In order to draw manga, I acted all over the world

take off your clothes—

Bugarati was stunned for two seconds, until Oda Kazuyuki wanted to untie his collar, he came back to his senses, and quickly pressed Oda Kazuyuki's hand.

"no!"

"I'll just take a look, and I won't do anything to you!"

Oda Kazuyuki was louder and more confident than his refusal.

Bugarati choked, if Oda Kazuyuki didn't have any other meaning in his eyes, he almost thought he was being harassed.

"Just looking at it doesn't work." Bugarati refused again.

"I can pay," Oda Kazuyuki said loudly, "[-] million lire!"

Bugarati's expression was shaken for a moment, and Oda Kazuyuki took this opportunity to shout: "Two hundred million!"

He looked at Bucciarati with a sense of urgency. Bucgarati took a deep breath and shouted back louder than him: "It's not about money or not!"

Not to mention whether he can take out [-] million yuan, even if he can take it out, spending such a large sum of money just to look at his body?

Bugarati doesn't think he's that attractive.

There must be something wrong. After Bugarati finished yelling, he found that the boy in front of him looked at him more persistently.

Oda Kazuyuki shouted with the vigor of not giving up until he reached his goal: "[-] million! If it doesn't work, I can add more—uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Bugarati covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Don't mention this again!"

He spoke so loudly just now, many people have already noticed, if it wasn't for the fear of Bucciarati's presence, the boy would be taken away by now.

Buccarati looked at the people who were watching them secretly, and quickly pulled Oda Kazuko away.

Oda Kazuyuki let Bugarati hold his hand, he took a few steps behind and began to observe Bugarati's posture and pace.

Bugarati took big strides when he walked, and the white suit clings to his body as he moves, outlining a nearly perfect waistline.

His back is also extraordinarily straight, with a slight protrusion at the butterfly bone. Oda Kazuyuki put his hand on it, and felt the unexpected softness of the slight depression under the butterfly bone, just like him, firm yet soft, gentle yet principled .

Bugarati felt his movement, and stopped in an instant. Oda Kazuyuki didn't stop for a moment, and hit him directly.

Bugarati stabilized his shoulders and snapped, "Don't make such rude requests to people."

Oda Kazuyuki opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Bugarati said, "You can't even spend money!"

This is so easy to misunderstand!

If it were someone else here, Bugarati didn't think they could refuse his request.

Bugarati has seen tourists from all over the world, but few of them can be as beautiful as the boy in front of him across genders and races. His pair of blue peach eyes are extremely attractive, and his silver hair still shines even in the absence of sunlight. Bright, as if God is showing off his best masterpiece.

Oda Kazuyuki was a little inexplicable by his training: "I don't know how to spend money to watch other people..."

Buccarati continued to teach: "Also, don't just rip other people's clothes."

"It's not casual," Oda Kazuyuki stared at him, hoping that he could see the sincerity in his eyes, "You are different, except for you, I will not make such a request to anyone."

He just wants to observe the main character and is not interested in other people at all.

Bugarati paused with a serious expression, and then said firmly: "It won't work for me either!"

What "will not spend money to see others" "you are different", this guy did not learn Italian well?Just say things that are misleading.

Bugarati suddenly felt uncomfortable when he saw that his eyes were following her all the time.

Before today, Bucciarati had never bothered about his body, not to say that no one had made excessive demands on him, but those people had been severely repaired by him.

However, the young man in front of him is different, he has no other thoughts at all, he said to look at his body, maybe he really just looked at it...

His persistence moved Bugarati a little bit, why not... agree to him?

no!This idea was snuffed out by Bugarati as soon as it came up. What if he had more excessive demands after reading it?

Bugarati coughed and asked, "Why do you make such a request?"

"The proportions are perfect," Oda Kazuyuki said.

He wasn't going to reveal his identity as a cartoonist, and he wasn't lying, Bucciarati's body was indeed more perfect and more attractive than the model he had copied in the art room before. "Just because of this?" Bugarati was stunned.

"So let me see," Oda Kazuyuki said with burning eyes, "Just take off your shirt!"

Bugarati: "..."

He changed the subject bluntly: "You should go, give me the address for the evening meeting, and I will go there by myself."

Because of their conversation just now, many people followed and hid in the dark to peep.

Their hiding technique is not very clever, Oda Kazuyuki also found out, "But I have to go back to the restaurant and wait for my friends."

Bugarati said: "You can go to other places to wait, turn right at the front intersection, and the coffee in the third shop is very good."

Oda Kazuyuki ordered an iced latte in the restaurant just now, but he didn't expect Bugarati to notice it while just talking.

Oda Kazuyuki nodded: "Okay, see you that night."

He wrote to Buccarati where he met Gin: "Don't take your team members there."

Although Tobio will only appear as a BOSS assistant tonight, Diablo has an almost morbid obsession with hiding his identity. Oda Kazuyuki is very worried that he will kill the person who met Tobio this time. Light.

Neither Oda nor Yuki had anything to prove his identity, so Bugarati chose to believe him. He didn't want to kill all of Bugarati's teammates.

Bugarati didn't ask why, but just glanced at the address and folded the note away.

Oda Kazuyuki waved goodbye, and when he walked away, there were vague cries of pain and begging for mercy from the same place.

Wanting to see how Bugarati fought, Oda Kazuyuki hesitated, but he thought that if he went back like this, maybe Bugarati would be angry, so he had better find a place to wait for Tobio.

Oda Kazuyuki strolled to the shop recommended by Bugarati, and sat a boy in a rose-red open-chest dress in front of an open-air table. It looks good to poke.

Oda Kazuyuki couldn't help moving his fingers, the boy noticed his gaze, raised his head and smiled at him, the smile was clean and pure, Oda Kazuyuki also smiled back.

He sat down a little far away from the boy, ordered a cup of coffee, and sent his current address to Diablo's mailbox. It didn't take long for Tobio to rush over.

"You haven't seen Bucciarati?" Tobio was puzzled.

"I've seen it." Oda Kazuyuki saw that his eyes were transparent brown, more beautiful than Amber.

Oda Kazuyuki asked, "Did the boss say anything about me?"

"Ah? He said you are a student he taught..."

Oda Kazuyuki laughed out loud.

Tobio said gloomily, "You're still laughing, you didn't tell me such an important thing."

"Forgot." Oda Kazuyuki smothered a smile. This time, he really didn't blame him. It was Diablo himself who refused to listen to persuasion and insisted on adding new settings to him.

He was a bit regretful that he couldn't see Diablo's expression at that time, it must be very exciting.

Tobio didn't understand where his happiness was, and pushed him the badge he found at home.

Oda Kazuyuki took the badge even though it was no longer necessary to go to Bugarati with the badge.

The badge is golden as a whole, and the hollow pattern in the middle is like an arrow shape. There are also intricate patterns carved around it, and the workmanship is very exquisite.

Tobio said: "This badge can only be obtained by people who are deeply trusted by the boss. It is said that there will be no more than three owners in the entire organization."

Oda Kazuyuki could hear the pride in his tone, followed his thoughts and boasted: "Maybe you are the only owner, the person the boss trusts most is you."

Tobio couldn't help raising his head, his eyes were much brighter than before.

On the street, a group of girls passed by together, and when they saw the blond boy not far away, they surrounded him happily.

"Giorno, do you think my clothes look good today?"

"Giorno, do you want to go on a date with me?"

"Giorno..."

Tobio felt uncomfortable with the sudden commotion, he tugged at the collar of his sweater, and frowned.

Compared with him, Oda Kazuyuki adapted to this kind of scene well, and even had a bit of nostalgia.

In order to collect materials, he went to ordinary high school for half a year. At that time, his deskmate Kujo Jotaro was often surrounded by girls, and those girls were more enthusiastic about Jotaro than these girls are now.

Seeing that Tobio was bored, Oda Kazuyuki said, "Why don't you go over there and buy me some biscuits?"

He was referring to a store where many students were queuing. Tobio hesitated for a moment, thinking that queuing was better than staying here, so he nodded.

After he left, Oda Kazuyuki raised the badge in his hand and threw it on the table without seeing anything special.

At this time, he heard the blond boy surrounded by girls say: "Go away."

The girls all said "hey", and the boy said, "I have to go to work after dinner, so I don't have time to chat with you."

He was not polite at all, but the girls were not angry, but said reluctantly: "Then we will play together when you have time."

Oda Kazuyuki: "..."

Even this is very similar to Jotaro Kujo.

He picked up the coffee and took a sip, his eyes blurred suddenly, and a golden substitute appeared at his desk.

The stand-in turned his head to one side, with his legs akimbo, and raised his legs slightly, posing an aesthetically pleasing pose to him.

Oda Kazuyuki: "?"

The ladybug decoration on the stand-in was very similar to the blond boy not far away. Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, Oda Kazuyuki silently put down the coffee and added a spoonful of sugar to the cup.

He lowered his head and slowly stirred the coffee. The stand-in seemed to think that he couldn't see him. He rubbed his hands and stepped forward expectantly, reaching out to the badge he threw on the table.