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

Chapter 127: Female comic fans at the signing event
"Who is that? What daughter?" Oda Nobuo was stunned for a while.

He vaguely remembered running into him when he was dealing with a personal debt.

The big man thought of a few moves at that time, but he found an opportunity to slip away.

Who would fight with him? He looked like a bear, and he was only a real man for three minutes.

And a daughter? No matter how pretty his daughter is, she is probably just Lin Daiyu, who is capable of pulling out a willow tree.

Namikaze Youhe noticed that Fujido Kaoru's expression was not right, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know the middle-aged man just now?"

"Shh——" Fujido Kaoru quickly gestured to her not to speak.

Namikaze Youhe didn't mention it again. He vaguely guessed it, but felt it was unlikely.

This burly bald man and Fujido Kaoru don't look like they are biological children...

This is just a small episode.

Next, Oda Shingo completed the book signing and selling conscientiously.

Compared to the occasional visit before, every fan at this time left a Chinese poem in the book. After all, those who can wait in line until now are really fans who give the cartoonist face.

Soon, people began posting photos of Shingo Oda in the One Punch Man forum.

[Oh, Mr. Oda is quite handsome!]
[Correction: It's Xiaoshuai, not Tingshuai. How do you know if he can stand up?]
[I would like to say this on behalf of Mr. Oda: Please do not slander me!]
[Don’t you think that Mr. Oda’s fair and handsome appearance is very attractive to women?]
[Yes, yes, sister, when I see him, I always want to bully him.]
This was the case at the forum, and there were indeed female comic fans at the signing event who were somewhat interested in Oda Shingo.

In the team, there was a female comic fan who was dressed boldly and seductively.

Before it was her turn, she had already started talking to Oda Shingo.

"Teacher Oda, you can write Chinese characters."

"Teacher Oda, can fans request a photo?"

When the comic book was handed over, the female fan was leaning over the table, looking forward.

She didn't seem to mind the wide-open collar at all, and said in a delicate voice:

"Teacher Oda, you haven't eaten yet, right? My family runs a small izakaya nearby..."

"Teacher Oda, what's your Line account number? Can you add one?"

Oda Shingo just smiled and picked up the comic book, then turned around and asked Namikaze Yukaku: "I have reserved a place tonight, let's have a small dinner at Oda Studio."

It seemed that he did not hear what the female fan said, but it also seemed that he rejected it.

Namikaze Youhe looked at him and nodded vigorously.

At the same time, Oda Shingo remained turned around, just lowered his head to sign on his leg, not looking in the direction of the female fan.

After signing his name, he did not write any more poems. He turned around and smiled and gave it back to the female fan: "Thank you for your support."

When he said this, because the female fan was still leaning on the table, Oda Shingo's face was facing Fujido Kaoru.

The female comic fan straightened up, put the book away, and was about to leave.

But Fujido Kaoru, with her hot temper, won't let her go just like that.

What? You came here and lay on the table in a show of strength, and you still want to leave like this? Mr. Oda is honest and doesn't take it to heart, but we are not here to eat for free!
Fujido Kacheng hugged Oda Shingo's arm and leaned forward: "Teacher Oda, you are so polite. You must treat us to a good meal later. Being an assistant is really hard."

Oda Shingo's arm was trapped between the two arms, as if it had been swallowed up and disappeared by a terrifying giant.

When the female comic fan saw the scene of collapse that was like quicksand, her expression changed, she snorted, quickened her pace and left.

Someone in the comic fan group whistled. Someone else laughed and said, "How can Mr. Oda draw such a good comic with such a female assistant?"

Some people who were quick-witted shook their heads deliberately: "No, no, I understand why Hayato Hyakki wants to suppress Mr. Oda. Who wouldn't be angry when seeing this?"

The fans around burst into laughter, and everyone seemed to be much more tolerant of Mr. Oda.

Fujido Kaoru blushed and quickly let go of Oda Shingo's arm.

However, Oda Shingo acted as if nothing had happened. He smiled and withdrew his arm and continued signing books.

It was not until around nine o'clock in the evening that the fans gradually left.

"Thank you for your care, everyone has worked hard!"

"Thank you very much, thank you for your help today!"

Shingo Oda, along with his two female assistants, also expressed his gratitude to the bookstore and the staff of Qun-Ei-sha.

Although the comic book was printed by Springfield Books, this event was organized by Qunying Society, and the bookstore is also directly under the jurisdiction of Qunying Society.

This is very common in Japan's comics market, where the distribution of many books is intricate and everyone makes money.

The old shop owner came over and shook hands with Oda Shingo very seriously: "Teacher Oda, I admire you very much. Please continue to work hard and incorporate your Showa style into comics!"

Although he is much older than Oda Shingo, he is still called "Sensei". It is not only a respectful title for the cartoonist, but also out of respect.

"Showa style? Ah, how can I deserve this." Oda Shingo said a few humble words politely.

"No, no, I haven't seen a cartoonist like you who can win the hearts of cartoonists for many years!" The old shop owner pulled Oda Shingo into the bookstore and pointed to a photo hanging on the wall.

"This is..." Oda Nobuo looked up and looked at it carefully.

This is an enlarged old photo. The colors are not as bright as they are now, but it looks very contemporary.

In the photo, a group of people surrounded a young man wearing glasses. The young man smiled shyly at the camera and held something like a certificate in his hand.

The old shop owner introduced him: "This is my nephew, who won the Best Newcomer Award in 1994. He was still very young and full of energy at the time."

“……”Oda Shingo looked at the old shop owner and noticed that his lips trembled slightly.

"After serializing two works, his career started to go downhill. He could not draw works that satisfied him and were popular in the market. He tried desperately to draw wonderful comics, but in the end... he died suddenly!"

“……!” Oda Nobuo’s face became serious.

I also died suddenly in my previous life. Although there is no such crisis now, it is a wake-up call.

"Mr. Oda, I noticed that you update the comics very quickly, but please take care of your health." The old shop owner reminded Oda Shingo earnestly.

Oda Shingo bowed: "I understand, thank you very much for your reminder."

The old shop owner looked at the two female assistants not far away and said in a low voice, "Also take care of your body. Since you like Chinese poetry, I remember a line that goes, 'Wine is a medicine that penetrates the intestines, and sex is a knife that scrapes the bones.'"

These two sentences were not poems, and Oda Shingo could not refute them. At least the other party had good intentions, so he could only whisper, "Thank you for the reminder."

The old shop owner went on and on: "Especially those with big breasts, that's the worst. My waist has never been in good condition since I was young, and even my wife has big breasts..."

Oda Nobuo coughed lightly and quickly said goodbye.

The old shop owner was still muttering in the back: "Although this is a bookstore, I still have some Okamoto books. How about giving you some? Take care of yourself and use them slowly..."

Oda Shingo quickly quickened his pace and slipped away.

(End of this chapter)