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

"Yuko? Yuko?" Sansaburo called his sister.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Oda." Sansaburo shuddered and continued to eat.

Sansaburo was speechless: "Hey, you're at home."

Sansaburo blinked her big eyes, and then she came back to her senses, and immediately lowered her head in embarrassment.

"What are you thinking about?" Sansaburo called his sister back today, but she was always absent-minded.

"..." Sansaburo lowered her head and said nothing.

"You want to go to the studio quickly, right?" Sansaburo asked tentatively.

Sansaburo continued to lower her head and said nothing.

"How about living there? I remember that there is still a room missing on the second floor of Oda Shingo?" Sansaburo said helplessly.

"Brother, did you agree?" Sansaburo raised her head suddenly.

"Your eyes light up when you mention Shingo." Saburo sighed, "Sister, you really like him, brother will help you say, how about officially dating?"

"I, no, I'm not, that..." Yuko nodded and shook her head, flustered.

Sankami Saburo served his sister a bowl of hot soup: "Last time Oda Shingo's autograph session, I watched the video of the conflict on the scene. At that time, Oda Shingo protected you, but I noticed your performance."

"My, my performance..." Yuko was stunned. Of course she remembered the situation at that time, but when it comes to her own performance, she doesn't know how it will be seen by others.

She picked up the spoon to take a sip of soup, but found that her hands were shaking a little nervously.

When it comes to Mr. Oda, I seem to really...

Mikami Yuko also found that she was more sensitive to someone.

She was distracted while eating and her brother called her. She was thinking about whether Oda Shingo had eaten and what he had eaten.

Also, how to improve her cooking skills. If it was the same performance as last time, it would be impossible to use the stomach, the place closest to a man's heart, as the foothold for outstanding performance.

But I really seem to lack the talent for cooking...

"The video shows that whether Oda Shingo sat in front of you to sign autographs, stood in front of you to block the flow of people, or rushed through the crowded fans in a princess hug..." Sansaburo Mikami's words were filled with a kind of sadness of an older sister, "Your eyes were always on him, staring at him, and never moved away for a moment."

"No, no! I, I also have times when I don't look at him..." Sansaburo Mikami prevaricated awkwardly.

"You do have times when you don't look at him... But that's when he looks at you, and you will look away as if frightened!"

"..." Sansaburo Mikami blushed.

That's true.

The air seemed to freeze, and the two sat quietly.

Fortunately, Sansaburo Mikami was able to talk things out, and naturally wanted to enlighten his sister.

"If you really like him, confess, Yuko."

"..." Sansaburo Mikami looked at his brother for a long time.

Sankami Saburo acted like an onii-chan who knew his sister very well.

Yuko stood up and bowed to him: "Thank you for reminding me, thank you very much."

Then she was ready to go back to her room thoughtfully.

But just as she was about to walk up the stairs, Sankami Yuko suddenly slammed her left palm with her right fist, as if she remembered something.

"What's wrong?" Sankami Saburo looked at her curiously.

Sankami Yuko turned around quickly, her eyebrows and eyes smiled into a crescent shape, and asked word by word: "Onii-chan, have you confessed to Kono Ran?"

"..." Sankami Saburo was petrified.

"Huh! If you can't handle your own affairs, don't be a love consultant--!"

Sankami Yuko yelled at her brother and went upstairs to her room.

Her personality has always been cold and arrogant, otherwise the characters she draws would not like to shape.

"Really, what nonsense is my brother talking about..." Sankami Yuko threw herself on the bed, hugging the pillow and thinking.

At this moment, her body fits perfectly on the bed...

"If I had a figure like Fujido Kaoru, I would have confessed to Mr. Oda long ago..."

But a passage from a women's magazine popped up in her mind:

[If you find a man you like, pursue him bravely! Shyness is only temporary, but regret is a lifetime! ]

Yuko Mikami turned over and looked at the many Oda Shingo comic posters on the walls around her.

Don't give up easily!

"Start with a little change..."

The next day, the studio on the second floor.

Oda Shingo found that when Yuko Mikami came today, she was rarely wearing casual clothes.

She wore professional clothes some time ago.

Today, Yuko Mikami wore a light yellow dress. Her beautiful age, delicate features, and delicate appearance matched with a cool dress attracted people's attention.

Oda Shingo looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Mikami-kun, you wear this..."

"Are you trying to say that it looks good?" Yuko Mikami rarely dared to speak directly to Oda Shingo.

Oda Shingo shook his head.

"So it's very feminine?" Yuko Mikami blinked.

Oda Shingo still shook his head.

"? So it is..." Yuko asked curiously.

"It's autumn, aren't you cold?" Oda Shingo looked at her bare legs.

Namikaze Yuzuru and Fujido Kaoshi were sitting not far away. Although they didn't laugh out loud, their shoulders were shaking.

However, Oda Shingo still found that Yuko had changed a little.

Because the next day, she came wearing a tight cheongsam like Tornado!

Fortunately, there was a car arranged by Saburo Mikami to take her, otherwise there would be many fans following her all the way.

This is just a change in appearance. Oda Shingo noticed that Yuko Mikami's painting style is also changing.

The original strong style of painting has not disappeared, but has added an extra feminine and soft brushwork.

Oda Shingo even noticed that Yuko Mikami was painting Western fantasy characters and beasts!

This was definitely not seen in Yuko before.

At night, after Yuko Mikami left, Oda Shingo stared at the closed door and couldn't help but mutter: "Is she just entering puberty?"

The undeveloped figure is still lingering in his mind.

To be honest, the shape of the trembling tornado is really touching him.

Namikaze Yukaku just glanced at him, but Fujido Kaoko said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean by just entering puberty? I think she is entering the estrus period..."

"Ah?" Oda Shingo was stunned.

Fujido Kaoru blushed and said unhappily: "I'm talking to you, your eyes are almost following people!"

Oda Shingo was still paying attention to Mikami Yuko's changes, but his enemies had already been conspired to counterattack.

Kyoto.

A mansion full of traditional Japanese style.

"The country has its own laws and the industry has its own rules. Oda Shingo in Tokyo is really too rude!"

A bloated middle-aged man was sitting and waved to Koyama Noritaka who was sitting in a doge-seating position: "You get up, I promise you to start serializing!"

"Thank you very much! I kicked Oda Shingo out of Qun Ying She, and he is still arrogant until now, just waiting for you to overwhelm him!" Koyama Noritaka, the president of Qun Ying She, slowly straightened up.

"I have heard of him for a long time. He actually drank milk tea at the award ceremony of the Comics Association! He is a young boy who doesn't know how to respect tradition, which is a selection grace that has been famous for decades!"

"You are right!" Koyama Noritaka smiled secretly.

"Brother Zelong, don't worry, I will let him know that the comics world is not dominated by newcomers!"

His voice was so powerful that it seemed to make the heavy gift boxes on the side of the sliding door tremble slightly.

Qun Yingshe spent a lot of money to invite Nobuhiro Arakawa, a master who has been in the comics world for 20 years!