Tokyo: They say it's just dating, but they're serious about it.

Block his entire family.

Of course, on the other hand, the situation is different for Katsuhiko. Naruto has already proven its worth in the market.

Moreover, it features the learning effect of the "Focus Potion" without changing the storyline or dialogue, making the retouched artwork a nice bonus.

"This quality is still considered rough?"

Kazaki Yuzuru was dumbfounded. Of course, there was indeed a significant difference between the black and white sketch in her hand and the meticulously retouched color sketch on the coffee table.

In reality, Yuma Kanzaki wasn't interested in the plot or anything like that; she just wanted to learn the drawing technique.

It's also her favorite delicate art style; looking at it for a while feels like getting an eye massage.

He had immense admiration for Katsuhiko's superb painting skills.

Of course, although there is a certain difference between the retouched artwork and the original artwork, it does not affect the direct submission at all... Isn't this unnecessary?

Shen Qi jumped in surprise, instinctively grabbing Sheng Yan's arm and whispering, "You didn't steal this drawing, did you?"

"What are you saying? I was the first to do it, how can you call that stealing?" Katsuhiko picked up the retouched artwork from the coffee table and continued, "Compare them, which one looks better?"

Mr. Kishimoto is only nineteen years old now, just graduated from high school, right? He doesn't have "Naruto" in his mind yet, so the original creator is me, Katsuhiko Takenaka. Kishimoto himself is useless, I still need to hire him to ghostwrite for me and continue the content of the last 20 chapters that I couldn't get.

Hmph, a nineteen-year-old little brother... I'll ask Tanaka Yutaka later which school that little brother is in.

If he's not in Tokyo, bring him here, support his university education, and after graduation, get him a job at "Xia Ying She".

I'll go back and think carefully about which comic artists haven't made a name for themselves yet. I'll steal all of their works, and I won't even finish stealing them; I'll bring them into Xia Ying She to continue the story...

Chapter 119 This is how the entertainment industry is.

Yuma Kanzaki didn't care whether the original manuscript was stolen, bought, or ghostwritten. She just had a sudden, inexplicable thought: she was subconsciously worried about whether Katsuhiko had done it thoroughly enough and whether he would be exposed.

After all, the comic has become a huge hit, and it's obviously very profitable; it's sure to bring both fame and fortune.

Katsuhiko's "tactful" statement clearly implied his agreement. If we're only talking about drawing skills, my husband's drawing is definitely better...

However, with the same plot and lines, won't the original author feel dissatisfied and jump out again?

Why not force him to become a monk, force him to leave the country, or just kill him... hire someone to run him over with a car. I heard you can find a civilian hitman at the job market for just 100,000 yen, and it's not hard to find out.

Back in the "Group 21" era, when I was still a mafia boss's daughter, I already discovered the pattern of right-handed mafia members controlling the entertainment industry...

There are far too many instances of talented newcomers being discovered to be left-handed and unable to be converted to right-handedness; this practice has even extended overseas.

Whether now or in the future, it will continue in the form of inheritance...

"You have a really bad conscience,"

Sheng Yan grabbed her collar, pulled her into his arms, then stood up with his arm around her waist, tucking her under his arm as they walked towards the bedroom. "I have to teach you a lesson. You can't be so gloomy..."

Fortunately, at that time, Kishimoto hadn't even entered the manga industry yet. Luckily, the two manga masters, Akira Toriyama and Hayao Miyazaki, had strong enough talent and were resilient enough.

"I'm your wife now, so of course I have to think about you..."

As Katsuhiko dragged her towards the bedroom, Yuzuru Kanzaki realized what was about to happen. She had been holding back an urge to vent her anger on Katsuhiko, but her dark circles had suppressed it.

In this situation, it wasn't my own initiative; he insisted on it... So, having differing opinions from him actually has these benefits?

The bedroom sliding door slammed shut.

Just a few minutes later, Yuma Kamisaki began to breathe heavily.

Eiyo and Yumi, who were originally fighting at the gate, moved into the courtyard, probably worried about being seen by passersby, and locked the gate.

However, they didn't play for long before getting tired and sat down on the ground to rest.

Although Eiyo is much taller and has better measurements than Kanzaki Yumi, Eiyo is all soft flesh and without Kotoha's help, she is at a disadvantage against the fit and toned Kanzaki Yumi.

"Damn it, you hit so hard..." Eiyo took out a small mirror from her bag and saw her bloodshot eyes, which would probably turn purplish-red soon, making her look like Yumi... Eiyo almost burst into tears on the spot, threw the small mirror into Kanzaki Yumi's arms, and said, "Don't you dare leave, wait for Kotoha-chan to come back, I'll beat you to death."

Kanzaki Yumi picked up a small mirror with a grin, looked at her face, and her smile instantly froze. She said irritably, "You're trying to steal my chance to become your wife, and you still have the nerve to say that? Until I become your wife, don't even think about getting rid of that puffy eye."

“Outrageous! I’m going to exercise my rights as the legal wife,” Eiyo stretched out her arm, pointed at Kanzaki Yumi, and said loudly with a smug look in her eyes, “You mistress, stop bothering my husband, or I’ll let the neighbors judge and condemn you together.”

With a look of disdain, Kanzaki Yumi tossed the small mirror into Eiyo's arms, got up, dusted herself off, and headed straight for her room, saying, "Don't say such brainless things, it will expose your lack of intelligence."

Yingdai grinned, holding up the household registration copy, and walked into the room, saying, "I dare not do anything. Now I am the legal wife, and you are the mistress."

Kanzaki Yumi chuckled coldly twice and said, "Before I become your wife, I'll make you live like a widow."

"What right do you have to interfere... um? What's that sound?"

Eiyo and Kanzaki Yumi simultaneously turned their heads to look at the tightly closed paper door of the master bedroom, their eyes widening instantly.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in Kanzaki Yumi's heart. They had just been fighting to the death in the courtyard, and now they were doing this kind of thing in the bedroom behind her back.

Yingdai, who had already become a legal wife, suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, as if her home had been robbed, when she was in this situation.

"Shameless!" Eiyo's face flushed red as she angrily sat down on the living room sofa, glaring fiercely at the bedroom sliding door before pointing at Kanzaki Yumi and whispering, "You sisters are all shameless, and so is that Shiraki Masae. In broad daylight, three perverts..."

"Don't frame me."

Before Eiyo could finish speaking, the sliding door to the next bedroom opened, revealing half of Shiraki Masako's body. She was wrapped in a white cotton bath towel and wearing a shower cap, clutching her collar with one hand, her face flushed red.

Yingdai blinked and said, "How did I frame you? Eavesdropping next door is perverted, or is it perverted downstairs?"

"Shh~~" Kanzaki Yumi crouched down, put her index finger to her lips, and whispered mysteriously, "Don't you guys feel that the atmosphere inside is a bit strange?"

Yingdai looked completely bewildered.

Shiraki Masayuki blushed, tilted her head, and pursed her lips. She had just overheard some conversation.

Katsuhiko said: Don't have such dangerous thoughts in the future. You should feel guilty and want to make amends to the original author.

Yuma Kamisaki retorted: "Isn't this for your own good? If you kill him, you won't have any worries."

Katsuhiko said: I'll run you over first.

Yuma Kanzaki, with an eager tone, said: "Even if you kill me, it's for your own good..."

Then, a short while later, Yuma Kamisaki started crying, sobbing and apologizing...

Anyway, it seemed like Katsuhiko was really annoyed, but Kanzaki Yuma just wouldn't admit her mistake, almost as if she was doing it on purpose...

"Wow~" Kanzaki Yumi exclaimed, holding up her wristwatch, "In just fifteen minutes, Yuma died eleven times, and she's still being stubborn. I'm so jealous of her..."

"Pervert..." Yingdai muttered, covering her bright red ears, ran to the door of the second bedroom, grabbed Shiraki Masayuki's bath towel, and said, "This is my bath towel, I'm going to take a shower, give it to me!"

Eiyo just got into a fight with Kanzaki Yumi, and her new white dress is already filthy. She's also sweaty, so she definitely needs to take a shower...

Masayuki Shiraki quickly grabbed the towel and said, "There's another one in the bathroom, you can use that."

Yingdai didn't let go, and said with a grin, "Then pay the rent, one thousand yen per minute."

"You're still trying to scam me out of money?" Shiraki Masayuki ripped off the bath towel, covered her chest with one hand, and ran quickly into the bathroom. She then came out wrapped in another blue bath towel. "This is Kotoha's bath towel, right? I gave her 300 million yen, and I probably won't get it back. I don't believe she has the nerve to ask for a bath towel again."

"It's already been used. The usage fee was five million yen." Eiyo said sarcastically as she entered the bathroom.

Kanzaki Yumi, who was still holding up her wristwatch to keep track of time, suddenly turned around, walked up to Shiraki Masayuki, and asked, "Are you that rich?"

"No!" Shiraki Masayuki entered the second bedroom wrapped in a bath towel.

Kanzaki Yumi lost all interest in keeping track of the time and quickly slipped into the bathroom to find Eiyo and inquire about Shiraki Masayuki's financial situation...

Yumi Kanzaki hasn't received her salary yet, and she already has no money to maintain her motorcycle.

A moment later, Yingdai's embarrassed and angry voice rang out from the bathroom: "Don't go too far, you jerk! They're coming at three, hurry up and shower!"

At 2:50, Sheng Yan opened the paper fan door to the bedroom.

Shiraki Masayuki, wrapped in a blue towel with koto leaves, and Kanzaki Yumi, wrapped in a white towel with Eiyo leaves, stood at the door.

Kanzaki Yumi said, "Honey, I'm going into the bedroom to get some clothes. Is that alright?"

With her face flushed, Shiraki Masako whispered to the wall, "You guys were taking up the bedroom, so it wasn't convenient for me to go in and find some clothes."

Kotoha and Eiyo's clothes were stored in the closet in the master bedroom. Now, not only Shiraki Masayuki, but also Eiyo and Kanzaki Yumi hadn't changed their clothes after taking a bath.

"Once Yuzuru wakes up, give her a bottle of water. You don't need to rush, I'll arrange to meet the editor at Mikoto's house..."

The bottled water containing the "recovery potion" stored in the bedroom had just been drunk up by Yuma Kamisaki, but Katsuhiko didn't want to give her the potion directly, otherwise she would regain her energy and then be busy for most of the day...

After finishing his sentence, Katsuhiko walked directly to the TV cabinet in the living room, picked up the landline phone next to it, and dialed the phone number left by the editor of the weekly shonen magazine.

The two houses are not far apart, separated only by a small alley.

Katsuhiko put down the phone, tidied up the sketches on the table and the outline that Yuma Kanzaki had prepared, and then went out.

As the door slammed shut, Eiyo, who had been hiding in the bathroom, poked her head out, clutching her chest, and yelled at Kanzaki Yumi with a look of embarrassment and anger, "You bastard, give me back my towel..."

Kanzaki Yumi ignored her, opened the refrigerator in the dining room, took out a bottle of mineral water mixed with a "recovery potion", and then went into the bedroom.

On the bed in the bedroom, Yuma Shinsaki lay sprawled out, covered only by a thin light blue sheet. Her pink lips were slightly parted, her eyelashes trembled, and she looked drowsy and unable to wake up.

"Could she be broken?"

Kanzaki Yumi squatted down by the bed with a grin, unscrewed the cap of a mineral water bottle, and poked Kanzaki Yuma's reddened shoulder with her finger.

Shenqi Youzhen suddenly trembled, and began to cry softly, as if talking in her sleep: "Husband, I was wrong... I'll never do it again, please let me go..."

"Katsuhiko-kun is amazing..." Shiraki Masako gasped softly, covering her mouth, her wide eyes darting around...

"I thought you were so tough." Kanzaki Yumi grabbed Kanzaki Yuma's arm and pulled her up.

Yuma Kanzaki, as if she had no bones left, drooped her head and sobbed weakly, "I'll die... I'll really die..."

Shiraki Masayuki pursed her lips. She had been eavesdropping and learned the general situation.

The reason why Yuma Kanzaki ended up like this is because she wanted to run someone over with her car, and Katsuhiko disagreed... Is this her punishment? It's really enviable. I really hope Katsuhiko will be so "cruel" to me. I'm looking forward to it more and more, and I'm jealous of this woman.

"I think you're just showing off on purpose." Kanzaki Yumi snorted irritably, roughly shoved the mouth of the mineral water bottle into her mouth, made her gulp down a few mouthfuls, then pushed her down and pulled the bed sheet over her head.

After thinking about it, I was still a little angry, so I punched her right under the eye through the bed sheet.

A few minutes later, the dazed Yuma Kamisaki slowly opened her eyes.

In my field of vision, three neatly dressed women stood around the bed, looking down at me.

After a moment of shock, Shinichi was overcome with shame. She sat up, clutching the bedsheet and protecting her chest, and asked, "What... what do you want to do?"

"Shameless," Yingdai said, crossing her arms and squinting as she sneered, "You stole my husband while I was fighting outside."

With a mischievous grin, Kanzaki Yumi pulled out a small mirror and said, "Look at the smoky eye makeup I did for you. Doesn't it look good? It's even a purplish-black color!"

Yuma Kanzaki didn't look in the small mirror because she already had dark circles under her eyes, and she didn't feel any pain.