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

Chapter 573 Please join me in cheering

Everyone was surprised by the speed with which Oda Shingo could produce his manuscripts.

The editors of Springfield Bookstore even did some special research. The chief editor spread out a stack of materials in his office: "Teacher Oda's own storyboards are very fast, and then he gives the main writing tasks to the three assistants around him. For example, Yuko Mikami is responsible for "Dragon Ball."

"So he conceived the plot like a shot? Like a soccer goal, full of power? So his subordinates naturally worked very fast?"

"There is also a team of assistants stationed outside, who are not with us and work remotely and electronically."

"I really want to slap those lazy authors under me! Look at Mr. Oda!"

Even the editors of Qunying Society knew about his speed.

The editor-in-chief of the main publication department of Qunyingsha stood up suddenly from the table, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead: "How is it possible?! It has reached 20 chapters a week? This is an average of more than 3 chapters a day!"

After hearing the latest report, are the statistics so terrifying?
"Is he still human?"

"He really is the Great Devil!"

"If it were my cartoonist, he would be lucky if he could write three chapters a week!"

The editors of Qunying Society were talking about it, and the atmosphere was filled with despair.

The headquarters still wants us to fight against such a monster?

Don't be ridiculous! This is not just a complete defeat of ordinary cartoonists, but a dimensionality reduction attack!

The editors of Qunyingsha fell silent. No one spoke, only sighs echoed in the conference room. Oda Shingo's studio seemed to have become a mythical existence, and his efficiency was as incredible as his work.

"I heard..." a new editor whispered, "I heard that he only sleeps four hours a day and spends the rest of the time working."

"Yeah," someone chimed in, "What I heard is that he doesn't even need sleep!"

This is such a rumor that the editors naturally refuse to believe it.

This confrontation was almost an impossible task for them. Oda Shingo was not an ordinary human cartoonist, but a nearly perfect creative machine. His efficiency and the quality of his works formed a terrible synergy that made all competitors despair.

"The headquarters is asking us whether we need to expand the number of pages." The editor-in-chief frowned.

The editors looked at him in surprise.

This means that more comic content is needed to fill the extra pages.

"What the headquarters wants to do is..." an editor asked cautiously, "is forcing our cartoonists to do this?"

The editor-in-chief closed his eyes and said in a tragic voice, "Headquarters means that we must fight. But to be honest, I'm not sure if we can hold on..."

The conference room fell silent again.

It’s not a question of whether we can hold on, but whether our cartoonists can hold on and will rebel!
Tokyo outside the window was still bustling with traffic, but everyone seemed to have seen it.

In this city of steel and concrete, a man named Shingo Oda is creating his comics at an almost crazy speed, as if to declare to the entire industry:
This is the rhythm of my comic creation as Shingo Oda.

Either you are crushed to death by me!

Or kneel down and sing Conquer!
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Everything seems in order in Shingo Oda's studio.

In the studio's living room, sunlight shines through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows onto the white walls, creating a bright scene.

Oda Shingo raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window. There was a trace of fatigue in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by determination. He took a deep breath and continued to devote himself to creation. He had only one thought in his mind: to complete more manuscripts and make his work more perfect.

At least earn back the mortgage as soon as possible, it’s not a pleasant feeling to be in debt!

Yuko Mikami is drawing the main part of Dragon Ball. Her movements are equally skillful, and her eyes are full of seriousness. Namikaze Yukaku and Fujido Kaoru are also busy on their respective manuscripts, with concentration and satisfaction on their faces.

However, Youhe would look at Oda Shingo from time to time. After working for an afternoon, she looked at the clock, put down her pen and walked to Oda Shingo:
"Shingo, you're too tired."

"Yeah, it's okay." Oda Shingo responded, but he was still concentrating on drawing the storyboard, and the slight bloodshot in his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue.

"You must take a break. I'll get you something to eat. In the meantime, put down your pen." Namikaze Youhe reminded.

She did not take any direct action to stop Oda Shingo.

But when Oda Shingo heard her say that, he stopped painting and said, "Well, you should take a break too."

A relieved smile appeared on Namikaze Youzuru's face. She turned and walked into the kitchen and started preparing sushi and green tea.

Her movements were skillful and gentle, and every step was full of care. Soon the afternoon tea was served to Oda Shingo.

When she walked back, she was satisfied to confirm that Oda Shingo had not continued to work secretly.

Oda Shingo didn't hesitate and started eating.

The rice was soft and sticky, the fish was delicious, and paired with a little mustard and soy sauce, the taste was just right. He raised his head and looked at Namikaze Youhe with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Youhe, it's great to have a girlfriend like you."

My tired body seems to be recovering quickly. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but it feels more effective than the system’s energy potion.

"No, I'm hungry too—" Fujido Kaoru leaned out of her seat and rubbed her sore eyes. There was a hint of ridicule in her eyes, "Shingo, you're moving too fast. I can't bear it anymore."

Oda Shingo rolled his eyes at this frivolous big rabbit fairy and said, "You'll get used to it. Don't be lazy, you still have a lot of manuscripts to finish."

Namikaze Youzuru went to the kitchen again and quickly placed a freshly made sushi in front of Fujido Kaoru: "Add some more."

"Thank you, Sister Youhe!" Fujido Kaoru hurriedly thanked her, but her eyes were fixed on the manuscript paper on the table without blinking, "But I have to finish drawing this storyboard first, and then I can eat later."

The studio was busy again.

The next day, the studio was still busy with work.

This is also the norm in comic studios.

Oda Shingo continued to draw the storyboard for the next episode. His pen tip flew across the paper, and he had only one thought in his mind: to finish more manuscripts as soon as possible and make his work more perfect.

At the same time, in every corner of Tokyo, countless comic fans are looking forward to the next update of "Dragon Ball". They believe that this author who serializes at an astonishing speed will definitely bring them more exciting stories.

For Shingo Oda's studio, this night was just one of countless intense workdays. His team was ready to do their best to reach the highest peak in the comics world.

Yuko Mikami focused on drawing the details of the characters in "Dragon Ball". Her brush danced quickly on the paper, and the lines were precise and powerful; Namikaze Yukaku was polishing the dialogues and flipping through the comic settings in her hands from time to time; Fujido Kaoru was responsible for processing the picture effects, and her eyes were almost glued to the screen, for fear of missing any details.

When it was time to rest in the evening, Oda Shingo walked to the window, stretched his tired body, and looked at the night view of Tokyo.

The neon lights in the distance were flickering, reflecting on the glass like countless dancing stars.

He took a deep breath, his heart filled with peace and confidence.

Reaching the top is bound to be difficult and the intensity of work is beyond imagination, but he knows that this effort will eventually bring results.

When a masterpiece on Earth wins countless astonishments in this world with a more perfect posture, this sense of satisfaction will be irreplaceable.

"Thank you for your hard work, but there are still many comic tasks that we need to work hard to complete." Oda Shingo turned around and said seriously to his three female assistants: "Please work hard with me!"

(End of this chapter)