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

Chapter 133 My Oda Shingo is this and that...

When Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu came, Namikaze Yukaku went over and opened the door.

"Welcome, Mrs. Yukino, I apologize for the humble apartment." Yukaku Namikaze sounded like a housewife.

Yukino Midwinter didn't mind, but she was a little surprised that Oda Shingo didn't pick it up.

"Just be gentle, you'll be ripped off!" Oda Shingo's voice came from the living room.

Of course, the living room on the second floor is the comic studio.

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"Oh, I noticed early on that your head is quite big, but why does it look weird when you touch it?" Todo Xiangcheng's voice sounded.

An indescribable picture appeared in Mrs. Yukino's mind, but her face showed no expression.

When she changed her shoes and walked in, she saw Todo Kouchi holding Oda Shingo's head with both hands, looking around as if he was studying some incredible existence.

Toudo Xiangcheng looked like he was studying something rare: "It's really strange. You seem to have an ordinary brain, how can you come up with such different comic ideas?"

"I just had a sudden idea, what's wrong?" Oda Shingo explained.

Just now, the two women insisted on watching "Parasite" first, but when they got it, the two women were stunned. They haven't seen a comic like this for a long time. It combines the alien crisis and the bloody and violent opening to catch the readers' attention.

So they grabbed Oda Shingo's head and wanted to study it as a joke.

As for the rubbing of Oda Shingo's head and Toudou Kouchi's chest, Mrs. Yukino also saw clearly.

Of course, whether this is Todo Xiangcheng’s deliberate thought or not is a matter of opinion.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mrs. Yukino." Oda Shingo stood up quickly.

Click, the neck made a crisp sound.

"Ah! Doesn't matter, right?" Todo Xiangcheng quickly let go.

"I'm lucky if I don't die..." Oda Shingo thought to himself. Although his head felt soft just now, it felt like he was gambling with his life.

He moved hard and felt that his neck tendon was a little strained.

Mrs. Yukino smiled and teased: "Could it be that your female assistant wants your head on your neck?"

"No, no, I just showed them the draft of the new manga, and they wanted to study my head." Oda Shingo explained, and quickly asked Mrs. Yukino to sit down.

Although the studio was converted into a living room, there was no sofa waiting for guest furniture. It was filled with various papers, books, tools, equipment and other comic-related items.

Mrs. Yukino didn't mind, she smoothed her kimono and sat down.

Unfortunately, this time I couldn't see the side and back, and Oda Shingo felt regretful in his heart. He still had a vivid memory of the landlady sitting there in a daze when he was in the hospital.

"New comics? Did Mr. Oda mention it in the writer's column?" Mrs. Yukino asked.

At this time, Todo Xiangcheng had already gone to pour tea.

Namikaze Yukaku stood behind Oda Shingo very naturally, reaching out and pinching his neck gently.

Oda Shingo didn't even want to talk.

It's very comfortable. The soft and delicate hands are caressing the neck, and sometimes pinching hard, which is very effective for the neck that was strained just now.

It would definitely be more comfortable if these hands were not used to touch the neck, but other places, right?

Why? Why am I obsessed with women? Or in front of Mrs. Yukino? Oda Shingo suddenly straightened his mind and said seriously: "Yes, I made a draft. If Mrs. Yukino is free, can you help me check it?"

"It's a blessing. But we have serious business. I'm here because the samples of the peripheral products have been released." Mrs. Yukino took out two things from the old-style small satchel.

Three scenery-level small figures.

A bald man in a cape is naturally Saitama; a tough curly-haired lolita in a tight-fitting cheongsam who looks like no bottoms, the trembling Tatsumaki; and a concubine-level beauty in a tight-fitting cheongsam with long legs, Fubuki from Hell.

Mrs. Yukino seemed to have intentionally placed the two girls' exquisite figures on both sides of Saitama, and then looked at Oda Shingo narrowly.

"Ah, you are actually preparing to release peripheral products?" Oda Shingo pretended not to notice the landlady's teasing, and quickly picked it up to look at it.

"It's very detailed." Even Yukaku Namikaze couldn't bear it anymore and stopped to pick up Fubuki to observe.

After all, she felt that Fubuki had a large part of her body shape. Uh, that's wrong. A large part of it is taken from myself, and a large part of it is taken from Todo Orange.

"It's just a scenery grade, but I think the workmanship is pretty good." Mrs. Yukino said with a little bit of pride.

After all, the rich woman behind the scenes ordered the production of peripherals. Even if it is a small figure of scenic quality, the subordinates of Springfield Bookstore have high standards and strict requirements.

At this time, Todo Xiangcheng came over with tea.

She leaned down deeply in front of Mrs. Yukino and placed the tea cup on the coffee table: "Please have some tea."

That deep V-neck allows Mrs. Yukino to see Oda Shingo’s feet through it...

"Mr. Oda is doing well now, and he already has tea for guests. And the person serving the tea is a beautiful girl, which really makes people look at each other with admiration after three days." Mrs. Yukino smiled.

"Oh, I feel a little embarrassed to be called a beautiful girl." Todo Xiangcheng looked very happy, but he was as fake as possible.

Oda Shingo was a little embarrassed. He also noticed just now that when Toudou Xiangcheng leaned over, part of his waist was exposed due to his forward leaning.

It's a bit of a tribute.

It seems that my gaze lingered for a second or two. Mrs. Yukino didn't notice it, did she?

He quickly pretended to continue checking the figures with a guilty conscience.

Fujido Kaoru was talking to Mrs. Yukino in a coquettish way: "Our teacher Oda is good at saving money. He usually refuses to turn on the air conditioner. It's hot in this weather, so he forces people to wear very cool clothes. I don't know if this guy is doing it on purpose."

She shook her clothes, as if she was letting in air.

It was very dazzling.

"Ahem..." Oda Shingo glared at her, and quickly took over the topic, and started talking about his views on peripherals and authorized profit distribution.

The two sides exchanged some opinions, and then Oda Shingo made some concessions on the transfer rights of peripherals.

"Mr. Oda is really a straightforward person. No wonder he is so popular with girls." Mrs. Yukino smiled.

"Madam, you are joking." But Oda Shingo felt that they were all Yamato Nadeshiko-style sample smiles, which were not as good as the smiles when talking about movies in the cinema.

Mrs. Yukino quickly asked, "Where is the new comic you mentioned just now? I want to see how far it can be drawn to be considered as a Showa style with both connotation and market."

Oda Shingo took out the draft of "Parasyte".

"It really fits the feeling of the Showa style." Mrs. Yukino was very impressed as soon as she got it.

Fudou Kacheng rolled her eyes and pretended to be surprised and said, "Madam, have you read a lot of Showa comics?"

Mrs. Yukino glanced at her and said lightly, "I have also read some paintings from the Taisho era. It's just that they were not comics at that time, but just single paintings."

Fudou Kacheng immediately said, "Wow, worthy of it... woo..."

Oda Shingo stretched out his hand to cover her mouth.

She wanted to say that she is worthy of being an experienced older sister...

Fudou Kacheng pushed his hand away: "Don't touch me when there are outsiders here."

"..."Oda Shingo rolled his eyes.

Mrs. Yukino ignored this little thing and read "Parasyte" seriously.