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

"Dad————!" Fujido Kacheng's roar almost lifted the ceiling of the boxing gym.

Fujido's head tried to slip away along the wall.

"How dare you post my photos without permission!" Fujido Kacheng rushed over with his fists waving.

Ping-pong, a series of fist shadows.

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Fujido's head resisted awkwardly, and took the time to shout: "Kacheng, you can definitely inherit the Fujido-ryu dojo!"

"No way! I just want to be an ordinary girl who eats watermelons! How can marriage be more important than eating watermelons?!"

"After marriage, your belly can be like a watermelon!"

"That's not marriage, that's pregnancy!"

"How can you get pregnant without getting married!"

"Stop lying to me! Do you think I'm still eight years old?"

The father and daughter kept bickering.

It was only after his father was beaten black and blue that he reminded her: "If you don't want to, just delete the post!"

"Oh, that's right! Delete it now!" Fujido Kaoru finally reacted and hurriedly returned to the notebook to start operating.

Then, she saw the terrible design of Japanese comic websites.

The functions that should be there are missing, or there is no response when you click...

This is a major feature of the functions of Japanese physical book web sites.

"Can't delete it?!" Fujido Kaoru tried many methods, but couldn't delete the post that his father posted in his own name.

Fujido's head was applying medicine on the wound while pointing and gesticulating: "What are you looking at, click here, click here, click here."

"No, it doesn't work."

"Why are you so stupid, girl? Click there, click there."

The father and daughter struggled for half an hour but to no avail.

The popularity of the post has been increasing.

"How about this!" Fujido touched his beard, "Kao Cheng, post some more revealing photos, and then..."

"More revealing photos? Then?" Fujido Kao Cheng's face was a little hot.

"Then the account will be blocked, and the previous posts will not be visible!"

"..." Fujido Kao Cheng was speechless for a moment.

"How about it, this is a good idea, right? Hahaha, oops! Why did you hit me again? Unfilial daughter!"

After a long time of tossing and turning, Fujido Kao Cheng contacted Qun Ying She's staff, and the post was not deleted until nightfall.

But before the post was deleted, the popularity had reached 70,000.

That is, at least tens of thousands of people were commenting on it.

In particular, there were a few familiar IDs that Fujido Kao Cheng was impressed by, such as Seiya, Shiryu, Hyoga, Shun, and Ikki, who were jumping up and down to make a fuss.

[This martial arts uniform is not transparent either, there is nothing to see. ]

[You didn't see through it, right? Agree, it needs to be transparent! We need to learn the details of the changes in human muscles during extreme sports! ]

[If the author updates ten times, will Orange Beauty be a maid? ]

[Big! Really big! This fist is so big that it dazzles my eyes! ]

[I didn't expect that a girl who practices boxing has such a broad mind. I thought she was extremely vicious, but Orange Beauty must have a good personality, right? ]

Damn it! It's all my dad's fault!

Fujido Kasumi glared at her father, who was already bruised and swollen.

No, she will impose additional punishment.

She decided not to talk to her father all day tomorrow...

In a simple apartment next to the tram tracks.

"It's a bit of a big deal." Oda Shingo smiled and closed his Five Little Strong Forum vests one by one.

The purpose of popularity has been achieved.

Many fans have come here and are used to joining the community in this comic.

Moreover, what if the post is deleted?

I have saved the photo out of the good habit of a gentleman.

Oda Shingo looked at the photo of Fujido Kasumi again.

A sunny and energetic Kendo girl, and a pretty girl with long black hair that is popular with the public...

"Well, she will cry in the dojo if she is bullied, right?" Oda Shingo casually set the photo as the desktop wallpaper, and then stopped thinking about it and began to concentrate on painting.

However, Namikaze Yukaku was a little restless.

Since she submitted the manuscript yesterday, she has been unable to calm down.

Will there be any accidents in the mailing?

Will it be rejected?

Will the editor throw it away without even reading it?

Oda Shingo also found that Namikaze Yukaku was different.

The reason is simple: Namikaze Yukaku was like non-existent before.

Even if I saw her lying on the copying table, I always felt a sense of etherealness. The kind that would teleport and appear suddenly if I called her.

Especially in the speed of manuscript production, it can be clearly seen.

There was this problem on the day of manuscript publication, and Oda Shingo comforted her, but the next day, it still did not return to normal.

Namikaze Yukaku's absent-minded state seriously affected work efficiency.

How could a workaholic endure this? After thinking about it, Oda Shingo said, "Namikaze-kun."

"Ah, hi! Oda-sensei!" Namikaze Yukaku hurriedly stood up.

After a few days, she was very impressed with Oda Shingo's ability, even close to worship.

Various storyboards and plot designs were completely superior to hers, even better than the comics she had read!

If she wanted to pick out something to compare with it, she felt that only the popular comics could have hope.

Therefore, Namikaze Yukaku respected Oda-sensei very much, both mentally and physically...

Well, the latter means that you have to stand up straight when you reply, and you have to bow when you respond.

"Hamikaze-kun, you have been a little absent-minded since you submitted your manuscript yesterday. Are you still worried about the submission problem?"

"...Yes." Although a little embarrassed, Yuhe Namikaze admitted it openly.

Oda Shingo thought for a while, got up and walked to the door to open it, took a deep breath as if to take a breath, and said: "We have been working for several days in a row, let's go out and relax."

"?" Yuhe Namikaze followed him out curiously.

It was already dark, but the Japanese are used to nightlife, so it was not too late.

After Yuhe Namikaze followed him out, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little.

Under the street lights, walking slowly side by side with a man.

Is this like a date...

Yuhe Namikaze glanced at Shingo Oda's hand.

If it was a date, according to the description in the comics, it should be holding hands...

But when she thought of holding hands, she felt her ears burning.

This kind of thing is embarrassing to do!

But what if it was Mr. Oda who took the initiative to hold my hand...

Hamikaze Yukaku felt that more than just his ears were burning.

At this moment, the night was as dark as water.

Oda Shingo, however, put his hands in his pockets and walked on his own, even half a body ahead of Namikaze Yukaku, without any sign of a date.

The shadows of the two were stretched long by the street lights.

But there seemed to be some barrier between them, and they kept their distance from each other and never touched each other.

Hamikaze Yukaku was much more clear-headed, and felt that he might have been calmed down by the night wind...

Oda Shingo took a few steps and suddenly looked back as if he had noticed something.

Miss, he lost his target.

Hamikaze Yukaku calmed down and it was very easy for him to enter the invisible state.

After confirming that Namikaze Yukaku was still there, Oda Shingo returned to his cool and self-contained way of walking.

Tap, tap, the sound of his leather shoes, sounded rhythmically.

Hamikaze Yukaku habitually did not make any footsteps.

"Hamikaze-kun, I'm very honored to have you join the team." Oda Shingo's voice was like a male host on a late-night radio show.

"Ah..." Namikaze Yukaku didn't understand the meaning of the team for a moment, but soon realized that it was a comic production team.

Even if there are only two people, it is still a team, right?

"I used to be alone and dazed. Because..." Oda Shingo sighed and said to Namikaze Yukaku seriously, "I have few friends."

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