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

A shabby apartment next to the tram tracks.

"I'm home. I'm finally home!" Shingo Oda stood in the middle of the room, feeling as if he were in another world.

It was like the isolation that he had just come across, everything was a little unreal.

"Let me cook!" Fujido Kaoru rolled up her sleeves and started to cook.

"Stay and eat together." Shingo Oda invited Assistant Okita warmly.

Assistant Okita was also a down-to-earth person, and bowed slightly: "Then I'll bother you."

Looking at what they were eating, Assistant Okita looked around curiously.

Except for the comic tools that were brought to the hospital and were still in the luggage, the rest could also show the general situation of their work on weekdays.

As for cooking, is there no separate place? The conditions are very difficult!

This shabby apartment, of course, has no kitchen, and the induction cooker is used to cook in the only bedroom, and the small rice cooker is responsible for cooking.

There is nothing special about rice, but the dishes are the cheapest seaweed, natto, and...

"I'm back." Namikaze Yukaku, who had just put down his luggage and went out, had already pulled a few bamboo shoots with mud and returned quickly, and his other hand was holding something.

"Oh! Is it pigeon eggs?" Oda Shingo shouted excitedly.

"Yes! Oda-kun."

Fujido Kaoshi walked over and took it: "Great! There are extra dishes!"

"..."

Assistant Okita's eyes widened and he couldn't speak for a long time.

When he first arrived at this simple room, he couldn't believe that this was the number one cartoonist's residence on the web list.

But seeing how simple their dishes were, Assistant Okita felt like he was in a refugee camp.

The meals for hospital patients are much better than this, right?

Otherwise, let's go back to the Tokyo University Hospital to stay for a few more days?

Assistant Okita was still in a daze, and Oda Shingo had already opened his luggage and started working.

"Hey, Okita, you can help me take a look. I made two storyboards. Which one is more bold?" Oda Shingo directly pulled Okita to work.

"Ah, okay!" Assistant Okita was a conscientious person and immediately started to cooperate with the work.

After all, Okita had been in the comics club for many years, and his vision was still good. Oda Shingo was very satisfied with his opinion. After selecting the better storyboard manuscript, he immediately distributed it to Namikaze Yukaku to start drawing in detail.

"Oda-kun, what do you want to express here?" Namikaze Yukaku would lean over and ask from time to time.

Oda Shingo and her heads were very close, but neither of them seemed to notice, just talking to themselves.

Assistant Okita looked at them with a smile on his face.

It was like a couple whispering in class.

He remembered that when he was young, he and his girlfriend were like this in class, often discussing quietly which comic book was good and how to draw it if they drew it themselves.

Of course, that girlfriend is now someone else's wife. The wife I married was my girlfriend's best friend at the time.

But this did not prevent me from missing that time, when I was a young boy who dreamed of becoming a cartoonist and worked hard to let many people see my cartoons.

That was the lost youth...

"It's time to eat!" Fujido Kaoru's voice.

Bomikaze Yukaku stood up and moved the painting tools very skillfully, cleared a table as a temporary dining table, and moved three chairs to the side.

Oda Shingo tried not to move because of his injury.

There were four people, and one chair was missing.

Then Bomikaze Yukaku stacked the two storage boxes together without Oda Shingo's instructions.

"I'll sit here." Assistant Okita went over very consciously. The honest man thought that he was an extra-staff member of this shabby apartment.

"You're welcome." Oda Shingo waved his hand and slowly sat on another chair.

After Bomikaze Yukaku stacked the storage boxes, he sat on it very naturally.

"How can I be so embarrassed? I'm really bothering you." Assistant Okita said politely.

Oda Shingo smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. This storage box may not be stable for you to sit on. Namikaze Yukaku's weight is not afraid of damage."

"Hey, I'm fine too." Fujido Kaoru protested while serving food.

Girls are still very sensitive to weight.

During the simple meal, Assistant Okita remembered that when he just graduated, he was also living a hard life as a cartoonist.

It was also at that time that his girlfriend in college left him and became a thing of the past.

But his ex-girlfriend's best friend accompanied him through the most difficult years in a difficult environment.

That was the lost youth...

Wife, you really worked hard at the beginning.

Okita took a bite of the free bamboo shoots dug from the green belt, and choked up quietly in his heart.

After the meal, Assistant Okita accompanied him to complete the review and finalization work before getting up to say goodbye.

Oda Shingo did not try to keep him. After all, he also had his own work, and it was good to be able to help.

When Oda Shingo slowly got up and went out the door to see Assistant Okita off, Assistant Okita whispered to him.

"Teacher Oda, these two girls are really great."

"Hmm? Ah, of course, they are both beautiful and capable."

"No, they must like you very much for being able to fight with you in such a difficult environment." Assistant Okita said with emotion, "I don't know much about China, but there is a saying that impressed me, that is, the wife who has shared the hardships is not polite..."

"..." Oda Shingo's forehead was full of black lines.

The wife who has shared the hardships cannot be abandoned!

"Both girls are good. Which one is right for you? Think carefully." Assistant Okita patted Oda Shingo on the shoulder, "I admire you for rejecting Minister Mikami's female assistant today. Did you consider their feelings?"

"...I said no, do you believe it?" Oda Shingo said awkwardly. He didn't want to deceive Assistant Okita, who was a real person.

"Ah?"

"I just think we have enough staff, and the conditions are really difficult. This is just what you see. There are also things you don't know, such as their assistant salaries. I basically wrote IOUs..." Oda Shingo briefly said.

"......!!!" Assistant Okita's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that such a thing could still happen in this era.

In such a difficult environment, two girls didn't get paid to accompany him to draw comics? !

Assistant Okita couldn't believe that there would be a black-hearted capitalist like Oda Shingo.

By the way, when he was drawing comics the hardest, it was his wife who worked to supplement the family income.

At that time, I was young and didn't know how to love my wife.

That is the lost youth...

"They are saints! Also, what I said just now that they must like you very much is wrong..." Assistant Okita patted Oda Shingo's shoulder again, "They must love you to the point of pain!"

"In the bones. No, that's not what I meant." Oda Shingo shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, your charm is too great. Anyway, come on! I will also help you find a solution at the comics club! See you next time!" Assistant Okita nodded vigorously and turned away.

Help me find a solution? Oda Shingo didn't understand for a while.

Assistant Okita returned to the comics club and went straight to Mikami Saburo's office.

Minister Mikami raised his head from a pile of work documents: "Oh! Okita-kun, you're back! Is everything going well for Oda Shingo's discharge from the hospital?"

"Minister! Please settle Oda Shingo's royalties quickly! Even if you haven't opened a subscription yet, you can settle the reward first!" Assistant Okita reported to the minister with a serious face.

Minister Mikami naturally didn't react, this was against the rules. "Huh? Why?"

"For the lost youth!"

"Huh???"