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

Chapter 10: Dozens of drafts in one night, that’s the big devil!

On the other side, at Tokyo University of the Arts.

Namikaze Youhe was a little uneasy during class.

She didn't sleep last night because Oda Shingo was too crazy. Uh, she was too crazy drawing storyboards and she couldn't get out of the closet.

But this was not the reason why Namikaze Youhe was confused.

The professor in the classroom talked about the history of this world like chanting a sutra: "After escaping the crisis of the Honnoji Incident, Oda Nobunaga launched an overwhelming counterattack against Akechi Mitsuhide..."

Namikaze Yukaku couldn't listen at all. All that was circling in his mind was Oda Shingo's storyboard comics.

What will happen next? Will Baldy be discovered to be very strong? Will some weirdo appear? Will he still be able to solve the problem with one punch?

That’s not all. Namikaze Yukaku found himself always thinking about how to draw those shots in detail.

In her mind, the image of the copying table kept appearing, and the storyboards were placed underneath. She used the G-tip of the comic book pen to carefully draw the images according to her ideas...

Those pictures full of tension will be perfected under my pen!

Every character full of personality will come alive under your pen!
I wonder how many readers will be attracted by the plot and characters when they see this comic!

It’s exciting just thinking about it!
Namikaze Youhe stood up and wanted to pick up his book and leave the classroom.

"That student..." The old professor looked over.

"Ah." Namikaze Youhe then realized his subconscious action and quickly sat down again.

Japanese universities take early leaving seriously, and generally believe that it affects the teaching atmosphere.

In Yamato's opinion, anything that affects others is considered the worst thing.

The classmates whispered.

"Is that person called Namikaze Youzuru?"

"Yes, she's pretty, but she's always been weird."

"Yes, yes, he is cold and gloomy, a weird person."

"I heard that in high school, he broke a boy's bone."

"Ah? So dangerous?"

There were no classmates around her originally, but then another girl sitting next to her took the initiative to move aside.

"..."Under the strange looks from his classmates, Namikaze Youhe quickly lowered his head to read a book and endured until the get out of class was over.

The food at noon seemed to have no taste.

The afternoon class happened to be about comics.

"There is a saying in the comics industry that storyboards determine the skeleton, and the main artist adds flesh and blood." The teacher explained the basic knowledge of comic drawing in class: "Although the storyboard draft looks sloppy, it is called the skeleton of comic drawing and is an important factor that affects the quality of the entire comic."

Namikaze Youhe found an opportunity to ask a question freely: "Teacher, is there anyone who can draw more than a dozen storyboards overnight?"

Many of her classmates looked at her in astonishment.

It’s not because of asking questions, but because in my impression, this Namikaze Youhe has always been cold and taciturn.

In her grade, Namikaze Yukaku was a little famous, with an outstanding appearance and figure. Many people had noticed her for a long time, but her temperament was too special, and she always gave people the feeling that she was not to be messed with.

In particular, an accidental injury incident, amid rumors spread by people with ulterior motives, made her reputation among her classmates even worse.

If a boy dares to talk to her, she will make him feel creepy...

"Draw more than a dozen storyboards overnight?" The teacher pushed up his glasses and smiled, "You asked the right question, didn't you?"

A classmate chuckled.

Uh, I did ask the wrong question, it's not a dozen, it's dozens, Namikaze Youhe muttered in his heart.

That guy, Oda Shingo, completed 68 storyboards overnight, and they were of high quality!

I also thought it was unlikely, so I temporarily changed my mind and said more than ten.

The teacher continued, "Classmates, if this is a cartoonist's work plan, it's Inugami Hoshimiru."

The classmates burst into laughter.

This is a Japanese proverb, which simply means that a dog looks at the stars and has no self-awareness. Namikaze Yukaku's face turned red.

"Students who want to be cartoonists should never overestimate themselves," the teacher said seriously. "If you can draw ten storyboards a day, you are already very productive."

A classmate asked curiously: "Are there any famous and prolific cartoonists nowadays?"

"If you draw more than 28, you're a genius." The teacher looked yearning. "The most famous manga artist in the comics world right now is the young genius Kousuke Kazuki. He draws storyboards a day and is known as the fastest manga artist."

When Namikaze Youhe heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, what if there are more?"

The teacher was stunned: "You mean drawing randomly?"

"No, no, what I mean is that I drew more than sixty storyboards in one night, and they were of high quality." Namikaze Youhe recalled in his heart that it was a miracle that he saw with his own eyes last night.

The teacher said nonchalantly, "Haha, that's the big devil!"

The students laughed again.

A male classmate chuckled and said, "He wrote dozens of drafts in one night. He must be a big devil!"

The weird tone inevitably made people think of something wrong, which made the girls around him sigh.

However, Namikaze Youhe was no longer embarrassed.

Instead, she sat there blankly, seemingly distracted...

That afternoon, time seemed to pass very slowly.

When the course was over, Namikaze Youhe trotted back to his residence as if he had been granted amnesty.

Then, I changed into more formal clothes.

She even took out her makeup box, which she had hardly used since she bought it, and clumsily put on some makeup in front of the mirror.

This is a habit I discovered from other people when I came to Tokyo.

Tokyo women always wear makeup when they go to work.

"Not used to it..." Looking at himself in the mirror, Namikaze Youhe sighed.

If I had put on makeup yesterday, I'm afraid the smell of makeup would be left in Oda Shingo's room. This would be a flaw.

As a ninja, she is very sensitive about the smell on her body.

With trepidation in his heart, Namikaze Yuzuru went to Oda Shingo's residence.

On the way, she couldn't help but muttered softly.

"demon king?"

I was ignored and excluded by my classmates...

I can’t even get into the comics club…

I was ridiculed for publishing comics on the web...

Is there really a chance to be the chief writer under the comics master?
Namikaze Youzuru looked at the cheap, shabby apartment in the sunset from afar and swallowed nervously.

When the sun is about to set.

Oda Shingo heard a polite knock on the door.

When the door was opened, Namikaze Youhe, dressed in a strict business suit, stood upright at the door.

Oda Shingo was stunned.

With delicate yet cool facial features and straight and slender legs, this young girl stood gracefully in the last rays of sunset.

That was a beauty that Oda Nobuo had never noticed in his previous life.

But he was stunned for only a moment and then he regained his senses.

"Welcome, Namikaze-kun, you're here." Oda Shingo smiled.

Why did he notice that Bofeng Youhe was looking at him with a hint of respect?
"Senior Oda, Namikaze Yuzuru is here as you ordered." Namikaze Yuzuru said hi and bowed 90 degrees seriously, "Please allow me to be your chief writer, please!"

(End of this chapter)