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

Three days later.

The sun was covered by clouds, as if it didn't want to see the shy scene.

In the shabby apartment next to the tram tracks, there were only Oda Shingo and Namikaze Yukaku.

Oda Shingo said with a serious face: "I put it in."

"Okay, okay..." Namikaze Yukaku's voice trembled.

"You are too nervous, relax. The entrance is very tight, will it not fit in?"

Namikaze Yukaku with a sacred expression: "Or, I, I will open it a little more..."

"Okay! It's in." Oda Shingo nodded, "But there are too many, it will leak out."

"I'm a little nervous for my first submission." Namikaze Yukaku's hands were still shaking a little, and he carefully sealed the envelope with glue.

Too much white glue was applied.

The thick letter paper made the envelope bulge.

After all, it was the first submission, and I was very nervous.

After sealing the envelope, Namikaze Yukaku handed it to Oda Shingo with both hands with a solemn expression.

Oda Shingo held the manuscript envelope that carried the hard work of the two and walked out with solemn steps.

Three episodes of "One Punch Man" were completed and officially submitted!

"Let's go together!" Oda Shingo shouted loudly.

"I'm coming!" Namikaze Yukaku shouted happily.

Oda Shingo took Namikaze Yukaku to a place they had never been to before...

The mailbox three streets away.

Because Oda Shingo had just walked a short distance with the submission envelope, he suddenly felt a burning gaze on his back.

Looking back, Namikaze Yukaku was standing at the door like a resentful woman, looking at Oda Shingo eagerly.

She also wanted to submit the manuscript together.

It's understandable, after all, it's a commemoration of the first time.

Japanese mailboxes come in various colors, with orange as the main color.

The mailbox in front of me is a cylindrical shape with an orange-red body and a hat.

Shingo Oda sighed in front of the mailbox: "It feels like a very old thing. It hasn't been used for many years."

Hamikaze Yukaku recalled and nodded. It hadn't been used for at least a year.

But when Namikaze Yukaku applied for admission to Tokyo University of the Arts, he had submitted a letter of application in his hometown. This is different from China.

As for Shingo Oda, although they were in the same university, he didn't feel deeply about it.

"You come and deliver it." Shingo Oda handed the thick letter to Namikaze Yukaku.

Namikaze Yukaku's eyes were full of tension and excitement: "Let's deliver it together."

She and Shingo Oda each held one side of the envelope and slowly put it into the opening of the mailbox.

"Ah! Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, Namikaze Yukaku screamed.

"?" Shingo Oda looked at her in confusion.

Namikaze Yukaku stared at the envelope nervously: "Did we miss a page?"

"...No."

"Did we write the wrong return address?"

"...No."

"Did we write the wrong address for the other party?"

"...Don't worry." Oda Shingo comforted, "I checked it carefully."

Namikaze Yukaku took a deep breath, silently recited the ninjutsu in his heart, and his emotions quickly stabilized: "Ah, sorry, after all, it's the first time, I'm a little nervous."

"It's okay, I understand." Oda Shingo exerted a little force on his hand, leading Namikaze Yukaku to push the envelope into the mailbox together, "This work is like our child, we care about it very much, and it's normal to be too nervous."

Namikaze Yukaku looked at the thick envelope with gentle eyes, watching it enter the hole: "Yes, it's like..."

As the light friction sound came from inside, her mood gradually relaxed.

Just like our child? This description is very appropriate.

With a light sound, it went in completely.

The thick envelope fell into the mailbox.

"Ah." Namikaze Yukaku suddenly exclaimed again.

"What's wrong?" Oda Shingo was puzzled.

"No, nothing." Namikaze Yuzuru turned around and walked back quickly, with a touch of rosy on her cheeks.

"?"

Oda Shingo shrugged his shoulders and didn't ask any more questions.

The two went back one after the other.

Namikaze Yuzuru's steps gradually became lighter.

Teacher Oda, a genius like you may not understand me, right?

When I was a child, in addition to ninjutsu, comic books accompanied me.

When I went to school in the city, I couldn't get along well with my classmates.

What accompanied me was still comics.

Now, the comics I drew by myself have finally been submitted!

I'm afraid you can't understand this kind of uneasy mood, right?

A little happy, a little excited, a little expectant, and more nervous...

"Thank you, Teacher Oda. You have fulfilled a wish I had since I was a child." Namikaze Yuzuru looked back at Oda Shingo and smiled: "But a genius like you will definitely not understand this feeling!"

Oda Shingo: "?"

Namikaze Yuzuru smiled with his lips pursed, and didn't say anything else. He turned around and walked quickly with his hands behind his back.

When the traffic light turned green and she was crossing the zebra crossing, a girl came from the opposite side with a schoolbag.

"There are too many posts in the community, hurry home and eat melons." She was wearing a JK and was walking while reading on her phone. She was walking with a hint of heroism, but her black hair was flowing and her face was beautiful, which was quite eye-catching on the road.

Namikaze Yukaku even paid a little attention to her.

This girl was Fujido Kasumi from the boxing gym.

However, Oda Shingo didn't even look at her a second time. He only had his career in his mind, so there was naturally no color in his eyes.

[Comic Devil System Reminder! ] The system sound suddenly sounded in his mind.

Oda Shingo was stunned and his steps slowed down a little.

But when he wanted to pay attention to what the system reminded him of, it was silent again.

[……]

Hello? System, what are you doing? Keeping it a secret? Oda Shingo pretended to touch his head and continued to cross the road.

Fujido Kacheng was also walking towards him.

At the moment when they passed each other, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Oda Shingo.

She suddenly felt something strange and subconsciously looked at the young man who passed by her.

Fujido Kacheng noticed that this was a young man in his early twenties. He was in good spirits and his eyes were bright. Although he was not very handsome, he did not look annoying.

Even in the judgment of some girls, he reached the level of Xiaoshuai.

It's just that it seems that something is reminding me to pay attention to him...

The girl's long hair brushed against Oda Shingo's side.

At that moment, Fujido Kacheng felt that time seemed to slow down.

She just looked at the young man, who was only one step away from her.

His figure, movements, and expressions are all so vivid.

Why didn't I notice before that boys are also pretty?

Fujido Kaoru was stunned.

No, is this still my own thought? When I see a boy pretending to be so arrogant, I will use my fists to teach him not to be so arrogant!

Uh, but he didn't do anything out of line.

It's just me, why do I feel weird about him?

Fujido Kaoru opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Seeing Oda Shingo gradually going away, she had stopped and looked back.