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

Chapter 8 Please, Landlady
The landlady wants to see my room?

Madam, you are not planning anything bad to me, are you?
In Oda Shingo's mind, an image of a pony pulling a large cart appeared. Perhaps it was the hearse of a deceased person...

"I'm not going into the room, I just want to know about your sleeping and working conditions." Mrs. Yukino Shinfuyu further explained with a 30-degree bow.

So that's how it is, Oda Shingo let out a long sigh.

No need to pull a big cart.

Hmm? Why do I feel a little regretful deep down?
Mrs. Yukino Fuyu's attitude was very serious, and she kept bowing: "After all, I can't make a hasty decision based on just a few words from you. Please!"

Oda Shingo had no reason to refuse, and immediately made way for the door, thinking: Why do I feel a little regretful that she didn't come in? I always feel that there might be some plot after she enters the room?
Mrs. Yukino Fuyu bowed again and looked around the room.

It was rare for a young person to have such a neat room. Mrs. Yukino Fuyuki compared it with the other tenants she had met.

And looking at the state of the painting tools on the table, it already feels a bit like a workshop.

"Can you show me the work on your desk?" Mrs. Yukino Fuyuki asked politely, standing at the door.

"Of course." Oda Shingo took the drawing.

With his current efficiency and speed, he had already drawn several storyboards in a short period of time.

Mrs. Yukino Fuyu took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.

Although she is not a professional, she can see that although these pictures are sloppy and simple, they are very powerful!
"This is called a draft, right?" Mrs. Yukino Shinfuyu looked at each one carefully.

"It's a storyboard." Oda Shingo introduced, "My drawing skills are not up to par yet, but I'm good at writing and storyboarding. The main drawing will be done by my teammates."

"teammate?"

"A teammate of the Struggle Team." Oda Shingo explained very reasonably and kept smiling, "To be honest, I just invited her, and I'm not sure if she will definitely join."

"She?" Mrs. Yukino Fuyu noticed the girl's address.

"Yes, a junior from the Department of Fine Arts. I think she will have more concerns than me, but I will fight for it with my work enthusiasm and sincere attitude." Oda Shingo nodded vigorously to show his determination.

"Ah, I really envy you young people's hard work and drive." Mrs. Yukino Shinfuyu returned the manuscript with both hands and bowed slightly. "I see. I will come to visit you again in the near future to cheer you up! I estimate that in three months, I will have to collect the six months' rent you owe."

Are you here to supervise the work? No problem! Oda Shingo bowed 90 degrees: "Mrs. Yukino, thank you very much!"

"If your work has been serialized in the novel, I will also present you with a gift." Mrs. Yukino Fuyu spoke slowly and in a serious tone.

"Ah, that's really embarrassing. Thank you for your concern." Oda Shingo said politely.

Mrs. Yukino Fuyu continued slowly, "But if you don't have the grades, then the rent will be calculated as arrears, and... it will be collected by force!"

Oda Shingo felt that there seemed to be a sharp light flashing in the lady's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Well, I'll bother you again next time." Mrs. Yukino Fuyu bowed, and walked away slowly in her wooden clogs with the elegant steps unique to upper-class women.

But after walking a few steps, Mrs. Yukino Fuyu turned back and smiled, "By the way, the rental agreement does not prohibit cohabitation, so there is no need to avoid it."

When Namikaze Youhe in the closet heard this, his hair stood on end.

Oda Shingo: “?”

"Oh?" Mrs. Yukino Shindong saw that he seemed to be unaware of the situation. After a slight pause, the smile in her peach blossom eyes became even more intense.

Without saying much, she bowed slightly and then slowly walked away with the sound of soft wooden clogs.

Oda Shingo stood at the door, looking at the widow from afar.

The graceful figure in kimono slowly fades away.

It seems like I really want to be asked to pay the rent again...

Back in the room, Oda Shingo took a sip of water.

Still feeling dry mouth.

It has to be said that this landlady is not only attractive in appearance, but her temperament, words and deeds can also easily arouse a man's heart.

No, I want to draw comics! I want to be the king of the anime world!
"Witch! How dare you disturb my mind!" Oda Shingo suddenly realized that he had been seduced by the landlady.

He walked to the small bathroom mirror and stared at himself in the mirror.

Oda Shingo, you are not attracted by the long-legged school girl who bought a notebook, nor the Shamatte girl who came to your door, so why are you interested in the widow? It's so disappointing!
Could it be that my last name was Cao in my previous life?
I can't be distracted! I want to be the big devil in the anime world!

"The long-legged schoolgirl is a spider spirit!" "The Shamatte girl is a jade rabbit spirit!"

"The landlady is Mrs. Bones!"

Those women, they didn't fall in love with me at first sight, they were all attracted by my beauty! They all wanted my essence!

After shouting three times in front of the mirror, Oda Shingo consolidated his otaku's concept of purity and patted his face again.

Good! My heart is now stable!
Sitting back at the table, he once again devoted himself to his creation.

I didn’t even realize that the long-legged school girl in the closet was about to explode with rage!

Are you referring to me as the long-legged schoolgirl? Who are you talking about, Spider Spirit?
Although I couldn't figure out what spider spirit was at first, I could tell it was not a good name.

Namikaze Youhe had already drawn the shuriken. Fortunately, the cabinet door blocked it, otherwise it might have been thrown out.

Fortunately, she was born a ninja.

[Forbearance is the principle of the Four Noble Truths. Good roots are already established and cannot be moved...] Hafeng Youhe silently recited the way of forbearance in his heart.

Soon, she calmed down.

You, although you are not the sinner as previously judged, you are not a good person either!
But considering that you just seriously want to draw comics with me, I'll let you go for now. We're even now!
Namikaze Yuzuru wanted to wait for Oda Shingo to go into the bathroom or leave the room before slipping away.

but……

You guy, why didn’t you close the door when you went to the bathroom?

Namikaze Youhe's face was flushed in the closet.

I waited for a long time, and time passed by minute by minute.

Bofeng Youhe sat in the cabinet and rested for a few times.

This is a ninja's way of resting, similar to dozing off quietly while staying alert.

In a half-asleep state, she recalled drawing comics at school.

[She actually wants to draw comics?]
[How funny, a country girl is going to draw comics.]
I still remember the ridicule from my classmates.

Because the subject matter was too embarrassing to be shown to others, she would find a place in the library where no one was around and paint quietly.

Once someone approaches, you have to be cautious and quickly change the drawing board.

When inspiration strikes, I paint all night long.

But the library would be closed, so I had to go to the underground passage where the lights were on all night to paint.

Fortunately, I have the ability and can solve any problems I encounter.

“I want to draw comics that I can’t put down!” I have silently said this to myself many times while holding a pen.

But every time I upload a work to the web page and nervously check the comments, I find that readers are not interested in the plot of my work.

[Great workmanship, but what is the author thinking? Doesn’t the book also have to have a plot?!]
[The drawing is nice, but is the story the author tells just a child's play?]
What I drew was not a book, and it was set to be free to watch. The beautiful boys were just interacting with each other out of their true feelings.

I want everyone to see the story I drew, but...

Only the painter was praised.

Is it possible that I really have no creative talent?
Maybe comic book creation isn't for me?
Or should he return to Konoha and take the jonin exam? And then, like countless ninja predecessors, choose a politician as his lord...

But, I really wish I could draw a comic myself...

Suddenly, it seemed as if there was a comic book in front of me, and I vaguely felt that this was the work I had drawn that had been printed...

Namikaze Youhe stretched out his hand in delight, and was about to pick it up...

Oh no! I'm still in the closet!
Bofeng Youhe suddenly woke up.

Peeking outside, I could still see Oda Shingo working hard at the table.

He draws comics... so hard?!

(End of this chapter)