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

When Oda Shingo said goodbye, he noticed that Reiko's assistant was hesitant to speak.

"I am very grateful for your care before. If you need me in the future, just let me know. I will do my best to help you." He did not ask much, bowed to Reiko, opened the door and left.

In fact, with Oda Shingo's experience, he could use some old tricks in the animation industry for many years, and the female assistant Reiko could not hide her secrets in front of him.

But that was something Oda Shingo disdained.

Gouda Takeshi seemed to regard himself as an opponent. Why?

Oda Shingo tried his best to speculate. At present, he was not on the official publication "Jump". How could he compete with himself who was serialized on the web site?

If they were not competing with each other, how could he say that he would let me taste the power of the official publication cartoonists?

"Forget it, let's not think about it for now." When he met with Mikami Saburo in the evening, he would naturally know what happened.

Minister Mikami hadn't replied to the text message for so long, and he asked to get together. Naturally, there was something important to discuss.

Japanese people are not used to talking about many things in the workplace.

Especially when they want to express their heartfelt words, they must do it in an izakaya.

It was in an izakaya in Omoide Yokocho that Saburo Mikami met Shingo Oda.

"Omoide Yokocho, I've known it for a long time. It's a food alley with a long history in Shinjuku, Tokyo." Shingo Oda sighed as he walked, and he had the opportunity to experience this place in person.

Wait, Omoide Yokocho is very close to Kabukicho, and you don't even need to take the tram to walk there.

According to some business entertainment habits, it's very easy to turn there...

Shingo Oda was thinking about it and had passed a nearby market.

"Excuse me, boss, have you finished the handwork I entrusted to you yesterday?" Shingo Oda came to an old handicraft workshop.

Handwork generally refers to embroidery and cutting handicrafts such as tailoring, but in many cases it can be extended to handicrafts such as clay figurines and puppets.

"You are here, young man." The old lady in an ancient kimono came over with a hunched back. "Your handicraft is done."

She was a traditional Japanese grandma at first glance, with a short body, steady steps, and a spotless coarse cloth kimono.

The old lady brought a pair of white slippers.

"Grandma, thank you for your hard work." Oda Shingo paid with satisfaction.

Only in such an old house can there be incomparably traditional embroidery craftsmanship.

After picking up the pair of slippers he wanted, Oda Shingo prepared to return.

"Oda? Is that you? Oda Shingo!" When he walked to the alley at the end of the street, a man's voice suddenly came from behind.

Oda Shingo looked back and said, "Oh! Sato-kun!"

It turned out to be Sato Ryota, a college classmate who had owed money to him before.

Just now, I went to the school to look for him, but because the course time for college students was not fixed, he happened to be away, so in front of his two roommates, I handed over the debt with interest to the tutor for transfer.

Because his predecessor had been dragging his feet on repaying the loan, and even made up all kinds of excuses, and avoided meeting after dropping out of school, the other party was so angry that he blocked him directly.

Oda Shingo suddenly found that the other party's expression was wrong, and hurriedly shouted: "Listen to me..."

"Asshole——!" Sato Ryota rushed over and knocked Oda Shingo against the wall.

Bang——

The old street wall made a heavy impact. Oda Shingo's back was hurt by the collision, and the bag in his hand fell.

[Passive skill "Real men can do it for three minutes" activated! ]

[Three minutes after being beaten, the host is proficient in Bajiquan! ]

Oda Shingo suddenly heard a system reminder in his mind. This was the treasure chest reward for Fujido Kaoru joining the team before.

In an instant, Oda Shingo suddenly felt a warm current rushing through his body, as if a strong power was possessed.

The joints of his body made an almost inaudible click.

He immediately understood that Bajiquan is a kind of explosive boxing - although the skills are very high, the muscle base for exerting force is strict - the system has given Bajiquan proficiency, so naturally it has to make changes to the physical strength.

But wait, are you asking me to fight with the creditor? Oda Shingo felt guilty and hurried to explain, but he didn't want to really fight.

"Ahem, I paid back the money!"

"You guy! You still have the nerve to show up in front of me!" Sato Ryota grabbed Oda Shingo's collar and yelled at him fiercely, spitting all over his face.

"Really, I just went to pay you back! You were not here, so I gave it to you..."

"Bullshit! I don't believe your nonsense!" Sato Ryota clenched his fist.

"What I said is true! If you don't believe it, you can call your roommate to ask! I just came back from there!" Oda Shingo didn't struggle immediately, but tried to make it clear in a good manner.

He believed that he had done too many evil things in his previous life, and the other party's bad attitude was excusable.

Old debtor, it really makes people itch.

"I believe you? It's better to believe that the monks in Koyasan are not lustful!" Sato Ryouta's eyes widened, and he raised his fist and hit Oda Shingo in the face.

It was indeed a hit! In the words of a certain master, that fist as big as a clay pot...

If it were someone else, they might really endure his punch. Because the deadbeat was in the wrong in the first place!

Especially those cowardly protagonists who traveled through the other world, cough cough, the protagonist who only cares about flirting but not pushing, no no, the protagonist who is obviously very powerful but has a very useless personality, will use various reasons to convince himself and even others to take this punch on his own initiative.

Then, he explained the whole story with a sincere face, and then acted like a doormat to win the sympathy of the girls onlookers, yum yum yum, yum yum yum—

But Oda Shingo is not of this temper!

"No slaps in the face!" Oda Shingo suddenly raised his arm and blocked Ryota Sato's fist.

"You still dare to resist?!" Ryota Sato's eyes widened and he raised his right fist again.

Snap.

Oda Shingo was even more dexterous this time. When his elbow hit Sato Ryota's elbow, the opponent's arm completely deviated from the direction, and his fist was powerless and inaccurate.

Oda Shingo pulled away from the wall and looked at Ryota Sato with a calm expression: "What I said is true. I have paid off the debt. Call your tutor or classmates. If nothing helps, look at my phone..."

He took out his mobile phone and tried to prove: "There are also online repayment records of other students. They are all absent and cannot repay in person. You..."

"You're really trying to deceive people!" Ryota Sato rushed up and beat him again.

Oda Shingo curled his lips and stood still.

Bang bang bang bang——

It's not about playing poker, it's about completely neutralizing the opponent's attack with both hands.

Why? not bad. Oda Shingo thought to himself that the system's passivity was as if I had been practicing Bajiquan for more than ten years.

A person who is proficient in Bajiquan will naturally use a crushing defense when facing an ordinary person with no attack skills.

Defend at the same time and explain at the same time.

Passers-by gradually began to gather around.

No one stopped the fight, and no one pointed out. Most of them just watched from a distance, and the few who spoke were whispering.

This made Oda Shingo very uncomfortable.

There is not even a single person to stop the fight. How can Japan have the nerve to say that it is a country of etiquette? No wonder there is a saying that most Japanese people are warm on the outside but cold on the inside.

But Sato Ryota was obviously in a hurry and couldn't listen to the words at all. He screamed and rushed towards him: "You guy!"

Oda Shingo was helpless. You still have to beat me up? Okay, okay, don’t think about it!

Can I bear this injustice? I just learned Bajiquan!

He used the technique of holding the top, lifting, shoulder, and wrestling.

Paji——

Ryota Sato lay face down on the ground.

Oda Shingo pushed his knee against his back blade and caught him with his elbow.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ryota Sato screamed.

"Can you listen to me now?" Oda Shingo repeated what he just said, "Do you understand?"

With the blessing of the system's ability, Oda Shingo felt that he was incredibly powerful, and dealing with Sato was like catching a chicken.

As expected, if he doesn't understand the words, he must use physical methods to make him understand.

"Listen, I understand..." Ryota Sato finally became honest.

Only then did Oda Shingo let him go.

After understanding what he said, he stood up and bowed to Ryota Sato, who was still lying on the ground: "I have been in debt for a long time, and I have caused you all kinds of trouble. I am really sorry. I have paid off the debt and interest. I’m grateful for the kindness I received from borrowing money before.”

After he finished doing this, he helped Sato up.

Under the shocked and frightened eyes of the other party, Oda Shingo picked up the handbag and left.

But before he could walk out of the alley, a black shadow like half a hill blocked his sight.

It was a burly middle-aged man with a shaved head but a full beard, wearing a white training uniform from the dojo, who stood in front of Oda Shingo.

"You kid, Bajiquan is good!" The rough voice was deafening.