorry..."

"Alas..." Seeing her weak look, Ohana reluctantly hesitated, and finally said forcefully: "Protecting one's own body is the basic quality of a chef. You are like this..."

Wu Sheng saw that he still wanted to teach someone a lesson, so he quickly stopped him, and at the same time comforted Moe, telling her to rest assured and take good care of her health, and came out without waiting for Ohana to speak again.

"Takeda! Why did you drag me out?" Obana looked at Wu Sheng dissatisfied: "At this time, we must educate her well so that she will not have such problems again in the future."

"Yes, yes, we have to wait until she recovers before we educate her properly, right? Didn't the doctor say that she needs to have a good rest?" Wu Sheng comforted her and said, as expected, Ohana was just as Sanji said. When it comes to chefs and cooking, the whole People become extremely hard-blooded, and this unique Japanese stubbornness of craftsmen really makes people love and hate them.

"Okay..." Ohana was not stupid, mainly because she couldn't help it. She glanced at Wu Sheng and said that he had to go back to clean up the kitchen and seal up all the ingredients for inspection.

Since the source of Moe's infection is unknown, everything she has come into contact with must wait for testing.

At the same time, he also made an appointment with Renzi and Kyono to discuss how to deal with the follow-up matters.

He wore a mask and took a taxi directly, asking Wu Sheng and Jiuzhu to go home quickly.

"Then let me see you off?" Wu Sheng stood at the door of the hospital wearing a mask. Miss Jiuzhu was in a trance during the walk from the ward to the door, and her face looked very bad. He was a little worried. After all, she had always cared about him. Miss.

"Ah, I have someone to pick you up, no need to send it off." Jiuzhu said quickly.

"Okay, then I'll wait for the bus with you, and then I'll take a taxi back." Wu Sheng guessed that something must have happened, after all, she looked very bad when she just answered the phone.

"Okay, thank you." Jiuzhu smiled at him, feeling that this boy who was a freshman in high school was really considerate, unlike those boys who were in the second year of junior high school, who were so busy that they basically didn't consider other people's feelings.

Wu Sheng accompanied her at the entrance of the hospital and didn't wait long before he saw a black Mercedes-Benz drive over and stop.

In the back seat of the car was a woman with short hair. The window was open. She was wearing an elegant black dress and bright red lipstick. Her facial features were not those of ordinary Asian women. She looked very high-end. Her eyebrows were slightly raised and she had a cold look. The awe-inspiring temperament of the flower of the high mountains emerges.

Seeing the two of them, mainly Miss Kuzumi, the woman's mouth was slightly hooked, and her fair face had a tough aura and an evil aura. He was obviously one position shorter than them in the car, but it gave people a feeling of condescension.

Jiuzhu said goodbye to Wu Sheng and got in the car on the right side.

But Wu Sheng was so stunned that he even forgot to say hello and goodbye to Kuzumi.

because!

The moment the woman smiled evilly at them, Wu Sheng felt that the surrounding space and time suddenly distorted, and time stopped momentarily. A huge red-edged black figure emerged from behind the woman and faced them. Strictly speaking, it was facing Jiuzumi. The lady showed a ferocious smile.

The next second, he broke free from this distortion, and the red-rimmed shadow also disappeared, because the woman had rolled up the window.

Wu Sheng stared at the black car in the distance.

This is the owner of the palace!