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

Chapter 26 The Three Women's Thoughts

A shabby apartment building next to the tram tracks.

"Mr. Namikaze, are you still a little restless?" Oda Shingo sat at the table with several completed manuscripts in his hands, and noticed again that Namikaze Yukaku's progress was a bit slow.

She had recovered last night, why did she get sick again today? Oda Shingo sighed in his heart, are Japanese girls more delicate and sensitive than Chinese girls?

Namikaze Youzuru smoothed the hair beside her ear and was a little afraid to look at Oda Shingo.

She had already realized that something was wrong with her feelings towards Oda Shingo.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Oda."

Although he called her teacher, it was no longer the feeling of a younger manga student looking up to his teacher. Although the two were only one or two years apart in age, it was definitely beyond the limit.

She was not stupid. From her reaction to the arrival of the landlady just now, she knew that there was something wrong with her.

But she was panicking.

This situation has never happened before.

I have fantasized so many times about falling in love at first sight or falling in love over time, but none of them came true.

But I haven't been with him for long, why am I so sensitive?

Namikaze Youhe took a deep breath and tried to explain the problem from the perspective that the landlady was an expert.

Maybe it was because I was very wary of her? After all, she was able to detect me hiding in the closet from outside the door last time. That feeling that instantly made her hair stand on end was simply too terrifying.

Oda Shingo noticed that her ears were a little red: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"...I guess so." Namikaze Youhe could only respond casually.

"Is that so? Then you should have a good rest today and don't paint too late. Go back first." Oda Shingo advised with concern.

"No, no, I can draw a few more."

"Go back and rest early. At most, you can work harder tomorrow. By the way, will the quantity be larger tomorrow?" Oda Shingo tilted his head and thought to himself.

What are you talking about, Mr. Oda? Namikaze Yuzuru was ashamed.

Under Oda Shingo's persuasion, Namikaze Youzuru had no choice but to stand up: "Then Mr. Oda, I'll take my leave first. Come as early as possible tomorrow."

"By the way, you don't have to call me teacher, just call me Oda."

Namikaze Youzuru stood at the door and turned around to ask tentatively, "Oda Sama?"

"Namikaze-kun, you can just call me Oda-kun!"

"Oda-kun..." A hint of regret flashed in Namikaze Youhe's eyes.

This is a very professional title.

In fact, Namikaze Yukaku really hoped that Oda Shingo would call him by his name directly like he did when they first met.

How long had it been since I left my hometown and was called by my name? At least, this was the first time that someone called me by that name, Oda-kun.

"I'm leaving, Mr. Oda, no, Mr. Oda." Namikaze Youzuru bowed and prepared to leave.

"Wait a moment, here's your reward for today." Oda Shingo suddenly took something from his seat and walked over.

He handed over a small envelope with both hands: "Thank you for your hard work."

His actions are very similar to those of a small boss or manager who pays salaries in a Japanese company.

Namikaze Youhe was a little curious and quickly took it. It felt thin and there seemed to be a piece of paper inside.

Could this be a confession...

No, Oda-kun said it was a reward?

Oda Shingo said, "Go back and replenish your nutrition. You just ate so much fruit. I owe you too much money and I can't pay you back right away. Just use this to hold on for now."

Thinking back to how he had just rushed to eat the fruit, Namikaze Youhe felt ashamed and quickly closed the door and left.

She hadn't walked far before she couldn't help but open the envelope under the street light.

It turned out to be a 10,000 yen bill.

I feel a little regretful, but not surprised.

"Ah..." Namikaze Youhe understood. No wonder it looked like a paycheck just now.

But does Oda-kun have money? Namikaze Yuzuru wondered.

He must have misjudged that I was not feeling well, so he squeezed out 10,000 yen for me, right?

Namikaze Youhe felt a little regretful about what he had just said.

"Actually, I don't need you to pay me..." Namikaze Youhe thought, carefully putting the money and envelope away. It would be awkward to return it, so why not use the money to buy him some food?
No, maybe I should keep this as a souvenir? Namikaze Youhe was thinking about this all the way.

In a manor-like mansion that she passed by on the side of the road, the landlady Yukino Shindo was reading a comic on the computer screen.

"It's really beautiful." Mrs. Yukino Fuyu moved her white fingers away from the touchpad.

As a typical representative of fair, wealthy and beautiful women, she uses an Apple computer.

Using an Apple device to read comics is relatively rare in Japan, but she is a person who likes to try various methods, especially not sticking to a certain tradition or custom.

ding ding ding-

A Line communication message, sent from a mobile phone.

"Madam, I have sent the information you requested via email." Message from the work secretary.

Xue No Shen Dong opened her computer mailbox.

The mailbox reading interface appeared on the computer screen.

[Oda Shingo, born in 15, is a student on leave from Tokyo University of the Arts. His parents died in a car accident...]
Yukino Fuyu looked at the screen expressionlessly.

[…Due to conflicts in comics drawing concepts, I left a comics studio a few days ago and am currently on leave and unemployed.]
[Estimated assets held: no more than 3 yen.]
Yukino Shindong actually smiled at this time.

Because of me, the asset information is inaccurate.

Jingle bell——

There was another Line message reminder on the phone.

It's another phone.

Apparently, Mrs. Yukino Fuyu has two cell phones.

The message that came was a thank you note from Oda Shingo for the 50,000 yen grant.

Mrs. Yukino Fuyu didn't care and quickly replied, "I just enjoyed reading your masterpiece and paid some subscription fees in advance. You're welcome, Oda-kun."

A waitress dressed as a maid came forward and said, "Madam, the hot water is ready."

Yukino Shindong got up, walked around the long corridor and came to the bathroom.

The bathroom is 50 meters long.

Served by the maids, she slowly took a bath.

After washing off the day's sweat, she entered the huge bath in the center.

The water in the pool ripples, and her graceful figure does not look old at all.

She was alone in the empty bathtub, slowly closing her eyes.

You don't look like someone whose parents have passed away and whose career has suffered setbacks, Oda Shingo.

It's been a long time since I met someone as interesting as him...

Day two.

Academic Day at Tokyo Metropolitan Aono High School.

This is the tradition of Qingye High School. People from all walks of life will be invited to give cultural lectures on this day.

bang bang bang-

"These guys are so unruly!" With a [Disciplinary Committee] armband on her arm, Fujido Kaoru patrolled the campus angrily, "I'm going to graduate in a few months anyway, so I won't bother to care about you then."

Behind her, several male students who had been running around and violating school rules had been beaten up and piled together.

She rolled up her sleeves and quickly stood still in the breeze.

A few pink flowers floated in the sky, they were the falling petals of late cherry blossoms.

Oh, now is the season for love...

Unfortunately, there is no suitable partner for me.

Or take some time to read the comics.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed a sign for a comics lecture.

"Hmm? Guest speaker for Qun-eisha's web department director Saburo Mikami?" Fujido Kaoru looked at the sign and quickly noticed something wrong with some of the comic samples.

"Eh? Isn't this... the One Punch Man web version?!"

Her recent work, which has received a lot of attention, stands out among a bunch of comic screenshots.

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