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

Chapter 422: Cells at Work! Black from the perspective of a hard-working worker

"Black really has a dark feel to it! Are these cells just workers?"

“Why do I feel this manga is better than Cells at Work!”

"It has substance. The more I think about this comic, the more interesting it becomes."

"That's not the connotation. I understood it right away. It means that if a person doesn't take care of his body, the working environment of the cells in his body will become like hell."

Many comic fans couldn't help but feel deeply moved when looking at some of the close-ups, especially the close-ups of red blood cells falling into gastric juice.

“There are no cute characters, but the shock to my heart is even stronger! Especially when my companion red blood cell fell helplessly into the gastric juice, I felt like crying.”

"I love this comic, I'm going to let my kids who stay up late read it more!"

"Yes, yes! My husband also likes to stay up late, which is really harmful to his body!"

The two episodes published in the first week caused a small stir in the comics industry.

[Oda Shingo has produced another masterpiece! 】

[Every move is extraordinary, the Demon King is always trustworthy! 】

[The dark story of cells has a different flavor. 】

Almost all comic critics gave it high praise.

Of course, there are also many comic critics who just want to attract attention, or who specialize in criticizing others and attracting fans, and they also say strange things.

[It's just a little dark, and people without much experience will exclaim that this work is amazing! ]

[A dark plot is added to the original work, but compared to the real dark plot, it is not worth mentioning at all! 】

[Thousands of cells are consumed every day, and only a few die. Is it worth making such a fuss? ! ]

Of course, this comic critic was immediately criticized by Oda Shingo's fans.

However, it also gained a lot of traffic, which can be considered a small gain, but it will be difficult to whitewash it in the future.

"Congratulations! Nobuo! You succeeded again!" Saburo Mikami called to congratulate him.

"Okay, did the Department of Culture say anything?"

"They asked me to pass on this message to express their gratitude. They hope that you can continue to make use of your expertise to educate the public through comics, and achieve the effect of combining cultural education with comic entertainment."

"This is expected." Oda Shingo thought about it.

It is still slightly less than satisfactory. At least the tone of social discussion that I hope for is a bit biased.

Didn't anyone notice the tendency of this comic? Oda Shingo thought.

He hid a lot of hints in "Cells at Work! BLACK".

Especially for the situation of working people, it is not so terrifying when you think about it carefully, but it also has a relatively obvious reference.

But everyone is still used to seeing the entertainment value of Shingo Oda's comics. After all, compared to the more profound Parasyte, it has been half a year.

No rush, let the bullets fly for a while, Oda Shingo thought confidently.

"Um... Nobuo, does my sister plan to move back home?" Saburo Mikami asked in a low voice on the phone.

"How would I know that? Why are you asking me?" Oda Shingo felt that he was asking the wrong person.

"My sister is in your hands."

"Hey, I'm not a kidnapper."

"But your studio started with hand-painting, and she has always wanted to be your apprentice. Isn't that the same thing?"

"Sure enough, Yuuko Mikami's problem of making people misunderstand her words started with you." Oda Shingo thought to himself that although Japanese was not profound, there were still many things that could easily lead to misunderstandings. He said with contempt, "I won't talk to you anymore. I still need to study in depth with Namikaze Yukaku how to be profound..."

"How about you mention other women in front of your brother-in-law? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"I'm hanging up." Oda Shingo put down the phone expressionlessly.

Then, facing the gaze from Yuko Mikami, he shrugged helplessly.

"Brother, I'm sorry to have troubled you, Mr. Oda." Yuko Mikami stood up and bowed respectfully to apologize, "If you need to apologize, I'm willing to do my best..." "Don't bring any ulterior motives." Fujido Kaoru interrupted.

This week, there has been some discussion about Shingo Oda's new manga, but it's not enough.

Next, "cmapion" serialized episodes 1 and 2, further expanding the scope of publicity.

Some Internet geeks who usually don't pay attention to official media took notice of this comic.

"A new manga by Oda Shingo? Worth a read."

"Don't you think the new heroine is pretty cool? The white-haired uniform is so tempting! And there's a big scar on her chest!"

"I agree. Let's shake hands, brother. We are in the same boat!"

"I don't like the male lead very much, but I like the female lead. It's really too big and makes me dizzy."

"You're not a bacteria, why are you dizzy? It's really exciting to think that there may be countless white blood cells like this in my body!"

Ryohei Miyanari is an office worker who got off the last subway in the middle of the night, swaying with fatigue.

The wind in early winter was bone-chillingly cold, and he couldn't help shivering in his thin suit.

Passing by a night food stall, the steaming noodle soup made him swallow his saliva.

However, the financial constraints of life made him suppress his desire. Even if it was a 500 yen stall noodles, he had to be careful with his budget.

For the same price, you might as well buy a 500ml bottle of pine, bamboo and plum to make yourself more comfortable...

He walked out of the supermarket carrying the bottle of wine and lit a young leaf cigarette.

A puff of blue-gray smoke emerged from between the nostrils, and the sparks brought insignificant warmth.

The smoke from cheap tobacco leaves brings a burning and irritating feeling to the chest and lungs.

He staggered towards the shack, which was worse than a motel, and used a key to open a nearly rusty lock.

The shabby door opened and he pulled the old-fashioned lamp cord.

The moment the dim light came on, he puffed out another puff of thick snuff.

Then he kicked the door shut and fell like mud onto the bed that took up almost the entire space of the room.

He unscrewed the bottle and took a big sip.

As a spicy feeling came over his throat, he coughed twice.

A few months ago, Miyanari Ryohei didn't smoke or drink.

But since he started working, the tremendous pressure of life has made him almost unable to straighten his back.

“The working environment in Tokyo is terrible!”

Life in Tokyo is not as good as I imagined.

There are endless tasks to complete every day, and if something goes wrong, you have to take the blame, and there is no overtime pay for overtime work...

I get scolded like a dog by my boss during the day, and I get tired like a dog after working overtime until late at night. When I go home, I crawl into a doghouse-like place, and then I can only numb my tired spirit with alcohol and cigarettes.

He opened his phone in a daze, flicked through the pages casually, took a sip of wine from time to time, and prepared to fall asleep in a drunken state like he did in the past.

The page leads to a comic strip.

The white-haired girl in uniform has a seductive and touching chest.

"I don't have money to read the book, so let's just try this..." Gong Chengliangping muttered.

As my stomach was empty, I got drunk quickly.

However, the plot of the comics gradually attracted him.

"This body environment is too bad!" The red blood cell complained, which stunned Gong Chengliangping.

(End of this chapter)