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

"I had no friends, no one to play with until I discovered comic books. Everything in the books was so novel and interesting that it inspired my dreams." Oda Shingo put his hands in his pockets and stood under the street light.

"I thought that having no friends was not a big deal, as long as I had comics."

Oda Shingo tilted his head slightly, making it difficult to see his expression. It seemed that what he was talking about was a secret that he didn't want to be known.

I tilted my face 45 degrees to prevent my tears from flowing down...

Namikaze Yukaku looked at him in surprise. I didn't expect that he would say such a heartfelt word to me.

Unfortunately, Namikaze Yukaku didn't know it at all.

At this moment, Oda Shingo... was just talking nonsense!

As a senior king of the circle in the previous life, a capitalist in the comics industry, and an enemy of his peers, how could he not cheat free workers?

Recounting a miserable childhood, lamenting the wasted years, striving for a young man's mentality, and cheating an ignorant girl, this is the standard routine.

But his words sounded full of affection at this moment.

"Without friends, I spent all my pocket money on comic books. When I was a child, my parents didn't allow me to be distracted from studying, so I used to read comic books under the starlight and under the street lights."

Even Oda Shingo's voice seemed to have some kind of magnetism.

Hamikaze Youhe felt that something was touched deep in her heart.

I didn't expect that he was somewhat similar to her when she was a child.

Thinking back then, it was difficult to buy comic books in Konoha Village. Every time a tribe member brought them back from outside, she would happily stay up late to read.

I once held a candle in my bed and turned a book, and ended up setting the mattress on fire...

"It doesn't matter if I can't get along with my classmates, can't talk to each other, and can't play together! Only comics accompany me, and it doesn't matter if I don't have friends!" Oda Shingo recounted his own mental journey, "But later I found out that I was wrong!"

He turned around suddenly and looked at Hamikaze Youhe.

"Wrong?" Hamikaze Youhe was stunned.

"Right, wrong!" Oda Shingo nodded vigorously, "How can I have no friends? My friends are comics!"

Hamikaze Yukaku looked at Oda Shingo blankly.

He said: Comics are friends...

Yes, that's right!

She has been trained as a ninja since she was a child. After this reminder, she suddenly realized that she also regarded comics as friends!

From junior high school, high school to college, there was no one to talk to, no one to accompany, it was always like this.

Only comics brought all kinds of stories to herself and presented all kinds of characters in front of her.

Comics are indeed like her friends.

No, they are my friends!

Hamikaze Yukaku's heart was full of emotions, and her breathing became a little rapid.

Seeing that Hamikaze Yukaku was affected, Oda Shingo paused and paced back and forth: "I don't know if you can understand this feeling. But this friend really brings me a lot of happiness, no worse than any friend, or even better!"

Hamikaze Yukaku looked at Oda Shingo and nodded vigorously to show his agreement.

"After spending so much time with my friend the comics, I want to draw them myself." Oda Shingo continued, his eyes seemed to reflect the light under the street lights, "Stroke by stroke, let more people see the comics I made! Understand the stories I want to tell! Let them feel me!"

Hamikaze Yuzuru opened his mouth slightly and looked at Oda Shingo in surprise.

Just like himself.

What he thought and did was exactly the same as himself.

I draw comics myself because I like comics, and I want others to see my works and let others feel more about myself!

There is such an author who tells you such a beautiful story in the form of comics!

"I even have a crazier dream!" The night wind was cold, but Oda Shingo seemed to be hot. He suddenly unbuttoned his coat, stretched out his hand, and pointed far away: "Hamikaze-kun, did you notice? The building in the distance."

"That is..." Hamikaze Yuzuru looked at it intently and recognized it as the office building of Qun Yingshe.

Although it was shabby, there was a huge painting hanging on the outer wall.

That was the protagonist of the best comic of the year last year, a passionate young man holding a sharp blade high up.

What an honor it is to have the protagonist of your comic appear on the building! Namikaze Yukaku envied it.

"You also think, if our comic can be hung on that building, how exciting it would be!" Oda Shingo clenched his fist at Namikaze Yukaku.

Namikaze Yukaku's eyes lit up, but soon he felt a little embarrassed.

Our comic protagonist is an unremarkable bald cape man. Hanging on the building that symbolizes the highest honor in the animation industry, will it be a bit socially dead...

Not only will we be socially dead, will the Qun Ying Society be embarrassed?

Oda Shingo asked again: "Don't you want to?"

"I want to!" Namikaze Yukaku expressed his thoughts neatly and followed Oda Shingo to wave his fist.

Who cares if he is bald or not, that is the protagonist of the work created by me and my partners! That is irreplaceable, a character that I worked hard to draw!

Just think about it, how exciting it would be to have the portrait of the bald cape man hung on that building? !

Oda Shingo looked at her reaction and was pleasantly surprised by the result.

This girl is so easy to fool...

I had prepared more arguments, but I didn't expect her to fall in love so easily.

"So, I hope we can work together! Let the dream come true as soon as possible!" Oda Shingo clenched his fists on his chest and shouted, "No matter what difficulties we encounter, we will not give up! Right?"

"Yes!" Namikaze Yukaku did the same thing.

"Even if it's rejected, we have to revise it and submit it again until it's successfully serialized in the publication! Until we win the annual championship and let the portrait of the protagonist hang on the building, right?"

"Yes!" Namikaze Yukaku echoed loudly.

"So, are you still worried today?" Oda Shingo mentioned the key point, "Whether it's rejected or something unexpected happens, our belief in continuing to create will never waver!"

"... Mr. Oda, you're right!" Namikaze Yukaku is not a hesitant person, and he determined his belief very decisively.

"Then, Namikaze-kun! Concentrate on being a good writer! Finish the latest chapter as soon as possible! Prepare for future serialization! We will definitely win!"

"Victory!"

"Hang our comics at the top!"

"Top!" Namikaze Yukaku, who is easily infected, waved his arms excitedly.

"Come on, let's get ready..." Oda Shingo raised his right arm and shouted loudly, "Hey-hey-ah-ah!"

"Hey-hey-ah-ah-ah!" Namikaze Yukaku shouted together.

The voices of the two echoed on the street.

But Namikaze Yukaku was too excited, and when she waved her arm...

Snap, a cracking sound. A flower pot next to the street lamp was knocked off by her.

A local policeman riding a bicycle was following the sound: "Hey? What are you doing?"

"Hey?" Namikaze Yukaku was a little panicked.

"Haha, run! We don't have money to pay!" Oda Shingo pulled her sleeve, reminded her, and took the lead to run away.

Namikaze Yukaku bit her thin red lips, and looked back at the big anime painting on the office building of Qun Yingshe.

I want to create comics with Mr. Oda Shingo!

One day, together with Mr. Oda, we will hang our works on the highest place in the comics world!

Namikaze Yukaku also ran, following closely behind Oda Shingo.

The two ran one after the other.

Although they ran very fast, it was easy for Namikaze Yukaku's ninja stamina. She didn't even need to put her hands back to make an airplane wing, and even had the leisure to look at the shadows on the ground.

As the two ran, the shadows left by the street lamps kept lengthening and shortening rapidly.

But they were no longer as clearly defined as before, and often converged together.

The shadows of the two people's hands often merged together, as if they were running hand in hand...

The night was like water, and the two shadows were like hearts.