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

Chapter 100: Two Heroines, I salute you

Oda Shingo returned to the box.

The first thing we see is the gathering of the three giants, Vice President Oyama, Director Hyakki, and Director Mikami.

They actually moved the table separately and formed a small circle to drink.

This kind of thing does happen, especially when there are many people in a company, among some traditional senior executives, some things should only be discussed in a small circle.

Looking again, the other young people naturally knew what to do and did not disturb them. They sat in a circle and ate separately.

Anyway, Vice President Xiaoshan ordered a lot of food, and there was even a separate cart for them to be used at any time.

Namikaze Yuzuru and Toudou Kaoru pulled out their own empty tables and created their own little world for the three of them.

"Hey, come here, what are you standing there for?"

Fujido Kaoki immediately called Oda Shingo.

Oda Shingo nodded and walked over, looking at the new seating arrangement as he walked.

Gouda Takeshi and his male assistant Suneo are closer, forming a circle of two.

Reiko sat alone in her seat, in a daze.

Assistant Okita had already placed the wrapped sign next to the table.

He held the mouse in his left hand and the wine glass in his right hand, and kept grinning as he looked at the computer screen.

As for the two foreign helpers under Gouda Takeshi, Nobukata and four other semi-professional cartoonists, a total of six people formed a small circle. But when they saw Oda Shingo coming in, they all nodded slightly in greeting.

Oda Shingo also returned the greeting politely before sitting down next to Namikaze Yuzuru and Fujido Kaoru.

However, the situation was a bit problematic now, as my table had been moved between the two women. As for who did it, it was obvious.

Namikaze Youhe's face was very gloomy, and I don't know if this was the reason.

"You don't have to look at Namikaze-kun's expression. It's not because of me, but because of Minister Hyakki." Fujido Kaoru whispered in Oda Shingo's ear, "Just now, while you were away, Minister Hyakki actually spoke directly to us."

"Oh? What did you say?" Oda Shingo asked curiously.

"He asked us to drink, and said that the store owner would not do anything for his sake, and that he could also deal with the local police station."

Oda Shingo sneered: "The weasel is paying New Year's greetings to the chicken."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"This is a Chinese proverb. Imagine that during the Chinese New Year, a weasel goes to the chicken's house and knocks on the door to say, 'I'm here to celebrate the New Year. Let's go to the temple together to pray for good luck.' What is the weasel's plan? Isn't it clear?"

"Hahaha, this description is so apt!" Fujido Kaoru reached out and tapped Oda Shingo on the arm.

Namikaze Youhe also laughed.

"How did you respond to him?" asked Oda Shingo.

Fujido Kaoru reached out and took the snail from Oda Shingo's desk, dug out the snail meat, then pinched the thick snail shell with a few fingers and smiled at Oda Shingo.

clack clack-

The extremely solid shell of the conch was crushed by her, and she even kept crushing it back and forth, making a sound of further crushing...

"Don't, don't hurt your hands. The snail shell is very sharp." Oda Shingo quickly stopped him.

Fujido Kaoru dusted off his hands and gathered the remaining shells together nonchalantly: "It's okay, I know how to exert my strength. My dad has been letting me practice with this since I was ten years old."

Are you her biological child? Oda Shingo wanted to ask this question, and at the same time he noticed that there was already a pile of broken snail shells on her table in a small plate.

"Then Namikaze Yuzuru..." Oda Shingo turned his head to the other side.

He noticed that there seemed to be two small puncture marks on Namikaze Youhe's desk?
Without explaining, Namikaze Youhe actually reached out and picked up the tool for eating snail meat on the table - the bipedal tweezers.

Then, very neatly, she thrust it into the table.

Bang—a soft sound.

The tweezers sank into the wooden tabletop, leaving only the tail of the inverted V-shaped metal...

Then, Namikaze Youhe stretched out a chopstick, inserted it into the hole formed by the inverted V shape and the table top, and pushed it upwards.

It should have been very difficult to pull out the tweezers, but she did it with ease.

That's why there were two puncture marks on the table just now. Oh, now there are four...

The store won't ask us to pay for it, right? They probably didn't notice it, Oda Shingo thought. Anyway, if there's anything, let them find Vice Minister Koyama. "...I toast to the two ladies." Oda Shingo picked up the beer glass on the table.

No wonder Minister Baigui never looks over here again. Who can afford to offend him?

Also, I'd better not owe them wages in the future...

Seeing that Oda Shingo was about to toast, Fujido Kacheng raised his eyebrow and smiled: "You want to get us drunk?"

"No, no, just drink the juice." Oda Nobuo laughed dryly.

Fujido Kaoru just laughed: "No guts."

"At this age, you should drink juice." Namikaze Youhe is very honest.

She also remembered that her father had taught her since childhood that drinking would cause trouble.

After taking a big sip of juice, Fujido Kaoru said happily: "Teacher Oda, your work is really amazing!"

"It's our work." Oda Shingo said, "Didn't you see the author's name is Oda Shingo, Crane, and Tachibana?"

"Haha! Yes, yes, we are really brothers!" Fujido Kaoru came over, put his arm around Oda Shingo's shoulders and clinked glasses with him.

This is the Great Evil Emperor, Oda Nobuo thought to himself as he felt the pain on his arm.

On the other side, Namikaze Youhe also handed over the cup.

Her face turned a little red and her lips moved, but she couldn't say anything.

It was her first time toasting in a foreign land, and she was really not good at speaking.

"Thank you for your hard work, Namikaze-kun." Oda Shingo smiled and clinked glasses with her.

Namikaze Youhe's face turned even redder.

They both drank.

"Cough... cough cough!" Namikaze Youhe choked and seemed very nervous. He quickly turned around and coughed.

Oda Shingo subconsciously reached out and rubbed her back.

Namikaze Youhe's body jerked violently, like a pet being petted by its owner for the first time, and he felt very sensitive and his fur was standing on end, but he did not run away...

"Hey, hey, pat my back with a little more force. Are you petting a cat?" Fujido Kaoru blamed Oda Shingo.

"Oh oh." Oda Shingo increased his strength.

It felt so smooth and soft to the touch. Although there was no direct contact with the skin and there was a shirt between them, the smooth curve of the back still made Shingo Oda's heart move.

It hurts a little again...

But with this distraction, it seemed that the force used was a bit too much and seemed to have pushed against some obstruction under the shirt.

Click, so slight, almost no sound, just the sound of a mechanism being opened.

Namikaze Youhe's body stiffened, and in an instant, her arms were clamped to her sides...

Oda Shingo also stopped moving, as if he was standing still.

"Hello? Has time stopped for you two?" Fujido Kaoru was curious.

Oda Shingo withdrew his hand awkwardly.

"I, I'll go wash my hands." Namikaze Youhe stood up quickly and rushed out like a gust of wind.

Except for Oda Shingo and Fujido Kaoru, everyone else was stunned. It felt like something had happened, but it also felt like nothing had happened...

"You guy, did you do something secretly?" Fujido Kaoru held Oda Shingo's wrist.

Oda Shingo looked wronged: "Hey, hey, you are right next to me, and there are so many people around, how can I do this?"

Fujido Kaoru's eyes lit up: "Oh? If I'm not here, there won't be so many people..."

"Stop gossiping! You're not suitable to be a comic assistant. How about becoming an 18th-tier gossip reporter?"

Fujido Kaoru nodded seriously: "I have considered it, but I still prefer comics. I don't like the messy entertainment industry, and my dad would probably beat me to death."

Just say you are not my biological child, Oda Shingo rolled his eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed:
In the distance, Saburo Mikami was fidgeting while talking to Vice President Koyama, with cold sweat on his forehead...

(End of this chapter)