Chapter 6 The beauties are coming to take out food!
What is this sinner thinking about me while facing the chair? Namikaze Yukaku, who was in the cabinet, gritted his teeth and subconsciously touched his hand to his waist, touching the cold shuriken.
But Oda Shingo in the room walked around the new furniture and said to himself: "The wood surface of the chair is too hard. Will it be uncomfortable for girls to sit for a long time?"
Namikaze Yukaku was stunned. Something seems wrong?
At this time, Oda Shingo went out again.
After she confirmed that Oda Shingo was gone, she quietly came out of the cabinet and began to check what was in the two bags he bought.
"Could it be some kind of picture album by an otaku? That guy might have that kind of messy stuff in his head."
She flipped through it carefully.
The lights were not turned off, so I could see very clearly.
But unexpectedly, it contained things like painting tools and paper.
"M-Could it be..." Namikaze Yukaku's eyes widened.
A picture appeared in Namikaze Yukaku's mind: he was forced to be his model due to verbal coercion, and then Oda Shingo opened the drawing board with an evil smile...
That guy doesn’t take photos, he actually uses paintings!
His thinking is really perverted!
Namikaze Youhe was deeply disgusted in his heart.
But... something seems wrong.
Why do most of these newly purchased painting tools seem to be second-hand goods?
Second-hand goods, that is, second-hand goods, are relatively cheap.
Namikaze Yukuru himself draws comics, so he knows very well how expensive brand new drawing tools are. Second-hand goods can be as cheap as 20% off.
But since he bought second-hand goods, why did he buy new tables and chairs?
Namikaze Yukaku was puzzled.
Suddenly her heart moved slightly, as if she thought of something.
But before he had time to think about it, Namikaze Yukaku's sensitive hearing had already detected the sound of footsteps.
Whoosh - she ran back into the cabinet again.
Nestled in the cupboard, Namikaze Yukaku quietly watched Oda Shingo enter the door, and actually got back a brand new seat cushion and a waist protector.
Oda Shingo carefully placed the seat cushion and waist protector on the new chair: "This way, Namikaze Yukaku will not get tired easily while sitting here drawing comics, right?"
"..." Namikaze Youhe couldn't get enough energy for a long time.
It seems, it seems, where did I go wrong? Is he prepared for me?
Next, she watched Oda Shingo group the painting tools into two tables, and the new items in the painting tools were also placed on the new table, obviously in preparation.
Then he sat down on the old shabby chair and began to paint on the broken table.
Namikaze Yukaku was stunned.
Soon, it can be judged from Oda Shingo's movements. He is seriously drawing comics.
Namikaze Youkaku realized something was wrong and began to think hard.
Creating comics, working together, writing teammates, storyboarding...
At that time, Oda Shingo caught up with him, and he did say something about creating comics, but his attention was focused on the club student who was discovered by his classmates to buy the book.
"Mashaka..." Yukaku Namikaze was stunned. Are you really going to invite me to join the manga creation team?
At this moment, Namikaze Youhe was keenly aware that someone else was coming.
Soon there was the sound of heavy footsteps, careless steps landing on the broken iron floor of the cheap apartment.
Soon there was another banging on the door, and a woman's charming voice came: "Hey, hey, good stuff has been delivered to your door."
It can't be this sinner... Well, maybe I shouldn't call him a sinner, but maybe he really ordered [takeaway]. Namikaze Yukaku speculated in the cabinet.
Oda Shingo at the table stopped writing.
From memory, I could tell that it was the voice of a Shamate girl who lived next door.
He didn't open the door, he just stood up and went to the door, opened the small observation window on the door panel, looked through the door and responded: "What's the matter?"
Outside was a woman in her 20s, dressed in a racy style, with dark circles under her eyes. It was unclear whether it was due to fatigue or some very bad hobby.
Oda Shingo knew her and was the tenant next door.
The Shamate girl blinked her eyes again and said in an ambiguous tone: "Little brother, my sister has something good to sell you, how about it?"
A piece of clothing dangled in her hands.
fraud! That's not yours! Shingo Oda, who has been an animation supervisor for many years and is familiar with the human body structure, can see through it at a glance.
Snap! The observation window was closed heavily by Oda Shingo.
"No money!"
The Shamate woman outside the door was stunned for a moment, tried to seduce again but was ignored again, and soon roared in a loud voice: "You damn otaku!"
"You must have no money, why are you pretending to be a serious person!"
"Trash! Pauper! It's true that I despise you!"
The Shamate woman smashed the door and left.
Shingo Oda in the room remained unmoved and concentrated on drawing comics while waiting.
Hum, I don’t want to be a woman for the time being, all I can think about now is my career!
Namikaze Yukaku, who was in the closet, felt that he had really misunderstood him.
He... seems to be very serious about drawing comics?
Under the light, it seems that this young man's profile is...a little handsome?
The moment this thought came into his mind, Namikaze Yukaku quickly shook his head.
Uh... What I should think about now is how to leave... She was very embarrassed.
I can only wait for Oda Shingo to go to the toilet or something...
Time passed by minute by minute.
Gu - I'm hungry.
There happened to be a few rice balls left to satisfy my hunger, I just noticed it when I was packing my things.
"Salt rice ball? Fortunately it expires tomorrow." Oda Shingo picked it up and looked at it.
As a Chinese in my previous life, I am a little uncomfortable with cold food. Not to mention the dry rice balls that were only seasoned with salt.
There was no microwave to heat it up, so Oda Shingo ate the cold rice balls in one bite.
Eating cold food is a habit of the Japanese. It is said that they pay attention to the authenticity of taste.
While eating, Oda Shingo thought about how to expand the market.
""The Burial of Florian" is not suitable for me now." Oda Shingo came to a conclusion after thinking carefully.
In the current market, newcomers will be killed if they don’t shine in three rounds.
Because of the slow pace of this comic, it is not suitable for newcomers to create, and editors and comic clubs will not give it full trust.
The original work also lasted several months on Earth before it gained fame.
More importantly, Oda Shingo believes that his current situation, regardless of funding or technology, cannot support this work.
After you have achieved some success, you must use the best team, the best state, and the highest financial investment to build the glory of "The Burial of Florian".
As a newcomer, the quickest way to get ahead is to create buzz.
Oda Shingo smiled and began to quickly outline a plan in his mind.
As a well-known animation producer in his previous life, according to his current standards as a new comic book author, his market operation capabilities are at the dimensionality reduction level.
Having initial popularity in the web page, and then serializing it in a weekly magazine with a small budget and high efficiency is the most suitable route for you.
So the works that are more consistent are...
"ONEPUNCHMAN" One Punch Man!
The rice ball in my mouth seemed to taste delicious.
After eating the rice balls, Oda Shingo boiled the water and poured himself a cup of hot tea according to his physical habits.
Fortunately, there are also the cheapest tea bags that are at the tea residue level.
"Huh--" White mist floated up, and as he drank the hot tea with a sigh, Oda Shingo felt that he was gradually getting used to his new identity.
It is said that another reason for eating cold food is that Japanese people are afraid of disturbing others. Hot food evaporates a lot, so most students eat cold lunch boxes.
At this time, there were very slight footsteps.
It's the sound of clogs stepping on iron plates.
Ta, da, da...
The footsteps of the walkers are actually very light, but the sound still easily passes through the wall panels, which fully demonstrates the characteristics of the dilapidated apartment.
Of course, compared to the previous woman, she is already a lady.
Ta, tap.
A gentle knock on the door, a very standard polite knocking method.
"Who is it?" Oda Shingo naturally responded positively to such a graceful move.
A soft female voice came from outside the door: "Excuse me, it's me, Yukino Midwinter."
The speech was neither hasty nor slow, as if people could see the red lips of a dignified woman opening slightly.
The memory of Oda Shingo emerges.
This is the landlady, Yukino Midwinter, and she is obviously here to demand rent.
The key is that this beautiful landlady, whose name has the word snow, her husband has passed away...
(End of chapter)