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

Chapter 6 The beautiful takeout girls are here!

This sinner, what is he thinking about me while facing the chair! In the closet, Namikaze Youhe gritted his teeth, subconsciously put his hand on his waist, and touched the cold shuriken.

But Oda Shingo, who was inside the room, walked around the new furniture and said to himself, "The wood surface of the chair is too hard. Will it be uncomfortable for girls to sit on it for a long time?"

Bofeng Youhe was stunned. Something seemed to be wrong?
At this time, Oda Shingo went out again.

After she confirmed that Oda Shingo had gone far away, she quietly came out of the closet and began to check what was in the two bags he bought.

"Could it be some otaku's picture album? That guy's mind might be filled with that kind of mess."

She flipped through it carefully.

The lights were on and I could see very clearly.

But unexpectedly, it was filled with drawing tools, paper and other things.

“Could it be…” Namikaze Youhe widened his eyes.

A scene appeared in Namikaze Yuzuru's mind: he was forced to be his model by words, and then Oda Shingo opened the drawing board with a wicked smile...

That guy didn’t take pictures, he actually drew them!

His thinking is really perverted!

Namikaze Youhe felt deep contempt in his heart.

But...something seems wrong.

How come most of these newly bought painting tools seem to be second-hand items?

Second-hand goods are cheaper.

Namikaze Yukaku draws comics himself, so he knows very well how expensive new drawing tools are. Second-hand goods can be as cheap as 80% off.

But since he was buying second-hand goods, why did he buy new tables and chairs?

Bofeng Youhe was puzzled.

Suddenly, her heart moved slightly, as if she thought of something.

But there was no time to think about it, as Namikaze Youhe's sensitive hearing had already detected the footsteps.

Whoosh—she rushed back into the closet.

Hiding in the closet, Namikaze Youzuru quietly watched Oda Shingo come in, and he actually brought back a brand new seat cushion and a lumbar support.

Oda Shingo carefully placed the seat cushion and waist guard on the new chair: "This way, Namikaze Yukaku won't get tired easily when he sits here to draw comics, right?"

"..." Namikaze Youhe was unable to recover for a long time.

It seemed, it seemed, what had I done wrong? Was he preparing this for me?

Next, she watched Oda Shingo group the painting tools onto two tables, with new items among the painting tools also placed on the new table, obviously in preparation.

Then he sat down in the worn old chair and began to paint on the broken table.

Bofeng Youhe was stunned.

Soon, from Oda Shingo's actions, it can be judged that he is drawing comics seriously.

Namikaze Youhe noticed something was wrong and began to try hard to recall.

Creating comics, working together, writing as teammates, storyboarding...

When Oda Shingo caught up with me, he did say something about creating comics, but my attention was all on the social death of being discovered by classmates buying a book.

"Masaka..." Namikaze Youhe was stunned. Are they really going to invite me to join the comic creation team?

At this moment, Namikaze Youhe keenly noticed that someone else was coming.

Soon, there were heavy footsteps heard, and careless footsteps landed on the broken iron floor of the cheap apartment.

Soon there was another banging on the door, and a woman's charming voice came over: "Hey, hey, hey, the good stuff is delivered to your door."

It couldn't be this sinner... Well, maybe I shouldn't call him a sinner, but maybe he really was the one who ordered the [takeout]. Namikaze Youhe speculated in the closet.

Oda Shingo stopped writing at the table.

From memory, I could tell that this was the voice of a Shamatte girl who lived next door.

He didn't open the door, but stood up and walked to the door, opened the small observation window on the door, and responded through the door: "What's the matter?"

Outside was a woman in her 20s, dressed in a Shamatte style, with dark circles under her eyes, no one knew whether it was due to fatigue or some very bad hobby.

Oda Shingo knew her; she was the tenant next door.

The Shamatte girl blinked her eyes again and said in an ambiguous tone: "Little brother, sister has something good to sell you, how about it?"

A piece of clothing dangled in her hands.

Liar! That's not yours! Shingo Oda, who has been an animation director for many years and is familiar with the human body structure, saw through it at a glance.

Snap! Oda Shingo slammed the observation window shut.

"No money!"

The shamatte woman outside the door was stunned for a moment, then tried to seduce her but was ignored. Soon she roared in a loud voice: "You dead otaku!"

"You must be broke, why are you pretending to be a decent person!"

"You useless bastard! You poor bastard! It's true that I don't like you!"

The Shamatte woman slammed the door and then left.

Oda Shingo in the room was not moved at all and was concentrating on drawing the comics.

Humph, I don’t want to deal with women for the time being. Right now, the only thing on my mind is my career!
Namikaze Yuzuru, who was in the closet, felt that he had really misunderstood him.

He...seems to be very serious about drawing comics?

Under the light, the profile of this young man seems... a little handsome?
The moment this thought came to his mind, Namikaze Youhe quickly shook his head.

Uh... now I should think about how to leave... she was very embarrassed.

I can only wait for Oda Shingo to go to the toilet or something...

Time passed by minute by minute.

Gulp——I’m hungry.

There happened to be a few rice balls left to fill my stomach. I noticed them when I was packing up just now.

"Salt rice ball? Fortunately it won't expire until tomorrow." Oda Shingo picked it up and looked at it.

As a Chinese in my previous life, I am not used to cold food, not to mention dry rice balls seasoned only with salt.

Without a microwave or something to heat it up, Oda Shingo ate the cold rice ball bite by bite.

Eating cold food is a habit of the Japanese, and it is said to be about authentic taste.

While eating, Oda Shingo was thinking about how to expand the market.

"'The Burial of Frillian' is not suitable for me now." After careful consideration, Oda Shingo came to a conclusion.

In the current market, if a newcomer doesn’t perform well in the third round, he will be eliminated.

This comic is not suitable for newcomers because of its slow pace, and editors and comic companies will not give it full trust.

The original work also lasted a few months on Earth before gaining fame.

More importantly, Shingo Oda believes that he currently cannot support this work in terms of either funds or technology.

When I have achieved some success, I will use the best team, the best condition and the highest financial investment to build the glory of "The Burial of Frillian".

As a newcomer, the quickest way to stand out is to create topics.

Oda Shingo smiled and began to quickly outline a plan in his mind.

As a well-known anime producer in his previous life, according to his current standards as a new comic book author, his market operation capabilities are at the level of dimensionality reduction attack.

The most suitable route for you is to gain initial popularity on the web version and then use small budget and high efficiency to publish in weekly serialization.

Then the most suitable work is...

《ONE PUNCH MAN》One Punch Man!
The rice ball in my mouth seemed to taste delicious.

After eating the rice balls, Oda Shingo boiled water according to his body's habits and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Fortunately, there are still the cheapest tea bags which are made from tea residues.

"Huh——" White mist rose up, and Oda Shingo drank the hot tea with a sigh. He felt that he was gradually getting used to his new identity.

It is said that there is another reason for eating cold food, which is that Japanese people are afraid of disturbing others. Hot food has a strong odor, so most students eat cold lunch boxes at noon.

At this time, there were very slight sounds of footsteps.

It was the sound of wooden clogs stepping on iron plates.

Da da da……

The footsteps of the person walking were actually very light, but the sound still easily passed through the wall panels, fully demonstrating the characteristics of the dilapidated apartment.

Of course, compared with the previous woman, she is already a complete lady.

Tap, tap.

It was a gentle knocking sound, a very standard polite way of knocking with two consecutive taps.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Oda Shingo naturally responded positively to such a graceful gesture.

A soft female voice came from the other side of the door: "Excuse me, it's me, Yukino Mito."

The speed of speech was neither fast nor slow, as if one could see a dignified woman's red lips slightly opening.

Oda Shingo's memories emerge.

This is the landlady, Yukino Shindo, and she is obviously here to collect the rent.

The key point is that this beautiful landlady, whose name contains the word "snow", and whose husband has passed away...

(End of this chapter)