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

Chapter 59: This embarrassing thing... should I wear it for you to see?
As soon as Oda Nobuo saw the other person's posture, he knew that he was a martial arts practitioner.

Just now, Bajiquan was recognized by him in a few moves and his way was blocked. This guy has very good eyesight.

The Bajiquan spread in Japan, strangely, did not inherit the traditional Chinese Bajiquan techniques. The most famous move is the Iron Mountain Leaning, not the Eight Great Moves.

It is said that the master who was sent from China to Japan to teach Bajiquan was the best at hiding moves among the masters. I don't know if it is because of this reason that the Bajiquan spread in Japan does not specialize in the eight major moves.

"Excuse me, I am the twelfth generation successor of the Fujido Ryu, and the head of the Fujido family." The bald middle-aged man introduced himself, his hands placed straight on both sides of the body, and his burly figure bowed at a thirty-degree angle.

The movements were slow but full of power, with that vigorous feeling of a martial artist revealed.

He is naturally Fujido Kaoru's father - Fujido head. I came to the small street to buy something and happened to see Oda Shingo's dispute.

He was planning to step forward and pick up the two men one by one, but he noticed that one of them seemed to have some tricks.

Continuing to observe, he was surprised to find that this handsome young man actually had some extraordinary martial arts skills.

"Just now I noticed that while you were explaining it, you were always holding back. It was not until the opponent lunged at you that you had to knock him down, and you controlled your strength so as not to hurt him. This kind of martial arts mentality is not seen in many young people!" The head of Fujido praised sincerely.

"Yeah, hello. Thank you for the compliment, I'm leaving now." Oda Shingo wanted to make a detour. He wasn't very interested in martial arts, let alone sparring with them.

The head of Fujido took a half step to the side and blocked it again: "If you don't mind, I hope to come to my dojo to spar with you."

"I'm just a cartoonist. I want to go home." Oda Shingo changed direction and tried to avoid it.

"A manga artist?" The head of Fujido became even more excited upon hearing this. His eyes sparkled and he completely blocked him out. "We really need to have a deeper discussion!"

Fortunately, Fujido Kajuu has provided him with reverse education for many years, otherwise, based on his personality, he would have said something like "I have a daughter" long ago.

Oda Shingo didn't want to get entangled any more, so he stomped on the ground and rushed past him. In his mind, the Bajiquan ability could only be maintained for a dozen seconds.

"Hey, hey, I don't mean any harm." The size difference was quite large, and Fujido didn't expect the other party to escape, and he slipped away before he knew it.

But the young man ran away.

I want to pursue her, but it seems inappropriate.

The head of Fujido walked up to Sato Ryota and asked him, "Hey, you reckless boy, do you know that handsome boy just now?"

Sato Ryota was already feeling aggrieved, and he was even more unhappy after hearing this: "I don't know, who knows!"

"Think about it, think hard." The head of Fujido stretched out two fists as big as casserole pots to both sides of his head.

Crack! The fist as big as a casserole made a slight sound when clenched.

This is really a fist as big as a casserole.

Sato Ryota: "I think I can remember..."

The head of Fujido got the contact information he wanted.

Although Sato Ryota had blocked Oda Shingo, it was still easy for him to retrieve his cell phone number.

"Oda Shingo? Why do I feel like I've heard of him somewhere?" The head of the Fujido family scratched his dry scalp.

Ryota Sato picked up his handbag from the ground and planned to slip away.

"Huh? Ah! Oda Shingo took my bag by mistake!" Sato Ryota was stunned. He took out a pair of slippers and shook them frustratedly.

The bags that the two of them had just brought were both thrown on the ground. They looked almost the same, but Oda Nobuo took the wrong one when he left.

"It's a pity that I bought something for my girlfriend. Forget it, it's just a few thousand yen. I hope he can really pay me back..." Sato Ryota was so depressed that he wanted to throw away the slippers.

"Don't throw away other people's things." The head of Fujido snatched it away.

This is an excuse to find the other party.

Go back and give it to the maid at home, and let her get in touch with this young man by returning the things, and it might turn out to be a good thing.

The first child born was named Fujitang! Fujitang thought happily and walked away humming a little tune.

On the other side, run-down apartments next to the tram tracks.

"Okay, let's continue working." Oda Shingo returned home and devoted himself to working on comics again.

Take a look at the web site first.

The recommendations and traffic are going well, and the number of collections has climbed again, which can be said to be a rapid progress.

Shingo Oda believes that this is just the beginning, and his goal is to get half of the traffic of Qun Ying Sha's website.

At least the original work has reached this level. I have absorbed a lot of opinions afterwards and added personal understanding and modifications, so the effect should be better.

Around 3pm, Namikaze Yukaku arrived first. College students have much more free time than high school students, so she always arrives first.

"I'm back." Namikaze Youhe came in and changed into slippers.

"Namikaze-kun, I bought something for you. It's in the handbag at the door." Oda Nobuo bent over the table and wrote furiously.

"Ah, thank you for your care." Namikaze Youhe raised the corners of his mouth and quickly picked up the handbag at the door.

The handbag had the usual drawstring closure, and she touched it cautiously at first, trying to guess what might be inside.

It's very light and soft to the touch, like something like clothing.

Oda Shingo said without turning his head, "It's specially made for you. If you like it, you can like it. Try it on and have a try. It's a one-size-fits-all model, so I don't know if it will fit."

Namikaze Youhe closed the door and stood at the door, unsealed the rope of the handbag and looked inside.

I didn't understand it at first, so I pulled some things out...

Pink, very thin, and highly translucent fabric...

There was also a place where the fabric was lace, with the word [幽] embroidered on it. There was also a soft opening, as if it could be opened to some important part by moving it left or right...

Bofeng Youhe frowned and looked for a long time, then suddenly let out a soft cry and almost dropped the thing in his hand.

Her face turned red instantly!

"O-Oda-kun, this delicate thing is..."

"I had it made in a handmade workshop. Why don't you try it on?" Oda Shingo wondered what she was doing standing at the door, so she should put on her slippers and come in.

"Put it on..." Namikaze Youhe felt his ears getting hot.

No, no, absolutely not!

Even if Oda-kun wants to see it, he can't!

At least I have to take him back to my hometown to meet his parents...

"O, Oda-kun, thank you, but..." Namikaze Yuzuru wanted to refuse.

She didn't even have the slightest suspicion that Oda Shingo might be a bad guy...

Click.

There was another soft click on the door, the sound of a key being inserted.

Namikaze Youhe shuddered and hurriedly crumpled up the handbag and the lingerie into a ball and stuffed them into his own bag.

Even though the opening was very tight and the space inside was full, I managed to squeeze it in before the door opened.

"I'm here." Fujido Kaoru walked in. "What a coincidence? Namikaze Yukaku, you just came back? Hey, why is your face so red?"

"I, I choked."

"Huh? You didn't drink any water either. Where's the cup?"

"That... isn't water, it's saliva. Right, that's why I choked on my saliva!"

"Oh—but I didn't hear you cough?"

"... choking!"

"?"

In any case, the afternoon work went on normally.

But during the meal, Namikaze Yukaku lowered his head like a thief and didn't look at Oda Shingo the whole time.

“?” Oda Nobuo didn’t understand.

He noticed that Namikaze Youhe didn't change into slippers, but he just thought that the other party didn't like them, or thought they looked like handmade items and was reluctant to wear them.

When finishing work in the evening, Oda Shingo found that Namikaze Yukaku's work efficiency was obviously slower than usual.

Oda Shingo also noticed:
When Namikaze Youhe left, he suddenly looked back at himself.

That look, weird...

(End of this chapter)