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

Chapter 19 One Punch Man Remake, submitted!

three days later.

The sun was hidden by clouds, as if it didn't want to see the shy scene.

In the dilapidated apartment next to the tram tracks, there were only Oda Shingo and Namikaze Yukaku.

Oda Shingo said seriously: "I put it in."

"Okay, okay..." Namikaze Youhe's voice trembled.

"You're too nervous, relax. The entrance is tight, will it be impossible to get it in?"

Namikaze Youhe with a sacred expression on his face: "How about I, I'll open it a little more..."

"Okay! It's in." Oda Shingo nodded, "But there's too much, it will leak out."

"It's a little nervous as this is my first time submitting an article." Namikaze Youhe's hands were still shaking a little as he carefully sealed the envelope with glue.

Too much white paste was applied.

The thick letter paper made the envelope bulge out.

After all, it’s my first time submitting an article, so I’m very nervous.

After sealing the envelope, Namikaze Yuzuru handed it to Oda Shingo with both hands with a serious expression.

Oda Nobuo walked out with solemn steps, holding the manuscript envelope that contained the hard work of both of them.

I have completed three episodes of "One Punch Man" and am officially submitting it!

"Let's go together!" Oda Shingo shouted.

"Here I come!" Namikaze Youhe shouted happily.

Oda Shingo and Namikaze Yukaku went to a place they had never been to before...

At the mailbox three blocks away.

Just now, when Oda Shingo had just walked a short distance with the submission envelope, he suddenly felt a burning gaze on his back.

Looking back, I saw that Namikaze Yuzuru was standing at the door like a resentful woman, staring at Oda Shingo with eager eyes.

She also wants to submit the manuscript together.

It's understandable, after all, it's the first commemoration.

Postboxes in Japan come in a variety of colors, with orange being the main color.

The mailbox in front of you is an orange-red cylindrical object with a hat.

Shingo Oda stood in front of the mailbox and sighed: "It feels like a very old thing. It hasn't been used for many years."

Namikaze Youhe recalled and nodded, it hasn’t been used for at least a year.

But when Namikaze Yukaku applied to Tokyo University of the Arts, he submitted a letter of intent in his hometown. This is different from China.

As for Oda Shingo, although they were in the same university, he did not feel deeply about this.

"You come and deliver it." Oda Shingo handed the thick letter to Namikaze Yukaku.

Namikaze Youhe's eyes were filled with nervousness and excitement: "Let's deliver it together."

She and Oda Nobuo each held one side of the envelope and slowly put them into the opening of the mailbox.

"Ah! Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, Namikaze Youhe screamed.

"?" Oda Shingo looked at her in confusion.

Namikaze Yuzuru stared at the envelope nervously: "Did we miss a page?"

"……No."

“Did we write the wrong return address?”

"……No."

“Did we write the wrong address?”

"…Don't worry." Oda Shingo comforted, "I checked it carefully."

Namikaze Youhe took a deep breath, silently recited the Ninjutsu in his heart, and his emotions quickly stabilized: "Ah, sorry, it's my first time after all, I'm a little nervous."

"It's okay. I understand." Oda Shingo put a little more force on his hands and led Namikaze Yukaku to push the envelope into the mailbox. "This work is like our child. We care about it very much. It's normal to be overly nervous."

Namikaze Youhe looked at the thick envelope entering the cave with a gentle gaze: "Yes, it's like..."

As the gentle friction sound came from inside, her mood gradually relaxed.

Like our child? This description is very appropriate. With a gentle sound, it went in completely.

The thick envelope landed in the mailbox.

"Ah." Namikaze Youhe suddenly exclaimed again.

"What's wrong?" Oda Nobuo was puzzled.

"No, it's okay." Namikaze Youhe turned around and walked back quickly, with a hint of red on her cheeks.

"?"

Oda Shingo shrugged his shoulders and didn't ask any more questions.

The two went back one after the other.

Namikaze Youhe's footsteps gradually became lighter.

Mr. Oda, a genius like you might not understand me, right?

When I was a child, besides ninjutsu, comic books were the only thing that kept me company.

When I went to school in the city, I couldn't get along well with my classmates.

What accompanies me is still comics.

Now, I have finally submitted the comics I drew myself!
I'm afraid you find it difficult to understand this uneasy feeling?

A little happy, a little excited, a little expectant, and more nervous...

"Thank you, Mr. Oda. You have fulfilled a wish I had since I was a child." Namikaze Youhe looked back at Oda Shingo and smiled, "But a genius like you will definitely not understand this feeling!"

Oda Shingo: “?”

However, Bofeng Youhe smiled and said nothing more. He turned around and walked away quickly with his hands behind his back.

When I was crossing the zebra crossing with the green light, a young girl came from the opposite side carrying a schoolbag.

"The community is flooded with posts, hurry home and eat some melons." She was wearing a JK dress and was walking while holding her phone. She was walking with a heroic air, black hair and beautiful face, which attracted a lot of attention on the road.

Even Namikaze Youhe paid a little attention to her.

This girl is none other than Fujido Kaoru from the dojo gym.

However, Oda Nobuo didn't even look at her a second time. He only had his career in his mind, so naturally there was no beauty in his eyes.

[Comic Devil System Reminder! ] The system sound suddenly rang in my mind.

Oda Shingo was stunned and slowed down his pace a little.

But when he wanted to pay attention to what the system reminded him, it was silent again.

【…】

Hello? System, what are you doing? Are you keeping me in suspense? Oda Shingo pretended to touch his head and continued to cross the road.

Fujido Kaoshige was also walking towards them.

Just as they passed each other, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Oda Shingo.

She suddenly felt something strange and subconsciously looked at the young man who passed by her.

Fujido Kaoru noticed that this was a young man in his early twenties. He was in good spirits, with bright eyes. Although he was not very handsome, he did not look unpleasant.

Even in the eyes of some girls, he has reached the level of Xiaoshuai.

It's just that, it's like something is reminding me to pay attention to him...

The girl's long hair brushed against Oda Nobuo's side.

At that moment, Fujido Kaoru felt as if time had slowed down.

She just looked at the young man, who was only one step away from her.

The figure, movements, and expressions are all so vivid.

Why didn’t I realize before that boys are good-looking too?

Fujido Kaoru was stunned.

No, is this still my own thought? When I see a boy pretending to be so arrogant, I will use my fists to teach him a lesson!
Well, but he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

But why do I have a weird feeling about him?

Fujido Kaoru opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Seeing Oda Shingo gradually walking away, she stopped and looked back.

(End of this chapter)