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

Chapter 143 Your Money Is My Money
"I didn't expect that the first battle would be with a dog infected by an alien species!" Niwa Xiang quickly typed his thoughts on the keyboard.

This was a feeling he had to express. It had been a long time since he had seen such a surprising plot.

In the past, the comics that I could read from the beginning to the end were all inferior at this moment. It turns out that Oda-sensei's comics are the best!
After he clicked on the message, he didn't even look at what other people would say and went straight to watch the next plot.

Xiaoyou, who is parasitic on the right hand, forcibly pulls the protagonist Shinichi to escape.

And the dog's head was slowly splitting apart...

Niwa Sho guessed: "Will he chase after Shinichi and try to bite him to death?"

But the next scene in the comic made his eyes widen.

He believed that if Shinichi was present, no, even if it was anyone else, they would definitely react the same way as he did.

The dog's head turned into a huge bat-like wing, fluttered into the sky, and began to chase Xiaoyou and Shinichi.

Shinichi, who was hiding in a corner, looked up and saw the dog flying in the air like a bat, and immediately exclaimed: "No matter what, this is too exaggerated! !"

"Isn't this too exaggerated?!" Niwa Sho also exclaimed.

The author's imagination is amazing.

Next, an even more shocking scene came.

Xiao You suddenly stretched out and pulled towards the sky like a noodle!

But the tip of the noodle was a sharp claw, which went straight into the dog's abdomen and pulled out the heart!

Blood flew and scattered in the air!

Xiaoyou shrank back to Shinichi's side, and the separated dog heart was still beating.

The parasitic dog fell to the ground, convulsing, and quickly began to fail.

Shinichi was shocked for a long time.

But Xiao You, who had just killed his own kind, didn't feel sad at all...

The scene stayed on Shinichi washing his hands at the sink, and Niwa Sho breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon he pounced in front of the display screen again, clicking the mouse continuously to try to find more pages.

"No more? Give me some more! It's not enough, not enough, I want more!"

He randomly clicked the mouse and opened the barrage of messages.

For a moment, countless words such as [Not enough], [More to read], [What's next], [Update quickly], [The author's story is too short], etc., filled the entire page.

Sho Niwa feels the same way!
"Update quickly! Big brother who draws comics!" Niwa Sho talked to himself while his hands kept typing on the keyboard.

He left messages continuously: Please update!

Like it and leave it again: Update Ali Gadu.

I’ll give you a tip and leave a message again: Mr. Oda Shingo, please stop sleeping and update soon!
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Oda Shingo's studio.

Oda Shingo is still sleeping.

After an unknown amount of time, Oda Nobuo vaguely heard the sound outside the door again.

"He hasn't gotten up yet."

"Let Oda-kun get some more sleep. He works until after one."

"Wow, how did you know that?"

"Shh..."

Is this another dream? Oda Shingo wondered.

Feeling groggy, when the alarm clock set for seven o'clock rang, Oda Shingo opened his sleepy eyes.

"Get up!" He jumped up from the bed.

After washing up, I went downstairs lazily, but was shocked to see the working conditions below from the second floor.

The two women had already started working at their desks.

He hurried back to his room, changed out of his pajamas, and went downstairs in formal attire: "Hey? You guys came so early?"

Fujido Kaoki waved her hand cheerfully: "Breakfast is ready, I'll heat it up for you."

However, Namikaze Youzuru reached out to stop her, and raised his head to Oda Shingo upstairs and said, "It's only seven o'clock, Oda-kun, get some more sleep. Your eyes are red, and it's obvious that six hours of sleep is not enough to restore your strength."

“……”Oda Shingo scratched his head.

Something is wrong.

He immediately turned around and went back to the second-floor corridor and looked at each room one by one.

When I pushed open the door of the first room, I was indeed filled with the scent of a girl.

The room already smells delicious.

There was even a pendant hanging in front of the door. It was a handwritten note and a printed form.

[Sign this before you enter my room!] Next to it was a stick figure of a girl’s face and a fist…

Needless to say, everyone knows whose room this is.

Look at the formatted paper again: [Wedding Day]!

This is a document signed by the bride and groom when applying for marriage in Japan.

Oda Shingo: “…”

Then, he looked very accurately at the relative position, the other room next to his own.

As expected, someone has checked in.

The difference is that there is no obvious fragrance, it is just a very simple and bright girl's room.

Oda Shingo rolled his eyes and went back downstairs.

"If you take a shower at night, remember to lock the door. If you go to bed at night, remember not to go through the wrong door." Oda Shingo reminded expressionlessly.

The two women exchanged glances. This guy actually discovered it so quickly.

But I didn't chase you away, you're smart.

"Hey, Mr. Oda, why didn't you remind us to lock the door at night? Could it be..." Fujido Kaoru approached Oda Shingo with a sly look.

Oda Shingo put his hand on her forehead and pushed her away directly: "I will cherish the love when it comes, but before the love comes, I want to make money well."

The work continues.

From the perspective of painting skills, "Parasyte" was drawn faster than "One Punch Man".

Especially those who are more knowledgeable about muscles and bones. Therefore, Oda Shingo's paintings took shape quickly. He just happened to have specialized in this area and studied intensively, and he put his knowledge into practice.

The finished product samples obtained in the previous life were like a tiger with wings that greatly increased the speed of drawing storyboards. Coupled with the systematic efficiency multiplier, up to 15 drafts could be produced every day.

But the finished manuscript did not come so quickly.

"Teacher Oda, your storyboard came out very quickly, but there were a lot of revisions later. Is there any reason for that?" Namikaze Yuzuru noticed that Oda Shingo's speed was different from usual.

In the past, he was always very fast, why is he so slow these two days?

"I strive for perfection. I don't want to polish shoes for others. Of course, I will just need to complete fifty pages per week as planned." Oda Shingo explained.

It was indeed slower than expected because Oda Shingo set very high standards for himself.

As a time-travelling protagonist, you can plagiarize, but you can't plagiarize everything. This is his work principle.

On the basis of ensuring the essence of the original work, he adds his own understanding and development. This is his way.

His pursuit is to make Parasyte, which was originally serialized hastily and failed to reach perfection, closer to perfection.

Comics have nothing to do with faith, but comics are above faith!

While Fujido Kaoru was in the bathroom, Namikaze Youzuru continued to ask with concern: "Oda-kun, although the current progress is indeed 50 pages per week, I am worried that your inspiration may not be able to keep up..."

"It's okay. My inspiration won't run out so easily." Oda Shingo said confidently.

Of course he is confident, even if someone loses their inspiration, he will not lose it.

However, Namikaze Youhe looked at him worriedly.

Is it because Fujido Kaoru and I moved in without permission that made him unhappy?

We are indeed too willful...

But if I don't move in, Fujido Kasumi will.

That stupid girl might not lock the door when taking a shower one night, or she might not wear pajamas properly or something like that...

Just like last night, I was so sleepy that I went to the wrong door when going to the bathroom.

Namikaze Yuzuru thought to himself, but still said softly to Oda Shingo: "Sorry, we moved in without permission."

"Ah, it's okay. You're here for work, too."

"Well... I will pay the rent for the accommodation!" Namikaze Youhe said firmly.

Oda Shingo was stunned for a moment, then he quickly laughed and said, "Why are you being polite? Your money is mine, isn't it?"

He thought, isn't it me who pays you? If you want rent, just deduct it directly, why bother to pay the rent?

But after hearing this, Bofeng Youhe thought differently.

He said, my money is his money.

"......Hmm!" Namikaze Youhe's eyes turned into crescent moons, and his mental power was max!

(End of this chapter)