Chapter 8 Please, Landlady
The landlady wants to see my room?
Madam, are you plotting against me?
In Oda Shingo’s mind, a picture of a small horse pulling a cart appeared, maybe it was the hearse of the deceased...
"I'm not entering the room, I just want to know about your living and working conditions." At this moment, Mrs. Yukino Mito further explained with a 45-degree bow.
So that’s it, Oda Shingo let out a long breath.
No need to pull a cart.
Um? Why is there a vague feeling of regret deep inside?
Mrs. Yukino Mito's attitude was very solemn and she kept her bowing posture: "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. At the same time, he thought in his mind: Why do I seem a little regretful that she didn't come in? I always feel like there might be some plot behind the door?
Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu bowed again, and then looked around the room.
It's so rare for young people to have such neat rooms. In Mrs. Yukino Mito's mind, she compared it with the various tenants she had encountered.
And looking at the state of the painting tools on the table, it already feels like a studio.
"Can you show me the works on your desk?" Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu remained standing at the door and asked politely.
"Of course." Oda Shingo brought the drawing over.
With his current efficiency and speed, he has already drawn several storyboards in a short period of time.
Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu took it with both hands and looked at it carefully.
Although she was not a professional, she could tell that although these pictures were sloppy and simple, they were very powerful!
"Is this called a draft?" Mrs. Yukino Mito looked at each piece carefully.
"It's a storyboard draft." Oda Shingo introduced, "My painting skills are not up to par, and I am good at screenwriting and storyboarding. The main painting will be completed 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 am not sure whether she will definitely join."
"She?" Mrs. Yukino Mito noticed the woman's name.
"Yes, a junior girl from the art department. I think she will have more concerns than me, but I will fight for it with my work enthusiasm and sincerity." Oda Shingo nodded vigorously to express his determination.
"Ah, I really envy you young people for your fighting spirit." Mrs. Yukino Mito returned the manuscript with both hands and bowed slightly, "I understand, then I will come to visit you again in the near future to cheer you on! It is estimated that in March After a few months, you will have to collect your half-year rent arrears.”
Will you be the supervisor when you visit again? No problem! Oda Shingo bowed ninety degrees: "Mrs. Yukino, thank you very much!"
"If your work has been serialized in the work, I will also give you a congratulatory gift." Mrs. Yukino Mifuyu slowed down and her tone was very serious.
"Ah, that would be really embarrassing. Thank you for taking such good care of me." Oda Shingo was polite.
Mrs. Yukino Mito continued slowly: "But if you have no grades, then the rent will be calculated as arrears, and... it will be collected compulsorily!"
Oda Shingo felt that a sharp light seemed to flash in the lady's eyes, but it was undetectable for a moment.
"Then, I'll bother you again next time." Mrs. Yukino Mito bowed, and left slowly with the graceful steps unique to upper-class women, gently moving her clogs.
But after walking a few steps, Mrs. Yukino Mito turned back and smiled: "By the way, cohabitation is not prohibited in the rental agreement, so there is no need to avoid it."
Namikaze Youkaku in the cabinet suddenly stood up cold when he heard this.
Oda Shingo: "?"
"Oh?" Mrs. Yukino Mito seemed unaware of his expression. After being slightly startled, the smile in her peach blossom eyes became even greater.
Without saying much, she bowed slightly and left slowly with the sound of clogs.
Oda Shingo stood at the door, looking at the widow's wife from a distance.
The graceful figure in kimono slowly faded away.
It seems that I really want to be pressed for rent again...
Back in the room, Oda Shingo took a sip of water.
My mouth still feels dry.
It has to be said that this landlady is not only attractive in appearance, but her temperament, words and deeds are also very easy to seduce men's hearts.
No, I want to draw comics! I want to be the king of animation!
“Young girl! How dare you mess with my Taoist heart!” 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 the book, and you are not attracted by the killer girl who comes to your door. Why are you interested in the widow? So disappointing!
Could it be that my last name was Cao in my previous life?
No distractions! I am the man who wants to be the devil in the anime world!
"The long-legged school girl is a spider spirit!" "The girl who kills Matt is a jade rabbit spirit!"
"The landlady is the Bone Lady!"
Those women, they didn't fall in love with me at first sight, they all fell in love with me! All of them are Yuanyang who are greedy for my golden cicada!
After shouting three words in the mirror, Oda Shingo consolidated the otaku's concept of purity and patted his face again.
good! My Taoist heart has been stabilized!
Sitting back at the table, he once again devoted himself to creation.
Without even realizing it, the long-legged schoolgirl in the closet was about to explode with rage!
Does the long-legged schoolgirl mean me? Who are you talking about as a spider?
Although I couldn’t figure out what a spider spirit was at the moment, I could tell it wasn’t a good name.
Namikaze Yukaku had already drawn his shuriken. Fortunately there was a cabinet door blocking it, otherwise it might have been thrown out.
Fortunately, she was born a ninja.
[Forbearance, the principle of the Four Noble Truths, good roots have been fixed, and good roots cannot be moved...] Namikaze Yukaku silently recited the path of tolerance in his heart.
Soon, her mind calmed down.
Although you are not a sinner as judged before, you are not a good person either!
But since you only seriously want to draw comics with me, I will let you go for the time being and we are even!
Namikaze Yukaku wanted to sneak away when Oda Shingo entered the bathroom or left the room.
But……
You guy, why didn’t you close the door when you went to the bathroom?
Namikaze Yukaku was blushing in the closet.
After waiting for a long time, time passed by minute by minute.
Namikaze Youkaku sat down in the cabinet and rested for a few times.
This is a ninja way of resting, similar to dozing quietly while remaining alert.
In her half-asleep state, she recalled drawing comics in school.
[She actually wants to draw comics? ]
[It’s so ridiculous, the country girl wants to draw comics. ]
My classmates’ sarcasm still left a deep impression on me.
Because the subject matter was something that she was embarrassed to see in person, she found a place in the library where no one was around to draw it quietly.
Once someone gets close, you have to change the drawing board quickly.
When inspiration strikes, I will stay up all night drawing.
But the library will be closed, and I have to go to the underground passage that is lit all night to draw.
Fortunately, I have the skills and can solve any troubles I encounter.
"I want to draw comics that I can't put down!" How many times have I held the pen and thought silently in my heart.
But every time I upload a work on the web page and check the comments anxiously, I will find that readers are not interested in the plot of my work.
[The painter is praised, but what is the author thinking? Don’t you know the book also needs to have a plot? ! ]
[The painting is good, but is the story the author tells about children playing house? ]
What I drew is not a book, and the setting is for free viewing. Those beautiful boys only had sincere contact with each other.
I want everyone to see the story I drew, but...
Only the painter was praised.
Could it be that I really have no creative talent?
Perhaps comic writing is not for me?
Should we return to Konoha and take the Jonin exam honestly? Then, like countless ninja ancestors, choose a political figure as the lord...
However, I really wish I could have comics drawn by myself...
In a daze, there seemed to be a comic book placed in front of me, and I vaguely felt that this was the work I had drawn and published...
Namikaze Youkaku stretched out his hand and was about to pick it up...
Ah, no! I'm still in the closet!
Namikaze Yukaku suddenly became alert.
Peering outside, I still saw Shingo Oda working hard at his desk.
He draws comics...so hard? !
(End of chapter)