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

What is this sinner thinking about me when he looks at the chair! In the closet, Namikaze Yuzuru gritted his teeth, subconsciously put his hand on his waist, and touched the cold shuriken.

But Oda Shingo in the room turned around the new furniture and said to himself: "The wood surface of the chair is too hard. Will it be uncomfortable for girls to sit on it for a long time?"

Namikaze Yuzuru was stunned. Something seems wrong?

At this time, Oda Shingo went out again.

After she confirmed that Oda Shingo was far away, she quietly came out of the closet and began to check what was in the two bags he bought.

"Could it be some kind of picture album of a otaku? That guy's mind might be full of that kind of mess."

She looked through it carefully.

The light was not turned off, so it was very clear.

But unexpectedly, it was filled with painting tools and paper and the like.

"Could it be..." Namikaze Yuzuru widened his eyes.

A scene appeared in Namikaze Yukaku's mind: she was coerced into being his model, and then Oda Shingo opened the drawing board with a wicked smile...

That guy didn't take pictures, but drew them!

His thinking is really perverted!

Namikaze Yukaku deeply despised him.

But... something seems to be wrong.

How come most of these newly bought painting tools seem to be second-hand goods?

Second-hand goods, that is, second-hand goods, are cheaper.

Namikaze Yukaku also draws comics, so he knows very well how expensive brand new painting tools are. Second-hand goods can be as cheap as 80% off.

But since he bought second-hand goods, why did he buy new tables and chairs?

Namikaze Yukaku was puzzled.

She suddenly moved slightly in her heart, as if she thought of something.

But before she could think about it, Namikaze Yukaku's sensitive hearing had already detected footsteps.

Whoosh-she rushed back to the closet.

Nestling in the closet, Namikaze Yukaku quietly watched Oda Shingo come in and actually brought back a brand new seat cushion and a waist protector.

Oda Shingo carefully placed the seat cushion and waist guard on the new chair: "This way, Namikaze Yukaku will not get tired easily when sitting here to draw comics, right?"

"..." Namikaze Yukaku was unable to react for a long time.

It seemed, it seemed, what had I done wrong? Did he prepare it for me?

Next, she watched Oda Shingo group the painting tools on two tables, and the new ones were also placed on the new table, obviously preparing.

Then, he sat on the worn-out old chair and began to draw on the broken table.

Namikaze Yukaku was stunned.

Soon, from Oda Shingo's actions, it could be judged that he was drawing comics seriously.

Namikaze Yukaku noticed that something was wrong and began to try to recall.

Creating comics, working together, being the main writer teammate, storyboarding...

When Oda Shingo caught up with me, he did say something about creating comics, but my attention was on the social death of being discovered by my classmates buying books.

"Masaka..." Namikaze Yukaku was stunned, really want to invite me to join the comic creation team?

At this moment, Namikaze Yuzuru was keenly aware that someone else was coming.

Soon, heavy footsteps were heard, and the carefree steps landed on the broken iron floor of the cheap apartment.

Soon, there was another banging sound on the door, and a woman's charming voice came: "Hey, hey, the good stuff is delivered to your door."

It couldn't be this sinner... Well, maybe it shouldn't be called a sinner, but maybe it was really him who ordered [takeout]. Namikaze Yuzuru speculated in the cabinet.

Oda Shingo at the table stopped writing.

From memory, it was the voice of a shamatte girl who lived next door.

He didn't open the door, but just got up and walked to the door, opened the small observation window on the door panel, and responded through the door: "What's the matter?"

Outside was a woman in her 20s, dressed in a shamatte style, with dark circles under her eyes, and it was unknown whether it was due to fatigue or some very bad hobby.

Oda Shingo knew her, she was the tenant next door.

The shamatte girl blinked her eyes again and said in an ambiguous tone: "Little brother, sister has something good to sell you, how about it?"

A piece of clothing was shaking in her hand.

Liar! That's not yours! Oda Shingo, who has been an animation supervisor for many years and is familiar with the human body structure, saw through it at a glance.

Bang! The observation window was heavily closed by Oda Shingo.

"No money!"

The shamatte woman outside the door was stunned for a moment, and tried to seduce again but was ignored. Soon she roared loudly:

"You dead otaku!"

"You must have no money, why pretend to be a serious person!"

"Waste! Poor ghost! The real reason is that I don't like you!"

The shamatte woman slammed the door and left.

Oda Shingo in the room was not moved at all, and concentrated on drawing comics later.

Hum, I don't want to deal with women for the time being. Now I only have a career in my mind!

Namikaze Yukaku in the closet felt that he really misunderstood him.

He... seems to be very serious about drawing comics?

Under the light, it seems that the profile of this young man is... a little handsome?

The moment this thought came to her mind, Namikaze Yukaku shook her head quickly.

Uh... I should think about how to leave now... She was very embarrassed.

I can only wait for Oda Shingo to go to the toilet or something...

Time passed by minute by minute.

Gulp - I'm hungry.

There are just a few rice balls to fill my stomach. I noticed them when I was packing up just now.

"Salt rice balls? Fortunately, they expire tomorrow." Oda Shingo picked them up and looked at them carefully.

As a Chinese in my previous life, I am not used to cold food. Not to mention the dry rice balls seasoned with only salt.

Without a microwave or something to heat it up, Oda Shingo ate the cold rice balls bite by bite.

Eating cold food is a habit of the Japanese, and it is said that it is about the authenticity of taste.

While eating, Oda Shingo thought about how to expand the market.

"The Burial of Frillian is not suitable for me now." After serious thinking, Oda Shingo came to a conclusion.

In the current market, newcomers will be killed if they don't perform well in the third term.

This comic is not suitable for newcomers to create because of its slow pace, and editors and comic companies will not give it full trust.

The original work also persisted on Earth for several months before it became famous.

More importantly, Oda Shingo believes that he cannot support this work at present, whether in terms of funds or technology.

When he has achieved some success, he will build the glory of "The Burial of Frillian" with the best team, the best state and the highest investment.

As a newcomer, the fastest way to stand out is to create topics.

Shingo Oda smiled and began to quickly outline a plan in his mind.

As a well-known anime producer in his previous life, according to his current standards as a rookie comic author, his market operation ability belongs to the level of dimensionality reduction.

Having initial popularity on the web page, and then killing the weekly serialization with small funds and high efficiency, is the most suitable route for him.

Then the more suitable work is...

"ONE PUNCH MAN" One Punch Man!

The rice ball in his mouth seemed delicious.

After eating the rice ball, Shingo Oda boiled water according to his body's habits and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Fortunately, there are also the cheapest tea bags at the level of tea dregs.

"Hu——" White water mist floated up, and Shingo Oda felt that he was gradually getting used to his new identity while drinking the hot tea with a sigh.

It is said that there is another reason for eating cold food, that is, Japanese people are afraid of disturbing others. The smell of hot food evaporates greatly, so most students also eat cold lunch boxes at noon.

At this time, there was a very slight sound of footsteps.

It was the sound of wooden clogs stepping on iron plates.

Ta, ta, ta...

The footsteps of the person walking were actually very light, but the sound still easily penetrated the wallboard, fully demonstrating the characteristics of the shabby apartment.

Of course, compared to the woman before, she was already very ladylike.

Ta, ta.

The sound of knocking on the door was a very standard polite knocking method of one tap and two taps.

"Excuse me?" Oda Shingo naturally responded positively to such a graceful move.

A soft female voice came from outside the door: "Excuse me, it's me, Yukino Fuyu."

The speed of speech was neither fast nor slow, as if one could see a dignified woman's red lips slightly opened.

Oda Shingo's memory emerged.

This was the landlord's wife, Yukino Fuyu, who was obviously here to collect the rent.

The key point is that this beautiful landlord's name contains the word "Xue", and her husband has passed away...