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

This afternoon, Namikaze Yukaku had no second-stage classes, so she rushed to Oda's house early.

She even ran and leaped quickly in a place where there were no peers or pedestrians, striving to get back to work as quickly as possible.

When she arrived at the shabby apartment next to the tram tracks, when she was about to knock on the door excitedly...

A faint fragrance drifted to her nose.

There's a woman!

Namikaze Yukaku's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Smash the door! Open the door quickly!

Enter the house! Quick scan! No outsiders were found, especially no women!

But! The closet door was closed!

"Teacher Oda, let me hang up my windbreaker." She quickly opened the closet door.

No one.

Namikaze Yukaku was disappointed.

No! Not disappointed, at least not disappointed with Teacher Oda.

She didn't know why, but she felt much more at ease.

While hanging up the windbreaker in a leisurely manner, she asked casually, "Teacher Oda, did anyone knock on the door just now?"

"Oh, two female community patrol police knocked on the door. They were security inspections." Oda Shingo sat back at the table and continued to draw.

"Female policemen..." Namikaze Yuzuru smiled and hung up the windbreaker.

She reached out again and deliberately placed the hanger horizontally.

Well, the closet is full and there is no room for anything else.

She turned around with a satisfied smile and saw the fruit basket on the table.

"Hey? Now the police patrol also sends fruit baskets?"

"Oh, that was sent by the landlord." Oda Shingo replied.

Then, he saw from the corner of his eye that Namikaze Yuzuru's hair seemed to be blown up.

Her hair suddenly fluttered up for a moment.

At that moment, Oda Shingo felt like a hen who saw her nest was occupied, and her feathers were all puffed up!

However, when Oda Shingo turned his head and looked carefully, it seemed to be his own illusion...

Hamikaze Yuzuru smiled, and seemed to have no emotional fluctuations. Her long hair also floated softly behind her, and there was nothing wrong.

Well, it must be an illusion, Oda Shingo thought so.

Hamikaze Yuzuru smiled and asked: "Teacher Oda, didn't you say that there was a policewoman knocking on the door just now?"

"Yes, there was only a policewoman." Oda Shingo shrugged his shoulders, "The landlady didn't knock on the door."

Hamikaze Yuzuru: "..."

Oda Shingo suddenly felt a little cold, like the cold wind before the storm.

But without realizing more, Oda Shingo continued to say: "She came here to express her condolences, and she didn't come in but stood outside the door and gave me the fruit basket."

Hamikaze Yuzuru said, and returned to the table.

He sniffed hard, as if confirming something.

Oda Shingo didn't take it seriously and continued to draw: "The fruit seems good, try it."

"Teacher Oda, haven't you eaten it yet?"

Oda Shingo said casually: "Of course I have to wait for you to come and eat it together."

Hamikaze Yukaku: "..."

Hmm? It feels like a rainbow appeared in the clear sky somewhere? Oda Shingo looked up in confusion.

It must be an illusion. Hamikaze Yukaku stood by the table and looked down at the fruit basket, without any special expression.

"Eat it quickly."

"Did the landlady buy it?"

"Ah, you haven't seen it. She is a very beautiful and dignified woman, and she is very thoughtful... This fruit is cut, and it won't taste good if it is left for a long time."

"No." Hamikaze Yukaku sat back at the table.

What am I doing? Teacher Oda is not my boyfriend, why should I...

"? It's a good fruit, eat it quickly, if you don't eat it, I will." Oda Shingo put down his pen, just as a break.

"..." Hamikaze Yukaku watched Oda Shingo pick up the fork and go towards a piece of cut dragon fruit.

I don't know why, but I'm just not happy!

Snap——

She reached out her hand suddenly, grabbed another fork as fast as lightning, and snatched the dragon fruit piece away.

Oda Shingo didn't take it seriously, and reached out to the pineapple piece again.

Whoosh——The pineapple piece disappeared and appeared in Namikaze Yukaku's mouth.

Okay, you eat it, Oda Shingo shrugged his shoulders and looked at the cut watermelon pieces again.

Namikaze Yukaku also reached out with his left hand and danced with another fork, now both forks were down.

Whoosh——whoosh——

In Oda Shingo's eyes, after a dazzling level of action, the fruit basket was empty of fruits.

Namikaze Yukaku's little mouth was full, and he rolled his eyes, but he still stubbornly ate them all...

"Poor child, I've been sorry for you these days, look how hungry you are." Oda Shingo sighed, got up and helped Namikaze Yukaku pat his back.

But he still didn't take out the money to compensate for the overdue editor-in-chief's salary, and he didn't realize his problem at all.

Or is this considered mature?

Qun Ying Sha headquarters.

"Another batch of garbage, except for this one..." An editor held the envelope of "One Punch Man" in his hand, hesitating.

He is the review editor of the Shoujia Award, but not the follow-up editor.

There is something to this.

According to the tradition of Qun Ying Sha, the follow-up editor of comics is one-to-one. That is, the editor is responsible for signing the manuscript that the editor likes, and he also has direct contact with the author. The subsequent guidance, publication and even KPI profit are directly related.

If some editors choose the right manuscript, they can really make a living for a lifetime.

But the review editor of the Shoujia Award cannot enjoy this follow-up treatment, and cannot be directly linked to the profit of the work.

This was originally intended to ensure the purity of the Hande Award. Unfortunately, this society is very realistic, and editors have no motivation.

"Look at the author." The review editor checked the introduction sheet of the author's identity in the envelope, "Oda Shingo, studying at Tokyo University of the Arts?"

Hmph! I didn't expect it to be this annoying school! The review editor immediately closed the envelope and threw it aside.

I graduated from the glorious Kyoto Seika University, which is unattainable for you who graduated from Tokyo University of the Arts!

Kyoto Seika University is the first school in Japan to set up an animation major, but it is private and has always been in competition with the national Tokyo University of the Arts.

From industry reputation to power circles, there are influences. Even in the three major animation clubs, each has its own small gang.

This is a unique social rule in Japan. As the direct descendant of Tokyo University, the Tokyo police community has a triple click on this.

The top management of Qun Ying She is mainly a circle of Tokyo University of the Arts, which makes it inevitable that the career development of those who graduated from Kyoto Seika University is not so smooth.

This review editor was just resentful. He always felt that he was stuck in the award review position and could not enter the editorial circle of regular publications because of his university background.

Now that there was the work of this Tokyo University of the Arts student, he did not hesitate to screen it out.

However, the review is interactive, and other editors will intervene. If it is picked by others...

The review editor frowned and glanced at the thick envelope of "One Punch Man".

"Excuse me, the web department wants to take some screened comic manuscripts as lecture samples. Sorry to bother you seniors." An assistant from the web department came to apply for the manuscript.

The review editor who graduated from Kyoto Seika University had a cunning look behind his glasses.

"Here, these are all screened manuscripts." He pointed casually, slightly tilted, and led the young assistant to the wrong pile.

Then, he looked at the manuscript of "One Punch Man" with satisfaction, which was taken away as a screening waste.

Aha! Seniors and predecessors, I have made my own contribution to the development of Kyoto Seika University!

I sincerely hope you will continue to study here!