I'm a pirate in Tokyo

After the exercise, the two went downstairs to have a simple breakfast and went to school together.

As the campus festival approaches, the entire school is filled with a restless atmosphere.

Each class and each club has determined its own performances or projects and begun to prepare for them.

In fact, in Wu Sheng's opinion, campus festivals may be interesting just because those campus-friendly dramas are very interesting to film.

In his adult mind, the actual campus festival is more like torture to ordinary students.

It is a group activity with a relatively weak sense of participation. You think you are participating, but in fact you are just a tool. The only people who really participate in the campus festival are the very popular current ones.

The routines and stuff can be seen through the voting at the last small class meeting. There is nothing new at all, maybe opening a shop to make some snacks, or selling some special products, or opening a haunted house or something.

Anyway, all in all, it’s as boring as a food festival.

He missed the messy food festivals in China in his previous life. They were all the same, none of them were delicious, and each one was too unpalatable.

It’s not bad for my first time participating, and I can still join in the fun.

I really didn’t even think about it the second time. It was impossible to go anyway. It was a waste of money, a waste of expressions, and a waste of time. Aren’t McDonald’s hot wings delicious?

He looked at the students in the classroom excitedly discussing how to make strange fried noodles, as if there was going to be a typhoon soon and there would be no need for class.

It is really a serious energy that is about to cause a storm.

Oh, yes, there is indeed no class for the campus festival, but there is still another week, right? You start getting excited a week in advance, but by the time it really starts, won’t you burn out your enthusiasm?

Is this really good?

He looked at the girls at the next table gathered together like a few squirrels eating peanuts, and sighed helplessly.

"After the campus festival, it's the final exam of the semester, right? Why don't these guys feel nervous at all?"

His sigh was loud, and his words fell into the ears of several girls, making them stunned.

They all stared at Wu Sheng with expressions like "Classmate, please don't break our youthful dreams with your attitude of "I am drunk and I am alone in the world".

That is to say, he is now an academic with "established career" and excellent grades, and has gained some "social status".

Otherwise, if he were still the transparent person he was before time travel, he would probably be sprayed.

But the disdainful looks from high school girls were really uncomfortable, so Wu Sheng had no choice but to turn his head and look out the window, pretending that he didn't say anything.

"We are only in the first year of high school, enjoying our youth is what we should do, right?"

Nami's voice sounded behind him, looking at Wu Sheng with an expression of disgust for her old man.

"Hey, why are you here?" Wu Sheng turned around. Nami was usually the one being besieged after class, either looking for her to sign autographs or to chat with her for advice and study.

After all, she is now a well-known beautiful girl cartoonist, and she is also the number one in age. She has an amazing figure, appearance and temperament. She is a true fantasy-level beautiful girl.

"My classmates in the class want me to help draw a sign. I don't have any particularly good ideas." Nami sat on the chair of the classmate in front of her and yawned.

"Hey, how big is it?" Wu Sheng asked. When it comes to graphic design creativity, he is the king.

"It's estimated to be 2 meters." Nami said, "They also want to put Yue and L up there."

"Eh..." Wu Sheng shook his head in disgust: "Our comics are just a small hit? It doesn't seem appropriate to put them up, right?"

"It's not a small hit anymore." Nami shook her head: "Hasn't it been at the top of the 5th place since the serialization started?"

There are always a few hegemonic comics in the top 5, occupying the top spot all year round, so "Death King's Notes" has been in the top five since it was serialized, and the results are quite gratifying.

"Forget those two guys, let's draw some cute female high school students full of youthful spirit." Wu Sheng said firmly: "This will definitely have a good effect."

"..." Nami said nothing, staring with a pair of dead fish eyes, as if you want to engage in HS.

Affection.

"What for?" Wu Sheng felt guilty for no reason: "Is this a bad suggestion?"

"No." Nami shook her head: "Don't want such soft Q."

Wu Sheng was speechless for a moment and said cautiously: "This is also called softness..."

Today’s female high school students are so strict!

How should male high school students live in this cruel society?

Wu Sheng shook his head: "Then draw a long river of fried noodles?"

"Huh?" Nami was stunned, it seemed interesting?

"How to say?"

"Well, there seems to be something wrong with Changhe. Have you ever eaten conveyor belt sushi? You can take away the sushi on the conveyor belt, then cover it with fried noodles, and then draw a few delicious little people on top. Isn't that enough?"

Nami's eyes lit up and she thought the scene described by Wu Sheng was quite interesting: "Okay! I'll go back and draw a line drawing to take a look!"

She stood up and patted Wu Sheng on the shoulder: "As expected of you." She was deeply satisfied that Wu Sheng had a good idea in just a few seconds.

"Ah...you try it first..." Wu Sheng responded feebly, feeling that the campus festival was really a nightmare for an ordinary tool like him, without any sense of youthfulness.

ah!

Nami looked at Wu Sheng with his head spread out on the table like a salted fish who had lost his dream. She snickered and showed the squad leader an OK gesture, then returned to her seat and started working.

At noon, everyone was in low energy due to the battle last night. They greeted each other and had a meal, then each found a place to prepare for a good nap.

Seeing this, Brooke couldn't use the instrument in the activity room, so he had to carry a guitar and go to the roof to continue arranging music.

He issued a military order to come up with all the arrangements for the four songs within this week, and then start a five-day special training next week.

In order to make the light music department famous in one fell swoop and attract more students, he also worked hard.

Wu Sheng looked at the music he had compiled with great interest. Brooke's level was good, the rhythm was clear and uncomplicated, each point had its own highlight, and it was particularly suitable for live performances.

Rehearsal is probably not difficult. The rhythm group formed by him and Luffy has a perfect tacit understanding. Even if Luffy sometimes jumps the beat excitedly, he can keep up.

After all, the band is not serious jazz, so the requirements cannot be too high.

Just a word that sounds nice.

As the lead singer, Brooke not only arranges songs, but also practices singing by himself, and has devoted all his time to this performance.

If the results are good, they might actually release an underground album to try and sell it.

After all, the whole band is very good-looking, well, except for Brooke, they are all good-looking. If the male god Usopp really joins, their band will definitely become popular.

However, seeing how Usopp chatted with Keya all the time, I guess it's difficult. He is not very interested in music. He has been playing guitar for 2 weeks and has not felt the fun in it.

Wu Sheng yawned. The afternoon sun shone into the activity room. Although the air conditioner blocked the summer heat, it still made him sleepy. His recent campus life had become a bit boring.

Perhaps life outside campus was too exciting, and the idea of ​​skipping school even began to pop up in his mind.

After only half a year, he couldn't stand still anymore.

There will definitely be no need to walk on a single-plank bridge in this life. With such a brain and memory, the door to famous schools has already been half opened for him.

Staying in school is indeed a waste of time.

But what makes him a little sad is that even if he doesn't go to school, he doesn't know what he wants to do now.

The dreams of adults have long been realized in the changes in the world, and the longings of young people have also disappeared in all kinds of unbearable hardships.

Now I can fight, which is great, I can draw comics, which is also great, and I can even form a band. It is a perfect life.

Ah, now I probably just need a girlfriend, right?

Wu Sheng glanced at Nami unconsciously.

Nami is very sharp

, immediately turned around: "What are you doing?"

"No, it's nothing." Wu Sheng turned his head with a guilty conscience. Rabbits don't eat grass from their nests, Takeda Asahi! He is still a 16-year-old child!

Nami stared at him for a while, then said "cut" and started painting again.

The rustle of the paintbrush sounded rhythmically on this quiet Friday afternoon. Together with Luffy's sleep talking, Zoro Sanji's snoring, and Usopp and Keya's whispers, another strange feeling appeared.

Interesting vitality.

...

After school, Wu Sheng and Nami went home together and handed the original drawings for this week's series to the editor Hattori. They discussed the storyboards for next week. After confirming that there were no problems, they hurried back to GM Tokyo to help.

They have found his replacement, and after completing this week's work, Wu Sheng can officially graduate from GM Tokyo.

A busy night with no worries.

When Wu Sheng returned home, before he could sit down, Nami came up.

"Let's go and see where that Athena is." Nami walked directly to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of milk, opened it and drank it.

"Ah, let me take a breath!" Wu Sheng was as quiet and melancholy and lazy as Ge You was back then.

"Don't worry! Come on, my sister will be worried if I come to your house so late at night!" Nami slapped Wu Sheng on the thigh.

"What are you worried about? Am I trying to do something wrong with you?" Wu Sheng closed his eyes and smelled the fragrance brought by Nami sitting next to him. He felt relaxed and blurted out something he shouldn't have said: "Don't worry about it.

"

As soon as he finished speaking, an awe-inspiring murderous aura emerged from the darkness, frightening him to death.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Nana looking at him with a beautiful smile.

... He laughed awkwardly. He had already said this, so he couldn't change his words by saying "Actually, he still knows how to do it", right?

"Come on, let's take out the mirror." He quickly took out the mirror from the bag next to him.

After thinking about it, he still brought the spear. Although he would rarely encounter enemies, he was really afraid of encountering accidents.

Nami glared at him angrily and let it go.

The two took out their mobile phones and clicked to enter the world of crime. Ripples in time and space rippled between them.

A few seconds later, the two appeared on the tall sand dunes.

Wu Sheng handed the magic mirror to Nami: "You can just input the soul power directly."

Nami looked around with the magic mirror and found that entering the world of crime here was no different from entering the world of crime at her home: "Okay."

She turned over and looked at the magic mirror. She thought it was just a toy, but she didn't expect that Luffy and Usopp would discover its practical functions.

Perhaps this means that there are no useless Noble Phantasms, only awakened ones who cannot use Noble Phantasms.

She poured her soul power into it.

There is a crisp "ding" sound.

"Magic Mirror Navigation is at your service. Please enter the destination or shadow will you want to find."

"Mount Olympus."

"Searching... Mount Olympus is located in the 23rd level of the world of sin, at the southwest end." The magic mirror still gave the same answer.

"Is Athena there?" Nami asked.

"Searching..." The magic mirror began to absorb Nami's soul power.

The gentle wind blew up from under Nami's body, and soul power surged from her heart to her arms, pouring into the magic mirror along with her fingers.

"searching......"

Two minutes later, when Nami's soul power had dropped to 30%, the magic mirror finally made another "ding" sound.

Just when Nami and Wu Sheng were about to be happy.

"The goal is not Olympus."

...

Why didn’t you search for so long?! You also ate 70% of my soul power!?

fall!