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

Chapter 24: Buried under the cherry tree in Ueno Park as fertilizer

The landlord, Mrs. Yukino Fuyu, approached and bowed politely, "Excuse me, Oda-kun. I apologize for coming here so intrusively this time."

"No, I didn't even have time to welcome you." Oda Nobuo also quickly returned the greeting.

"Last time I came for something, but this time it's a personal thing." Mrs. Yukino said it very cleverly. She not only avoided the question of rent, but also clarified the reason, and she didn't even mention the word "friend".

Are the two of them friends?

Oda Shingo thought about it for a moment and confirmed that they were not even friends at all.

The other person's status is much higher than mine. Although he is a so-called deceased person, he comes from a wealthy family. A poor loser like me should stop daydreaming about him. It can even be said that he is not even worthy of being called a friend.

"I was in deep meditation when I received the Line message you sent me this morning, so I was not able to respond in time. I am really sorry." Mrs. Yukino spoke slowly, but she did not sound anxious. She spoke softly and with a sense of confidence and calmness. "When I found out in the afternoon, I felt that it was a little late to reply, so I was a little angry and came to apologize to you and congratulate you on your success in drawing comics."

She held a fruit basket forward politely with both hands.

In the sunlight, Mrs. Yukino's hands were as white and tender as jade, not inferior to those of a young girl. Oda Shingo did not dare to look at them any longer, and quickly took them over: "Thank you very much, you took the trouble. There is no result, I just sent it out."

"No, it's very good. To be honest, I read it carefully before I came here." Mrs. Yukino nodded gently, "This work is very wonderful, especially the latest 15th chapter. The scene when Sonic the Hedgehog is surrounding Saitama is simply..."

Mrs. Yukino had been speaking steadily and slowly, but she paused here, as if she couldn't find the right words.

She simply smiled lightly and made a side comment: "When Oda-kun's comics are available, I will definitely order them all."

"Thank you very much for your encouragement, madam!" Oda Shingo bowed earnestly. "I'm sorry that you laughed at my poor painting skills."

The artwork of the web version is well known to be ridiculous at first glance.

"You are too modest. I personally think that the scene switching and character creation are better than many comics I have read before!"

Oda Shingo was stunned. He didn't expect that Mrs. Yukino could actually see this.

Although the drawing skills of the web version are poor, the techniques such as storyboarding and creating a sense of momentum are actually very impressive.

"Ah, look at me, I'm so rude. Why have you been talking at the door? Please come in!" Oda Shingo suddenly realized that he had been standing at the door while they were talking. "I have reset the web version and hired another chief writer, but I am responsible for the storyboard and plot. The manuscript has been submitted, but there are still copies..."

"As the Line message said, is there a remake of your comic? I'd definitely like to see it." Mrs. Yukino covered her lips with a look of delight, but soon a trace of regret emerged on her face, "But I have an appointment in the evening, so I'm afraid I won't be able to finish reading it in one go. This is definitely a pity."

"what……"

"How about this, Oda-kun, I know a friend in the comics industry." Mrs. Yukino clapped her hands gently, "I can introduce him to you. I'll make an appointment later. How about sitting down with him?"

"Oh! This is too much trouble for you!"

"No, I believe that Oda-kun's comic remake will not disappoint me and my friend." Mrs. Yukino said seriously, and soon smiled softly, "It's just that my friend is a little special, so please don't mind. But I promise that if she appreciates it, it will definitely be of great help to the comic serialization!"

"Thank you so much!" Oda Nobuo naturally thanked him again and again, looking very grateful.

Mrs. Yukino said goodbye and left.

A gust of summer breeze blew by, and the petals of a few late cherry blossoms slowly fell, just like nature providing a background for the beauty.

The graceful yet dignified figure gradually went away, and Oda Nobuo was a little dazed again.

"What a smart woman... If I was born ten years later, I would have been fascinated by her." Oda Nobuo lowered his head slightly, touching his chin and thinking carefully.

The woman was very sociable and did not enter the young man's room because she was concerned about his identity as a deceased person, but she changed the subject almost without leaving a trace and also gave him the favor of helping Bole.

However, she could tell from the web version that this comic had a future and she had good vision. The more Oda Shingo thought about it, the more he felt that this woman was extraordinary.

Oda Shingo sniffed.

Standing at the door at this moment, I can still smell a few wisps of fragrance lingering in the air.

There is nothing better than the fragrance left by a beauty.

"Since she's taken a fancy to the web version's plot, I guess if my remake doesn't work, she'll ask her friends to redraw it, right? This woman has quite the capitalist calculations." Oda Shingo returned to the room, secretly criticizing the landlady's intentions.

He didn't take his own evil capitalist behavior into consideration at all. He just wrote an IOU to Namikaze Yuzuru for nothing... He looked at what was in the basket. He hadn't eaten fruit for a long time.

The basket is packed in traditional Japanese style and is opaque, so you can't tell what's inside.

Shingo Oda opened the fruit basket, which was filled with Japanese-style sliced fruits.

Compared to the Chinese fruit baskets where the fruits are kept intact, the fruits given as gifts in Japan are mostly sliced and in small quantities.

In Japan, the more expensive the fruit basket, the more time-consuming it is, and it is usually cut into pieces and slices on the spot. Even fruits such as watermelon and pineapple are cut into small pieces, and the price is very high.

"Huh? There's a surprise?" Oda Shingo suddenly discovered that there was a small isolation envelope in the basket.

When the light blue envelope was opened, it turned out to be a piece of paper with a white lacquered background and a thin stack of 10,000 yen banknotes.

Oda Shingo ignored the banknote and immediately picked up the letter to look at it.

The handwriting on it is clear and soft, obviously a woman's style.

Content is a Japanese proverb.

[Summer dreams are like the wind that has no fixed place to go. If you don’t chase it with all your strength, it will disappear in an instant.]
Oda Shingo stared at it for a moment.

I mean, I should do my best to realize my dream...

Of course he knew what this meant.

But, isn't there any other meaning?

"What are you thinking about!" Thinking of this, Oda Nobuo slapped his forehead hard.

In Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still needs to fall in love?
Well, don’t even think about enjoying the flowers, the moon, and the autumn fragrance together, or enjoying the delicious, sweet, and snowy delicacies for all ages.

It’s so cold in late winter that it might freeze into popsicles that break if you hit them.

What's more, the other party is a deceased person, and her ex-husband has a big boss background. Do you believe that he was chopped into pieces and then buried under the cherry trees in Ueno Park as fertilizer?
However, this woman's social skills are off the charts!
Oda Shingo's opinion of his landlord, Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu, increased by another 10%.

After all, she gave him so much, and he was very grateful after counting the money.

Although there are only five bills, totaling 50,000 yen, which may not be much in the eyes of ordinary people, for the impoverished Oda Shingo, it is simply life-saving money!

If I don’t get paid for my writing, I don’t know how I’ll make ends meet! Besides, I still owe Namikaze Yuhe his salary.

Thinking of the payment he owed the girl, Oda Nobuo quickly put the money away.

Then, he carefully placed the paper on his desk as a motto-type card.

Keep painting! He picked up his brush and started working again.

Dong Dong Dong——! ! !
Just a short while later, while he was painting, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"I'm coming." He went forward to open the door.

Outside the door, it was actually Namikaze Youhe.

It's strange, normally people wouldn't knock on the door so urgently.

I saw Namikaze Youhe's eyes wide open, his gaze quickly scanning the room, and he took a few deep breaths through his nose.

Oda Shingo: “?”

"Teacher Oda, let me hang up my windbreaker." She took off her windbreaker and walked quickly to the closet.

His eyes are as bright as a torch.