Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?

Oda Shingo returned to the private room.

The first thing he saw was the gathering of the three giants, Vice President Koyama, Director Hyakki, and Director Mikami.

They actually moved tables separately and gathered in a small circle to drink.

This kind of thing does happen, especially when there are many people in the company, among some traditional senior executives, some things should be said in a small circle.

Looking again, the other young people naturally knew not to disturb him, and sat together in a circle of several people to eat separately.

In any case, Vice President Koyama ordered a lot of food, and there was even a separate cart for them to take at any time.

Hamikaze Yukaku and Fujido Kaoshi pulled their empty tables and turned them into a small world for three people.

"Hey, come here, what are you doing?"

Fujido Kaoshi immediately called Oda Shingo.

Oda Shingo nodded and walked over, looking at the new seat distribution as he walked.

Goda Takeshi and his male assistant Suneo were closer, forming a circle of two.

Reiko sat alone in her seat in a daze.

Assistant Okita has already placed the wrapped sign on the table.

He held the mouse in his left hand and the wine glass in his right hand, looking at the computer screen and laughing foolishly.

As for the two foreign aids under Gouda Takeshi, Nobukata and other four semi-professional cartoonists, a total of six people formed a small circle. But when they saw Oda Shingo coming in, they all nodded slightly.

Oda Shingo also politely returned the greeting before sitting down next to Namikaze Yukaku and Fujido Kao.

However, the situation is a bit problematic now. His table was moved between the two women. As for who did it, it goes without saying.

Namikaze Yukaku's face was very gloomy, and I don't know if it was for this reason.

"You don't have to look at Namikaze-kun's face. It's not because of me, but because of Minister Hyakki." Fujido Kao whispered in Oda Shingo's ear, "Just now while you were away, Minister Hyakki actually spoke directly to us."

"Oh? What did you say?" Oda Shingo was surprised.

"Let us drink, saying that the store owner will not do anything for his sake, and that he can also deal with the local public security bureau."

Oda Shingo sneered: "The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"This is a Chinese proverb. You think during the New Year, the weasel goes to the chicken's house and knocks on the door to say that he is here to pay New Year's greetings. Let's go to the temple together to pray for good luck. What is the weasel's plan? Isn't it clear?"

"Hahaha, this description is so appropriate!" Fujido Kasanagi reached out and tapped Oda Shingo's arm.

Hamikaze Yukaku also laughed.

"How did you respond to him?" Oda Shingo asked.

Fujido Kasanagi reached out and took the snail from Oda Shingo's table, dug out the snail meat, then pinched the thick shell with a few fingers and smiled at Oda Shingo.

Crack, crack, crack——

The extremely solid shell of the conch was crushed by her, and she even kept crushing it back and forth to make a sound of further crushing...

"Don't, don't hurt your hands, the shell is also very sharp." Oda Shingo hurriedly stopped her.

Fujido Kaoru brushed her hands and put the remaining shells together carelessly: "It's okay, I know how to exert force. My father has let me practice with this since I was ten years old."

Are you a biological child? Oda Shingo wanted to ask this question, and at the same time noticed that there were already broken shells piled in a small plate on her table.

"Then Namikaze Yukaku..." Oda Shingo turned his head to the other side.

He noticed that there seemed to be two small puncture marks on Namikaze Yukaku's table?

Namikaze Yukaku did not explain, but actually reached out and picked up the tool for eating snail meat on the table - the two-legged tweezers.

Then, she inserted it into the table very neatly.

Bang——a light sound.

The tweezers sank into the wooden tabletop, leaving only the tail of the inverted V-shaped metal...

Then, Namikaze Yukaku extended a chopstick, inserted it into the hole formed by the inverted V and the tabletop, and pushed it upward.

It should be very difficult to pull out the tweezers, but she pulled it out with a light move.

This is why there were two puncture marks on the table just now. Oh, now there are four...

The store won't ask us to pay for it? They probably won't notice it, Oda Shingo thought, anyway, let them find Deputy Minister Xiaoshan if there is anything.

"... I toast to the two ladies." Oda Shingo picked up the beer glass on the table.

No wonder Minister Baigui never looked over here again, who can afford to offend him?

Also, I'd better not owe them wages in the future...

Seeing that Oda Shingo was about to toast, Fujido Kasumi raised her eyes and smiled: "Do you want to get us drunk?"

"No, no, you drink juice." Oda Shingo laughed dryly.

Fujido Kacheng laughed: "You are too cowardly."

"At this age, you should drink juice." Namikaze Yuzuru is very honest.

She also remembered that her father taught her since she was a child that drinking would cause trouble.

After taking a big sip of juice, Fujido Kacheng said happily: "Teacher Oda, your work is really amazing!"

"It's our work." Oda Shingo said, "Didn't you see that the author's name is Oda Shingo, Tsuru, and Tachibana?"

"Haha! Yes, yes, you are really brothers!" Fujido Kacheng came over, put his arm around Oda Shingo's shoulders and touched the cup again.

This is the Great Evil Emperor, Oda Shingo felt the feeling on his arm and thought to himself.

On the other side, Namikaze Yuzuru also handed over the cup.

Her face was a little red, and her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.

It was her first toast in a foreign land, and she was really not good at speaking.

"Thank you for your hard work, Namikaze-kun." Oda Shingo smiled and touched her cup.

Namikaze Yuzuru's face became even redder.

They each drank it.

"Cough... cough cough!" Namikaze Yuzuru choked, and seemed very nervous, and quickly turned around to cough.

Oda Shingo subconsciously reached out to help her rub her back.

Namikaze Yuzuru's body suddenly shrugged, like a pet being rubbed by its owner for the first time, and it felt a little sensitive and furry, but it did not escape...

"Hey, rub your back with a little more force, are you petting a cat?" Fujido Kaoura blamed Oda Shingo.

"Oh oh." Oda Shingo increased the force.

It was so smooth and soft to the touch. Although there was no direct contact with the skin and there was a shirt between them, the smooth curve of the back still made Oda Shingo's heart move.

It hurts again...

But with such a distraction, it seems that the force is a bit too strong, and it seems to have pushed against some obstacles under the shirt.

Click, very slight and almost no sound, just the sound of the mechanism being opened.

Namikaze Yuzuru's body stiffened, and in an instant, her arms were clamped on both sides of her body...

Oda Shingo also stopped moving, as if he was still.

"Hey, hey? Has time stopped for the two of you?" Fujido Kacheng was curious.

Oda Shingo withdrew his hand awkwardly.

"I, I'm going to wash my hands." Namikaze Yuzuru got up quickly and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Except for Oda Shingo and Fujido Kacheng, everyone else was stunned, feeling as if something had happened, but it seemed as if nothing had happened...

"You guy, did you touch something secretly?" Fujido Kacheng pressed Oda Shingo's wrist.

Oda Shingo looked wronged: "Hey, you are right next to me, and there are so many people around, how can I do this?"

Fujido Kao's eyes lit up: "Oh? Then I'm not here, and there aren't so many people..."

"Stop gossiping! You are not suitable to be a comic assistant, how about being an 18th-tier gossip reporter?"

Fujido Kao nodded seriously: "I have considered it, but I still prefer comics. I don't like the messy entertainment industry, and my dad might beat me to death."

Just say you are not a biological child, Oda Shingo rolled his eyes.

At this time, he suddenly noticed:

In the distance, Mikami Saburo was fidgeting and sweating on his forehead during a conversation with Vice President Koyama...