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

The landlady wants to see my room?

Madam, you are not planning anything bad to me, are you?

In Oda Shingo's mind, a picture of a pony pulling a cart appeared, perhaps it was the hearse of the deceased...

"I'm not going to enter the room, I just want to know about your sleeping and work situation." Mrs. Yukino Fuyufu bowed at a 45-degree angle to further explain.

So that's how it is, Oda Shingo breathed a sigh of relief.

No need to pull the cart.

Hmm? Why do I feel a little regretful deep in my heart?

Mrs. Yukino Fuyufu's attitude was very serious, and she kept bowing: "After all, I can't make a hasty decision based on just a few words from you. Please!"

Oda Shingo had no reason to refuse, and immediately made way for the door, while thinking in his heart: Why do I seem to feel a little regretful that she didn't come in? I always feel that there might be a plot after entering the door?

Mrs. Yukino Fuyufu bowed again, and then looked around the room.

It's so rare for young people to have such a clean room. Mrs. Yukino Fuyuki compared it with the various tenants she had met before.

And looking at the state of the painting tools on the table, it already felt like a workshop.

"Can you show me the work on your table?" Mrs. Yukino Fuyuki asked politely while standing at the door.

"Of course." Oda Shingo took the draft.

With his current efficiency and speed, he had already drawn several storyboards in a short time.

Mrs. Yukino Fuyuki took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.

Although she was not a professional, she could see that these pictures were sloppy and simple, but very bold!

"Is this called a draft?" Mrs. Yukino Fuyuki looked at them carefully one by one.

"It's a storyboard draft." Oda Shingo introduced, "My painting skills are not up to standard, I am good at screenwriting and storyboarding. The main painting will be done by my teammates."

"Teammate?"

"Teammate of the struggle team." Oda Shingo explained very reasonably and kept smiling, "To be honest, I just invited her just now, and I am not sure whether she will definitely join."

"She?" Mrs. Yukino Fuyuki noticed the girl's address.

"Yes, a junior from the art department. I think she has more concerns than me, but I will fight for it with my work enthusiasm and sincere attitude." Oda Shingo nodded vigorously to show his determination.

"Ah, I really envy you young people's fighting spirit." Mrs. Yukino Fuyu returned the manuscript with both hands and bowed slightly, "I understand, then I will come to visit again in the near future to cheer you up! It is estimated that in three months, I will have to collect the half-year rent you owe."

Is the next visit to supervise? No problem! Oda Shingo bowed 90 degrees: "Mrs. Yukino, thank you very much!"

"If your work has been serialized in the work, I will also present a gift." Mrs. Yukino Fuyu slowed down her speech and spoke in a serious tone.

"Ah, I am really sorry, thank you for your care." Oda Shingo was polite.

Mrs. Yukino Fuyu continued to say slowly: "But if you don't have any grades, then the rent will be calculated as arrears, and... it will be collected by force!"

Oda Shingo felt that there seemed to be a sharp light flashing in the eyes of this lady, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Well, I'll bother you again next time." Mrs. Yukino Fuyu bowed, and with the elegant steps unique to upper-class women, she slowly walked away in her wooden clogs.

But after walking a few steps, Mrs. Yukino Fuyu turned back and smiled: "By the way, the rental agreement does not prohibit cohabitation, so there is no need to avoid it."

Hitomi Yuzuru in the closet suddenly felt goosebumps when he heard this.

Oda Shingo: "?"

"Oh?" Mrs. Yukino Fuyu saw that he seemed to be unaware of the expression, and after a slight shock, the smile in her peach blossom eyes became even more intense.

Without saying much, she bowed slightly, and then slowly left with the sound of wooden clogs.

Oda Shingo stood at the door, looking at the widowed wife from a distance.

The graceful kimono back slowly went away.

It seems that I really want to be asked to pay the rent again...

Back in the room, Oda Shingo drank a mouthful of water.

Still feeling dry mouth.

It must be said that this landlady is not only attractive in appearance, but also very easy to arouse men's hearts with her temperament and behavior.

No, I want to draw comics! I want to be the king of the anime world!

"Witch! How dare you mess up my mind!" Oda Shingo suddenly realized that he was seduced by the landlady.

He walked to the narrow bathroom mirror and stared at himself in the mirror.

Oda Shingo, you are not moved by the long-legged school girl who bought the book, and you are not moved by the killer girl who came to your door, so why are you interested in the widow? It's too disappointing!

Is my last name Cao in my previous life?

Can't be distracted! I want to be the man who is the big devil in the anime world!

"The long-legged junior is a spider spirit!"

"The shamatte girl is a jade rabbit spirit!"

"The landlady is a bone lady!"

Those women, they didn't fall in love with me at first sight, they were all attracted by my beauty! Each of them is greedy for my essence!

After shouting three sentences to the mirror, Oda Shingo consolidated the pure concept of otaku and patted his face again.

Good! My Tao heart is stable!

Sitting back at the table, he devoted himself to creation again.

Isn't it realized that the long-legged junior in the closet is about to explode!

Is the long-legged junior referring to me? Who are you talking about, spider spirit!

Although I couldn't react to what a spider spirit was for a while, I could tell it wasn't a good name.

Bofeng Youhe had already drawn the shuriken. Fortunately, the cabinet door blocked it, otherwise it might have been thrown out.

Fortunately, she was born a ninja.

[Ninja, the principle of the Four Noble Truths, the good roots are already determined, and the good roots are not moved...] Bofeng Youhe silently recited the way of ninja in her heart.

Soon, her mind calmed down.

You guy, although you are not the sinner judged before, you are not a good person either!

But considering that you just want to find me to draw comics together, I will let you go for the time being, we are even!

Bofeng Youhe wanted to wait for Oda Shingo to go to the bathroom, or sneak away when he left the room.

But...

You guy, why didn't you close the door when you went to the bathroom!

Bofeng Youhe's face was flushed in the cabinet.

After waiting for a long time, time passed by minute by minute.

Bofeng Youhe sat in the cabinet and rested for a few times.

This is a way for ninjas to rest, similar to dozing off quietly while keeping alert.

In a half-asleep state, she recalled the time when she was drawing comics in school.

[She actually wanted to draw comics? ]

[How ridiculous, a country girl wants to draw comics. ]

The ridicule of her classmates was still vivid.

Because the subject matter was embarrassing to show to others, she found a place in the library where no one was around to draw quietly.

Once someone approached, she would be nervous and quickly change the drawing board.

When inspiration came, she would draw all night.

But the library would be closed, so she would go to the underground passage with lights on all night to draw.

Fortunately, she had the ability to solve any troubles.

"I want to draw a comic that I can't put down!" How many times did she hold the pen and silently recite in her heart.

But every time she uploaded her work on the web page and nervously checked the comments, she would find that readers were not interested in the plot of her work.

[The painting skills are praised, but what is the author thinking? I wonder if the book also has a plot? ! ]

[The drawing is good, but is the story the author tells a child's play? ]

I didn't draw a book, and it's set to be free to watch. Those beautiful boys are just interacting with each other from the heart.

I want everyone to see the story I drew, but...

I was only praised for my drawing skills.

Do I really have no talent for creation?

Maybe, comic creation is not suitable for me?

Or should I return to Konoha and honestly take the jonin exam? Then, like countless ninja predecessors, choose a politician as the lord...

But, I really hope to have a comic drawn by myself...

In a trance, it seems that there is a comic book in front of me, and I vaguely feel that this is the work I drew and published...

Hamikaze Yukaku stretched out his hand in joy, and stretched out his hand to pick it up...

Ah, no! I'm still in the cabinet!

Hamikaze Yukaku suddenly woke up.

Peeping out, he still saw Oda Shingo working hard at the table.

He draws comics... so hard? !