I'm a pirate in Tokyo

On the other side, Wu Sheng and Nami have already boarded the tram.

Things went smoothly, and the efforts were not in vain. Wu Sheng was also happy and said to Nami next to him: "Ha, it went really well. I will tell you as soon as I receive the news tonight."

There was silence for a while, and Nami did not reply.

He turned around to look, and the afterglow of the setting sun was quietly clinging to Nami's face. Her long eyelashes were shining, and her eyes, which were dyed bright orange by the setting sun under her eyelashes, were looking into the distance. Her orange hair was also

Dyeed with a light red and warm luster, time seems to freeze at this moment.

"Nami? Nami!"

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Don't be distracted on the tram, otherwise you will pass the station in a blink of an eye." Wu Sheng said with a smile.

"How did things go so smoothly?" Nami answered the question, feeling that today's submission went too smoothly.

"We have made so many preparations and worked hard day and night to produce an original drawing of this quality. Why didn't it go smoothly? One minute on stage and ten years of hard work off stage."

Listening to his strange but appropriate words, Nami still felt a little panicked.

She originally thought that during this interview, the most they could do would be to ask the editor to give them some opinions on their original painting, and then they would continue to revise it, and after a long period of repeated revisions, they would finally publish it.

But I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to serialize it immediately.

"I just didn't expect that it would immediately enter the serialization agenda." Nami looked uneasy.

Seeing that she was restless, Wu Sheng quickly comforted her: "You still read too few shounen comics. Go back and read all the comics I put in the light music department. Then you will know how powerful we are and give you some confidence."

Give it to yourself!"

"Things are going well. Do you want to have dinner together tonight?" he asked casually.

"No, I have to go back and cook dinner for my sister." Since Aaron solved the problem, her relationship with her sister has returned to the past.

Generally speaking, she goes back after class to prepare dinner, and her sister gets up early to prepare breakfast.

"Okay, then remember to mute your phone. I will notify you immediately if there is any news." Wu Sheng said confidently, as if he had confirmed the serialization, "I will get off at the next station and transfer here. Be careful when you go back.

oh."

"Okay." Nami looked at the confident Wu Sheng with a complicated expression. This guy usually seemed to be a very cautious and steady person, but how could he be so confident in this matter that he was a little arrogant? Could it be that he was fooled by Lu?

Is Fei's stupidity infected?

I don't know at all that even if the work "Death King's Notes" is really not accepted by the Junk of this world, Wu Sheng can still come up with countless stories, and half the world's heritage is condensed in him. This has to be cowardly, so why not?

If you mess up, you will lose the face of the public and copy the public.

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【Crime Pirates】

Wu:@鲁飞@The target is the Sword Master, everything goes well.

Orange Kitten: Sigh.JPG

Wu: It seems they are still practicing in the club

Takeru: By the way, how much do you think they will give us for the manuscript? 8,000 yen per page?

Orange Kitten: Please stop setting up this kind of flag and just be a human being.

Wu:Okay...

Wu: What are you having for dinner tonight?

Orange Kitten:......

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During this time period, no matter which area in the bustling Tokyo, it is extremely lively.

Nami got off the station near her home and looked at the setting sun and the people passing by on the roadside.

People have just finished a hard day's work and are rushing home.

On the street, children walking out of the video game store yelled and made a fuss as they headed home. Some fruit and vegetable shops were still open, waiting for those who came home from get off work and liked to cook for themselves. Goods are cleared.

"There's something wrong with my youth story." Nami suddenly thought as she was picking tomatoes.

It’s not that it’s not passionate enough, it’s not that it’s not youthful enough, it’s not that it’s not exciting enough.

But something is wrong, how could it develop to this extent?

After shopping for groceries and paying the bills, Nami went home. While thinking about the dishes she was cooking tonight, she continued to complain about herself, which had been like a demon for more than two weeks:

"I, an ordinary high school girl, am going to become a professional cartoonist?"

"Or should it be serialized in a comic magazine like Shonen Junk Weekly, which most boys read?"

"It's that hateful man who used money to seduce me. His annual income is billions of yen! As I listened, I was fooled by him!"

Nami walked with musings, and after a while she walked downstairs, went upstairs to open the door, closed the door, and prepared to put her schoolbag in the room.

However, when she entered her room, she was stunned.

In the room, the desk was piled messily with various tools and ink pens;

There is a mountain of comics landscape reference, comic architecture reference and other materials piled next to the desk;

On the other side of the desk, there was a thick pile of scrap manuscripts piled on the floor, with hundreds of pieces in total.

She suddenly remembered that Wu Sheng had been looking at her right hand today. She raised it and looked at the ink marks and calluses on her hand, and suddenly understood why Wu Sheng had been so calm.

In such a short time and with such a large workload, the two of them worked together to complete such a work. Isn't this a perfect manifestation of their ability? Why are you afraid?

She smiled with relief: "Let's go cook."

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At the same time, Shueisha's JUNK weekly editorial department.

"Chief Editor, our team is going to add one more work to this serialization meeting."

"Oh? Isn't it settled?"

"Hattori met a pair of new cartoonists today and found a golden egg."

"Golden egg? It's rare to see you say something like this? Have you read the manuscript?"

"I watched it. It was very interesting, very powerful, and powerful in every sense of the word."

"Oh? You are an old editor too...bring it to me for a look."

"good!"

...

1 hour later.

"There is indeed something. Okay, let's add it to it. This quarterly serial meeting is finally interesting."

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At this time, Wu Sheng was thinking about how to solve today's dinner.

“Let’s eat Chinese food! Go to the family-style Sichuan restaurant not far from my house!”

This Sichuan restaurant is a treasure restaurant he has excavated near Jimbocho in the past few weeks, and it suits his taste quite well.

After all, he is Chinese at heart, and Japanese food pays attention to the original flavor of ingredients and miso, which is relatively light.

Although the staple food of Japanese food is also rice, a set meal is served, including fish, meat, boiled vegetables, pickles, and miso soup. They are colorfully displayed on a dinner plate, which really makes people appetite. It is very good to eat occasionally.

.

But if he was asked to eat it every day, Wu Sheng, who was used to eating Chinese food with heavy flavors, really couldn't stand it, and he was really poor and particular.

Treasure Sichuan Restaurant is not on a busy avenue, but in a small alley. There are surprisingly many street signs in Japan, and it is difficult to spot them without looking carefully.

On his way back from training in the criminal world last Thursday night, he met two Chinese-speaking university students who were out for a late-night snack, and then followed them to find him.

The proprietress is from the Northeast, and she probably studied Sichuan cuisine in a chef school. The taste is indeed very authentic. He has been to other Sichuan restaurants opened by Japanese, and they were either too sweet or too spicy, but not very spicy. It seems that the people here are not

Love this feeling.

"Boss boss, let's order the vine pepper chicken set meal." He spoke Mandarin here.

He didn't bring Luffy and the others here either. This store was like his own little secret base. Here he could speak Mandarin freely, chat with the proprietress, and learn about the Chinese world, allowing him to find a little solace in this foreign country.

At first, Ma Chao was surprised that he could speak Mandarin, but he and Elig used his criminal power and brain development to fool him away. After all, he now speaks English very well.

"It's quite early tonight, isn't it?" The proprietress has been in Japan for many years, and the Northeastern taste in her mouth has faded a lot. "The chicken delivered today is just average, and the beef is good. How about a whole plate of boiled meat slices?" She thought Wu Sheng

I came to Japan to study in high school. There are many such students in China. Many of them did not achieve anything in their studies. They worked in Japan for two years and then returned to China in despair.

When it comes to studying, if you don’t do well at home, it will only get worse abroad. Teachers abroad will not take as much effort to supervise you as teachers at home, and your parents are not around. Those who yearn for Japanese-style youth spend a lot of time.

When money comes to Japan, with a little temptation, it can fly directly on the spot, and then fall hard two years later. Of course, those who really get some results are really fierce.

Back to the subject, Wu Sheng usually eats a bowl of noodles here when he comes back from work, and rarely eats her main meal. Wu Sheng hesitated, nodded, replaced the boiled meat slices, and ordered a small portion of peas.

Miscellaneous noodles.

After a while, the food came. Wu Sheng opened the meat slices, picked up a full handful of bean sprouts with chopsticks, and ate it with a "click". The aroma of the red soup seeped into the bean sprouts, and there were also a few peppercorns and minced garlic mixed in.

The freshness and numbness of the bean sprouts and Sichuan peppercorns when bitten at the same time blend in your mouth, it’s so refreshing!

Wu Sheng didn't eat either. He mixed the pea noodles, ate the noodles with minced bean paste, and finished the bean sprouts in the boiled pork slices. He sighed comfortably, picked up his rice bowl, and ate the rice slowly.

Start eating meat.

At this time, the mobile phone he put aside rang, and when he saw

The electronic display showed that it was indeed Hattori.

He put down the dishes, took out a paper towel and wiped the red oil on his mouth, and answered the phone.

"Good evening, my name is Takeda Asahi."

"Hello Takeda-kun, I'm Hattori from JUNK. We exchanged phone numbers this afternoon."

"Yeah, we've been waiting for news from you." He said politely, "Hope to hear good news."

"Haha!" Hattori smiled cheerfully on the phone, and it sounded like good news indeed: "It is indeed good news. Our editor-in-chief has included "Death King's Notes" in the serialization meeting the day after tomorrow!"

"Haha, great, Mr. Hattori is really reliable. We were actually a little uneasy before submitting the article." Wu Sheng said happily, and he was also a little nervous.

Hattori humbly replied: "No, no, no, this is your strength. Any editor can push it forward." But he complained in his heart: "I haven't seen you even a little nervous this afternoon, kid."

"Then when can we get the latest news?" Wu Sheng asked.

"At the fastest, there will be news after the meeting the day after tomorrow in the afternoon. If it is slower, it will be in the evening." Hattori replied: "Keep your phone open. I will contact you as soon as there is news."

"Okay, then we will wait for your news."

"Well, that's it, I won't bother you for now, and I'll contact you later."

"Okay, bye, thank you again!"

"You're welcome, this is my job. Goodbye."

Wu Sheng hung up the phone and first sent a message to the group: [Involved in the serial meeting!]

Then after waiting for a while, Luffy and Zoro sent congratulatory messages, but Nami still hadn't moved. Wu Sheng guessed that she was cooking or busy with other things, so he called her directly.

"Hey! Takeda?" Nami's voice was filled with anticipation.

Wu Sheng didn't waste any words: "It's included in the serial meeting!"

"Ha, really? That's great." Nami replied happily naturally, her voice soft and calm, not at all like she was worrying about gains and losses in the afternoon.

Wu Sheng was a little strange. This reaction was different from what he imagined, so he quickly asked: "Hmm? What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?" She shouldn't be screaming with joy, or even wanting to rush over to hug him and cheer for celebration.

?

"Hehe, I'm so happy, how could I not be happy?" Nami snickered.

She also knows why Wu Sheng is strange, but she should keep her own mental journey a secret~

Could it be that she was the same as Fan Jin who passed the exam? She was so happy that she was so happy? Wu Sheng had countless thoughts in his mind, and finally gave up, and then told her all the information Hattori told him.

"So whether it will be serialized or not depends on the afternoon after tomorrow?" Nami confirmed.

"Yes, I have to work the day after tomorrow. If it is postponed until night, I may not be able to receive the call, so you can go to the restaurant with me then." Wu Sheng will not delay his part-time job because of this matter.

He found that this part-time job was too good: the salary was generous, the work was easy, the leader was friendly, the colleagues were friendly, the meals were delicious, and he was occasionally taught some cooking skills.

This is because he didn't mention that he wanted to learn to cook. If he had said that he wanted to learn, those people would probably have tried their best to teach him. This would simply be a dream working life in the second dimension, and he would not be willing to resign. Therefore.

He also didn't want to disturb everyone by answering the phone while at work.

"Okay, let's go together. I also want to eat Sister Moe's cake!" Sanji would occasionally bring her some new cakes to try out, so she would occasionally go to the store to thank her. "Grand Maison Tokyo

"Thank you for your concern.

"OK, then I will eat first. I also sent a message in the group. You can also thank Luffy and Zoro for their congratulations, hahaha."

"no problem!"

Wu Sheng hung up the phone and mustered up his energy. He picked up his rice bowl and started working quickly, finishing the rest of the meal in one go. He paid the bill, said hello to the boss's wife who was busy again, and went home.

"Today's things did go well, but generally speaking, it's still as expected, hehe." He touched his belly, which was still flat no matter how much he ate during his adolescence, and walked out of the alley.

At this time, Jimbocho is the busiest time of the night. The young and wanton college students have finished their study life and are noisily discussing what to eat tonight; nearby residents are also walking on the streets with children or couples; and For those working people who come back from get off work to shop for treasures at the Jimbocho Old Book Street, as well as those tourists who come to the 11th Ward, the streets are crowded with people and overflowing with people.

Wu Sheng strode into the crowd and walked towards the main street of the second-hand bookstore in Jimbocho: "I have been busy day and night for a few weeks. I will give myself a little holiday tonight to see if I can find anything in the second-hand bookstore in the two-dimensional world.

What a good thing, hehehe."

As for what will be gained? I can’t write it down here, you know.