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

A shabby apartment next to the tram tracks.

"Namikaze-kun, are you still a little restless?" Oda Shingo sat at the table, holding several completed manuscripts in his hands, and once again noticed that Namikaze Yukaku's progress was a bit slow.

He obviously recovered last night, why did he fall ill again today? Oda Shingo lamented in his heart, are Japanese girls more delicate and sensitive than Chinese girls?

Namikaze Yukaku stroked the ends of his hair beside his ears, a little afraid to look at Oda Shingo.

She had noticed that something was wrong with her feelings for Oda Shingo.

"H-Sorry, Oda-sensei."

Even though he calls me "sensei", he no longer has the feeling of respecting his teacher in the way that the comics juniors would. Although the difference between the two is only one or two years at most, it is definitely beyond the limit.

She is not stupid. From her reaction to the arrival of the landlady just now, she knew that there was something wrong with her.

However, she panicked.

This situation has not occurred before.

How many times have I fantasized about love at first sight, love over time, and the like, but none of them work.

But I haven't been with him very long, so why am I so sensitive?

Namikaze Yukaku took a deep breath and tried to explain the problem from the perspective of the landlady being a master.

Maybe because I am very wary of her? After all, last time she could notice that she was hiding in the cupboard outside the door. The feeling that instantly made her hair stand on end was simply terrifying.

Oda Shingo noticed that her ears were a little red: "Is she feeling unwell?"

"...So be it." Namikaze Youkaku could only respond casually.

"That's it, then you have a good rest today, don't draw too late, go back first." Oda Shingo advised with concern.

"No, no, I can draw a few more pictures."

"Go back and rest early. At most, you can work harder tomorrow. By the way, will the volume be bigger tomorrow?" Oda Shingo tilted his head and thought wildly.

Oda-sensei, what are you talking about? Namikaze Yukaku was ashamed.

Under Oda Shingo's persuasion, Namikaze Yukaku could only stand up: "Then Mr. Oda, I'll take my leave now. Come as early as possible tomorrow."

"By the way, you don't need to call me teacher, just call me Oda."

Namikaze Yukaku stood at the door, turned around and asked tentatively: "Oda Sama?"

"Namikaze-kun, just call me Oda-kun!"

"Oda-kun..." A trace of regret flashed in Namikaze Yukaku's eyes.

This is a very professional title.

In fact, Namikaze Yukaku really wanted Oda Shingo to call him by his name like he did when they first met.

After leaving home, how long has it been since you were called by your first name? At least, this is the first time for Oda-kun to call himself this.

"I take my leave, Oda-sensei, no, Oda-kun." Namikaze Yukuru bowed and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, today's reward." Oda Shingo suddenly took something from his seat and walked over.

He handed over a small envelope with both hands: "Thank you for your hard work."

His movements are very similar to those of a small boss or manager who pays a salary in a Japanese company.

Namikaze Youkaku was a little curious and quickly took it. It felt thin and there seemed to be a piece of paper inside.

This, this shouldn't be a confession...

No, Oda-kun said it was a reward?

Just then Oda Shingo said: "You go back and replenish your nutrition. Look at the fruit you just ate and robbed it like that. I owe you too much compensation and I can't pay it for a while. Let's use this to hold on."

Recalling how he was rushing to eat the fruit just now, Namikaze Yukaku felt ashamed and quickly closed the door and left.

She didn't go far before she couldn't help but open the envelope under the street lamp.

It was actually a 10,000 yen bill.

I feel a little regretful, but not surprised.

"Ah..." Namikaze Yukaku understood, no wonder it looked like he was paying his salary just now.

But is Oda-kun rich? Namikaze Yukaku thought.

Did he misjudge that I was not feeling well, so he squeezed out 10,000 yen for me?

Namikaze Youkaku regretted what he just said.

"Actually, I don't need you to pay me..." Yukaku Namikaze thought, carefully putting the money and envelope away.

It would be embarrassing to return it, so why not use the money to buy him some food?

No, maybe this can be kept as a souvenir? Namikaze Yukaku was thinking wildly all the way.

In a manor-level mansion she passed by the roadside, the landlady Yukino Mifuyu was reading comics on the computer screen.

"It's indeed beautiful." Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu moved her white fingers away from the touch pad.

As a typical representative of Bai Fumei, she uses an Apple computer.

Reading comics on Apple devices in this way is relatively rare in Japan. But she prefers to try various approaches, especially not sticking to certain traditions or habits.

Ding ding ding——

A line communication message was sent from the mobile phone.

"Madam, I sent the information you requested via email." message from the work secretary.

Yukino opened her computer mailbox in the middle of winter.

On the computer screen, the mailbox reading interface appeared.

[Oda Shingo, born in 2003, was a dropout from Tokyo University of the Arts. His parents had a car accident...]

Yukino Mito looked at the screen expressionlessly.

[...Due to a conflict of comic drawing concepts, I recently left a comic studio and am currently on leave of absence from school. ]

[Estimated assets held shall not exceed 30,000 yen. ]

Yukino Shendong smiled a little at this time.

Because of me, the asset information is inaccurate.

Jingle bell——

Another line message reminder appeared on my phone.

It's another phone.

Apparently Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu has two cell phones.

The news that came was Oda Shingo’s words of thanks for the 50,000 yen grant.

Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu didn't care and quickly replied: "I just have to read the masterpiece. I like it very much and paid some subscription fees in advance. You're welcome, Oda-kun."

A waiter dressed as a maid came forward: "Madam, the hot water is ready."

Yukino got up in the middle of winter, walked around the long corridor, and came to the shower room.

There are fifty meters of bathing room in one lap.

Under the service of the maids, she slowly entered the bath and showered.

After washing away the sweat stains of the day, she entered the huge bath in the center.

The water in the pool is rippling, and her graceful figure is not at all old-fashioned.

She was alone in the empty bathtub and slowly closed her eyes.

It’s not like Oda Shingo, who lost his parents and suffered a setback in his career.

I haven’t met such an interesting person like him for a long time...

The second day.

Academic Day at Aono High School in Tokyo.

This is the tradition of Aono High School. On this day, all walks of life will be invited to give cultural lectures.

Bang bang bang——

"These guys are so unruly!" Fujido Xiangcheng, who was wearing the [Disciplinary Committee] armband on his arm, patrolled the campus angrily, "Anyway, I will graduate in a few months, and I won't be too lazy by then. Take care of you."

Behind her, several male students who were running around and violating school rules had been beaten into a pile.

She rolled up her sleeves and quickly stood in a gust of breeze.

A few pink flowers floated in the sky, which were the falling petals of evening cherry blossoms.

By the way, now is the season of love...

It's a pity that I don't have a suitable partner at all.

Let’s take some time to read comics.

At this time, she suddenly noticed a sign for a comic lecture.

"Huh? Saburo Mikami, the head of the web department of Gunei Club, is here as a guest?" Todo Kouchi looked at the sign and quickly noticed something wrong with a few comic samples.

"Huh? This isn't... the "One Punch Man web" version?!"

The work she has been paying close attention to recently stands out among a bunch of comic screenshots.

Please read it!