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

The landlord, Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu, approached and bowed politely: "I'm sorry, Oda-kun. I'm very presumptuous this time. Please forgive me."

"Nowhere, I am too late to welcome you." Oda Shingo also quickly returned the greeting.

"Last time I came because of something, but this time I came privately." Mrs. Yukino said it very cleverly. She avoided the rent and clarified the reason. She didn't even mention the word "friend".

Are the two considered friends?

Oda Shingo thought about it for a moment and confirmed that he was not a friend at all.

The other party's status is much higher than mine. Although he is the so-called dead man, he comes from a wealthy family. It's better not to think nonsense like a poor person like yourself. It can even be said that he can't even be called a friend.

"The line message you sent in the morning, I was in meditation at the time, so I couldn't respond in time, which is really rude." Mrs. Yukino's speech was very slow, but it didn't make people listen in a hurry. It just felt soft and slow, unique. A sense of confidence and calmness, "When I found out in the afternoon, I felt that it was a little late to go back, so I was a bit shy and came to apologize to you and congratulate you on the results of starting to draw comics."

She held a fruit basket forward politely with both hands.

Under the sun, Mrs. Yukino's hands were as white and tender as jade, no less beautiful than those of a girl. Oda Shingo didn't dare to look at it and quickly took it over: "Thank you very much for your trouble. There is no result, I just sent it out."

"No, it's very beautiful. To be honest, I read it carefully before I came here." Mrs. Yukino nodded slightly, "This work is very exciting, especially the latest episode 15. Sonic is Surrounding The picture of Saitama is simply..."

Mrs. Yukino had been speaking steadily and slowly, but she paused here and couldn't seem to find the right words.

She simply smiled and commented sideways: "Whenever Oda-kun's comics come on the shelves, I will definitely order them all."

"Thank you very much, madam, for your encouragement!" Oda Shingo bowed seriously, "My poor painting skills made you laugh, madam."

The web version of the artist is known to be very funny at first glance.

"You are too modest. I think the screen switching and image creation are better than many comics I have seen before!"

Oda Shingo was stunned, never expecting that Mrs. Yukino could see this.

Although the painting skills in the web version are poor, the techniques such as storyboarding and momentum creation are actually very powerful.

"Ah, you see how rude I am. Why are you talking at the door? Please come in!" Oda Shingo suddenly realized that the two of them had been standing at the door while talking. "I have reset the web version here. Another lead writer was hired, but I was responsible for the storyboard and plot. The original manuscript has been submitted, but there are still copies..."

"As the line information said, is there a remake of your comic? Then I must appreciate it." Mrs. Yukino covered her lips with an expression of joy, but soon a look of regret appeared, "But I have an appointment in the evening , I’m afraid it’s a pity that I can’t finish it in one sitting.”

"ah……"

"How about this, Oda-kun, I know a friend in the comics industry." Mrs. Yukino patted her hands gently, "I can introduce you to you. How about I make an appointment later and sit down with him?"

"Ah! This troubles you so much!"

"No, I believe that the remake of Oda-kun's manga will not disappoint my friend and I." Mrs. Yukino said seriously, and soon smiled softly, "It's just that my friend is a little special, so don't mind. But I I guarantee that if she appreciates it, it will be of great help to the comic series!”

"Thank you so much!" Oda Shingo naturally thanked him again and again, feeling deeply moved.

Mrs. Yukino said goodbye and left.

A gust of summer wind blew by, and the petals of a few late cherry blossoms fell slowly, just like nature providing a background for beautiful women.

The graceful yet dignified figure gradually faded away, and Oda Shingo was in a daze again.

"She is such a smart woman... If I had been born ten years later, I would have been obsessed with her." Oda Shingo lowered his head slightly, touching his chin and thinking carefully.

A very sociable woman, she worried about the identity of the deceased and did not enter the young man's room, but she changed the topic without leaving any trace, and also gave a favor to boost Bole.

However, she can see from the web version that this comic has a future and is very visionary. The more Oda Shingo thought about it, the more he felt that this woman was unusual.

Oda Shingo sniffed.

Standing at the door now, I can still smell a few strands of fragrance lingering in the air.

There is nothing better than this for a beautiful woman to leave a fragrance.

"Since she likes the plot of the web version, I guess if my remake doesn't work, she will ask her friends to redraw it, right? This woman has quite a capitalist plan." Oda Shingo returned to the room and criticized the landlady's intentions.

He didn't include his evil behavior as a capitalist in the evaluation at all, but it was all for nothing when he issued an IOU to Namikaze Yukaku...

Looking at what's in the basket, I haven't eaten fruit for a long time.

The basket is a traditional Japanese packaging method and is opaque, so you can't tell what's inside.

Oda Shingo opened the fruit basket, which contained sliced ​​fruits with Japanese characteristics.

Compared with the Chinese fruit baskets that keep the fruits intact, Japanese gift-giving fruits are mostly sliced ​​and in small quantities.

In Japan, the more expensive the fruit basket, the more time-intensive it is, and it is usually cut into pieces on the spot. Even fruits such as watermelon and pineapple are cut into small pieces, and the price is extremely expensive.

"Hmm? There's a surprise?" Oda Shingo suddenly realized that there was a small isolated envelope in the basket.

The light blue envelope was opened, and it turned out to be a white lacquered paper and a thin stack of 10,000 yen banknotes.

Oda Shingo ignored the banknotes and immediately picked up the paper to look at it.

The handwriting on it was elegant and soft, obviously a woman's handwriting.

The content was a Japanese proverb.

[Summer dreams are like winds that have no fixed place. If you don't chase them with all your strength, they will go away in an instant. ]

Oda Shingo was stunned for a moment.

It means that my dream should be realized with all my strength...

Of course he knew what it meant.

But, is there no other meaning?

"What are you thinking about!" Thinking of this, Oda Shingo slapped his forehead.

Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still loves!

Well, don't think about enjoying flowers, moon, autumn fragrance, and eating sweets and snowy flowers with eight eyes together.

In the severe cold of late winter, I am afraid that it will be frozen into popsicles and broken with a knock.

What's more, the other party is the last deceased, and her ex-husband has a big background. Believe it or not, he was chopped into 17 or 18 pieces and buried under the cherry trees in Ueno Park as fertilizer?

However, this woman's social skills are simply off the charts!

Oda Shingo's evaluation of the landlord, Mrs. Yukino Shinfuyu, has increased by 10%.

After all, she gave too much, and he was very grateful after counting the bills.

Although there are only five bills, totaling 50,000 yen, it may not be a big deal in the eyes of ordinary people. But for the impoverished Oda Shingo, it is simply life-saving money!

If the manuscript fee does not come down, I don't know how to live! What's more, I still owe Namikaze Yukaku's salary.

Thinking of the payment owed to the girl, Oda Shingo quickly put away the bills.

Then, he carefully placed the paper card on his desk as a motto-type paper card.

Continue painting! He raised his pen and started working again.

Dongdongdong——! ! !

Just a short while later, he was painting when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"I'm here." He went forward to open the door.

Outside the door, it was actually Namikaze Yukaku.

Strange, she wouldn't knock on the door so urgently on weekdays.

Namikaze Yukaku's big eyes were wide open, and his eyes quickly scanned the room, and he took a few deep breaths through his nose.

Oda Shingo: "?"

"Teacher Oda, let me hang up my windbreaker." She took off her windbreaker and walked quickly to the closet.

Her eyes were like torches.

Oda Shingo: "???"