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

Chapter 92

A shabby apartment building next to the tram tracks.

"I'm home. I'm finally home!" Oda Shingo stood in the middle of the room, feeling as if he was in another world.

It's like the feeling of isolation that I just came across, everything seems a little unreal.

"Let me cook!" Fujido Kaoru rolled up her sleeves and started going to the kitchen.

"Stay and eat with us." Oda Shingo kindly invited Assistant Okita.

Assistant Okita was also a down-to-earth person. He bowed slightly and said, "Well, I am sorry to bother you."

Assistant Okita looked at them curiously, looking at what they were eating.

Apart from the comic tools that were brought to the hospital and are still in the luggage, the rest can also give us a general idea of ​​the daily work situation.

As for cooking, is there no separate place? The conditions are very difficult!

This shabby apartment, of course, has no kitchen. Food is cooked on an induction cooker in the only bedroom, and a small rice cooker is used for meals.

The rice is not particular, but the dishes are the cheapest seaweed, natto, and...

"I'm back." Namikaze Youhe, who had just put down his luggage and went out, had quickly returned, pulling a few muddy bamboo shoots, and holding something in his other hand.

"Oh! Are they pigeon eggs?" Oda Shingo exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes! Oda-kun."

Fujido Kaoru walked over and took it: "Great! There are extra dishes!"

"..."

Assistant Okita's eyes widened and he was speechless for a long time.

As soon as he arrived at this simple room, he couldn't believe that this was the number one cartoonist's residence on the web list.

But seeing how simple their dishes were, Assistant Okita felt like he was in a refugee camp.

The food for hospital patients is much better than this, right?

How about we go back to the University of Tokyo Hospital and stay for a few more days?

While Assistant Okita was still in a daze, Oda Shingo had already unpacked his luggage and started working.

"Hey, Okita, can you please help me take a look? I made two storyboards. Which one do you think is more powerful?" Oda Shingo directly pulled Okita to start working.

"Oh, okay!" Assistant Okita was a conscientious man and immediately started to cooperate with the work.

After all, Okita had been in the comics company for many years, so his vision was pretty good. Oda Shingo was very satisfied with his opinions, and after selecting the better storyboards, he immediately distributed them to Namikaze Yukaku to start drawing in detail.

"Oda-kun, what do you want to express here?" Namikaze Youhe would lean over and ask from time to time.

Oda Shingo's head was very close to hers, but neither of them seemed to notice and just kept talking to themselves.

Assistant Okita looked at them with a smile on his face.

It was like a couple whispering in class.

He recalled that when he was young, he and his girlfriend were in the same situation in class, often discussing in whispers which comic book was good and how they would draw it themselves.

Of course, that girlfriend is now someone else's wife. The wife I married is my girlfriend's best friend.

But this does not stop me from missing those days, the time when I was a teenager and dreamed of becoming a cartoonist, working hard to let many people see my comics.

That is the lost youth...

"Dinner is ready!" said Fujido Kaoru.

Namikaze Youhe stood up and moved the painting tools very skillfully, clearing a table to use as a temporary dining table, and moved three chairs to the side.

Oda Nobuo tried not to move as he was recovering from his injuries.

Four people, one chair missing.

Then, without Oda Shingo's instructions, Namikaze Yukaku stacked the two storage boxes together.

"I'll sit here." Assistant Okita went over very consciously. The honest man thought that he was an extra staff member in this shabby apartment.

"You're welcome." Oda Shingo waved his hand and slowly sat on another chair. After Namikaze Youzuru folded up the storage box, he sat on it very naturally.

"I'm so embarrassed. I'm really sorry to bother you." Assistant Okita said politely.

Oda Shingo smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. This storage box might not be stable for you to sit on, but Namikaze Youkaku's weight won't damage it."

"Hey, hey, I'm fine too." Fujido Kaoru protested while bringing up the food.

Girls are still very sensitive about their weight.

The simple meal reminded Assistant Okita of his own hard life as a cartoonist when he had just graduated.

It was also at that time that my college girlfriend left me and became a thing of the past.

But my ex-girlfriend's best friend accompanied me through the most difficult years in a harsh environment.

That is the lost youth...

Wife, you worked really hard back then.

Okita took a bite of the free bamboo shoots he dug from the green belt, and his heart choked up quietly.

After dinner, Assistant Okita accompanied me to complete the review and finalization work before getting up to leave.

Oda Shingo did not try to keep him. After all, the other person also had his own job and it was good enough that he could help.

When Oda Shingo slowly stood up and walked out the door to see Assistant Okita off, Assistant Okita whispered to him.

"Teacher Oda, these two girls are really great."

"Hmm? Ah, of course. They are all very pretty and capable."

"No, they must like you very much for being able to fight with you in such a difficult environment." Assistant Okita said with emotion, "I don't know much about China, but there is a saying that impressed me deeply, which is that a wife who has shared the hardships of life is not polite..."

“……”Oda Shingo’s forehead was full of black lines.

Don’t abandon your wife who has shared your hardships with you!
"Both girls are good. You should think carefully about which one is right for you." Assistant Okita patted Oda Shingo on the shoulder. "I appreciate that you rejected Minister Mikami's female assistant today. Did you consider their feelings?"

"...I said no, do you believe me?" Oda Shingo said awkwardly. He didn't want to lie to Assistant Okita, who was a very honest person.

"what?"

"I just think we have enough manpower, and the conditions are really difficult. This is just what you see. There are also things you don't know, such as their assistant salaries, which I basically wrote IOUs for..." Oda Shingo said briefly.

“……!!!” Assistant Okita’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe that such a thing could happen in this day and age.

In such a difficult environment, two girls accompanied him to draw comics without any salary? !
Assistant Okita simply couldn't believe that there would be a black-hearted capitalist like Oda Shingo.

By the way, when I was having the hardest time drawing comics, it was my wife who worked part-time to supplement the family income.

At that time, I was young and didn’t know how to love my wife.

That is the lost youth...

"They are saints! Also, what I said just now about them loving you very much is wrong..." Assistant Okita patted Oda Shingo's shoulder again, "They must love you to the point of suffering!"

"It's in the bones. No, that's not what I mean." Oda Shingo shrugged.

"Okay, it's because you are too charming. No matter what, keep going! I will also help you find a solution at the comics club! See you next time!" Assistant Okita nodded vigorously and turned to leave.

Help me find a solution? Oda Shingo didn't understand at first.

Assistant Okita returned to the comics club and went straight to Saburo Mikami's office.

Minister Mikami looked up from a pile of work documents and said, "Oh! Okita-kun, you're back! Did everything go well for Oda Shingo's discharge from the hospital?"

"Minister! Please quickly settle the royalties for Oda Nobuo! Even if the subscription has not been opened yet, the rewards can be settled first!" Assistant Okita reported to the minister in a serious manner.

Minister Mikami naturally didn't react. This was against the rules. "Huh? Why?"

"For lost youth!"

"what???"

(End of this chapter)