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

Chapter 25: I don’t understand, but I have to protect my home
This afternoon, Namikaze Yukaku did not have the second phase of classes, so he rushed to the Oda family early.

She even ran and jumped quickly in places where there were no one around or passing by, trying to get back to work as quickly as possible.

Arriving at the shabby apartment next to the tram tracks, she was about to knock on the door excitedly...

A faint fragrance drifted to the nostrils.

There's a woman!
There was a flash of sharpness in Namikaze Youhe's eyes.

Smash the door! Open the door!
Enter the house! A quick scan! No outsiders were found, especially no women!
But! The cabinet door is closed!
"Teacher Oda, let me hang up my windbreaker." She quickly opened the closet door.

nobody.

Namikaze Youhe was disappointed.

No! I'm not disappointed, at least not with Oda-sensei.

She didn't know why, but she felt much more at ease.

While pretending to be unhurried while hanging up her windbreaker, she asked casually, "Teacher Oda, did anyone knock on the door just now?"

"Oh, two female community patrol police officers knocked on the door. They are the security inspection." Oda Shingo sat back at the table and continued drawing.

"Policewoman..." Namikaze Youhe hung up his windbreaker with a smile on his face.

She reached out again and deliberately placed the clothes hanger horizontally.

Well, the closet is full and there is no room for anything else.

She turned around with a satisfied smile and saw the fruit basket on the table.

"Hey? Police officers give out fruit baskets when they patrol now?"

"Oh, that was sent by the landlord." replied Oda Shingo.

Then, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and saw that Namikaze Youhe seemed to be furious.

The hair fluttered suddenly in an instant.

The feeling Oda Nobuo had at that moment was like a hen seeing its nest occupied, with all its feathers standing up!
However, when Oda Shingo turned his head and looked carefully, it seemed to be his own illusion...

Namikaze Youhe smiled, seemingly without any emotion. Her long hair also flowed softly behind her, showing no problem.

Well, it must be an illusion, Oda Shingo thought.

Namikaze Youzuru smiled and asked, "Teacher Oda, didn't you just mention the policewoman knocking on the door?"

"Yes, there was only a female police officer." Oda Shingo shrugged, "The landlady didn't knock on the door."

Bofeng Youhe: "..."

Oda Shingo suddenly felt a little cold, like the cold wind before a storm.

But without realizing anything more, Oda Shingo continued, "She came here to express her condolences, and she didn't come in, but stood outside the door and gave me the fruit basket."

Namikaze Youhe said "oh" and returned to the table.

He sniffed hard, as if to confirm something.

Oda Shingo didn't take it seriously and continued painting: "The fruit looks good, try it."

"Teacher Oda, you haven't eaten yet?"

Oda Shingo said casually: "Of course I have to wait for you to come and eat together."

Bofeng Youhe: "..."

Hmm? It feels like a rainbow has appeared somewhere in the clear sky? Oda Shingo looked up in confusion.

It must be an illusion. Namikaze Youzuru stood by the table, looking down at the fruit basket, without any special expression.

"Eat quickly."

"Did the landlady buy it?"

"Ah, you haven't seen it. She's a very pretty, very dignified woman, and very thoughtful... This fruit has been cut, it won't taste good if it's left out for too long."

"No more eating." Namikaze Yuzuru sat back at the table. What am I doing? Mr. Oda is not my boyfriend, why should I...

"? It's a very good fruit, hurry up and eat it. If you don't eat it, I will." Oda Nobuo put down his pen and took a break.

"..." Namikaze Yuzuru watched Oda Shingo pick up the fork and move towards a piece of cut dragon fruit.

I don’t know why, but I’m just unhappy!
Snapped--

She reached out and grabbed another fork as fast as lightning, snatching the dragon fruit piece away.

Oda Shingo didn't take it seriously and reached for the pineapple chunks again.

Whoosh—the pineapple chunks disappeared and reappeared in Namikaze Yukaku’s mouth.

Okay, you eat it, Oda Shingo shrugged and looked at the cut watermelon pieces again.

Namikaze Youhe also stretched out his left hand and danced with another fork, now using both forks at the same time.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

In Oda Shingo's eyes, after a dazzling series of movements, the fruit basket was empty.

Namikaze Youhe's mouth was filled to the brim, and he rolled his eyes, but he still ate it all stubbornly...

"Poor child, I've been so sorry to you these days. Look how hungry you are." Oda Shingo sighed and stood up to help Namikaze Youhe tap his back.

But he still didn't take out any cash to compensate for the overdue editorial fees, and he was not aware of his problem at all.

Or is this considered maturity?

The headquarters of Qun Ying Society.

"Another batch of rubbish, except for this one..." An editor was holding the envelope of "One Punch Man" in his hand, feeling a little hesitant.

He is the review editor of the Shoujia Award, but not the follow-up editor.

There is something to this.

According to Qunyingsha's tradition, the comics editor is one-to-one. If the editor likes the manuscript, he will be responsible for signing the contract and directly contacting the author. The subsequent guidance, publication and even KPI profit are directly related.

If some editors choose the right manuscript, they can really make a living from it for the rest of their lives.

However, the reviewers of the Shoujia Award cannot enjoy this kind of treatment, and therefore cannot be directly linked to the profits of the works.

This was originally intended to ensure the purity of the Shoujia Award, but unfortunately, this society is very realistic and editors have no motivation.

"Let's take a look at the author." The editor checked the author's identity sheet in the envelope. "Oda Shingo, studying at Tokyo University of the Arts?"

Humph! I didn’t expect it to be this nasty school! The review editor immediately closed the envelope and threw it aside.

I graduated from the glorious Kyoto Seika University, which is something you, who graduated from Tokyo University of the Arts, can never achieve!
Kyoto Seika University is the first school in Japan to establish an animation major, but it is a private school and has always been in competition with the national Tokyo University of the Arts.

From the industry's reputation to the power circle, it has an impact. Even in the three major animation clubs, each has its own small gang.

This is Japan's unique social rule, and the Tokyo police, as a direct line of the University of Tokyo, has responded to it three times in a row.

The top management of Qun-Eisai is mainly composed of graduates from the Tokyo University of the Arts, which means that those who graduate from Kyoto Seika University will inevitably have a less smooth career development.

This review editor was full of resentment. He always felt that he was trapped in the position of award review and could not enter the circle of regular journal editors because of his university background.

Now with this work by a student from Tokyo University of the Arts, he now screens it out without hesitation.

However, the review process is interactive, and other editors will intervene. If someone else takes a fancy to it...

The review editor frowned and glanced at the thick envelope of One Punch Man.

"Excuse me, the web department would like to take some screened-out comic manuscripts as lecture samples. Sorry to bother you seniors." An assistant from the web department came to apply for the manuscripts.

The review editor, who graduated from Kyoto Seika University, had a cunning look behind his glasses.

"Here, these are the manuscripts that have been screened out." He pointed casually, slightly tilted, and led the young assistant to the pile of errors.

Then, he looked at the manuscript of "One Punch Man" with satisfaction, which was taken away as a rejected manuscript.

Ahaha! Seniors and predecessors, I have made my own contribution to the development of Kyoto Seika University!
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