Chapter 9 I will be crowned king
Still unable to find a chance to leave, Namikaze Yukaku in the closet touched his wrist.
Ninliu specially made a non-luminous watch, and the dial without a glass case reminded me that it was already 2 o'clock in the morning.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Oda Shingo stood up and moved around outside the cabinet.
"The third episode is completed in separate shots. Once you get used to it, it will become more and more efficient!"
He looked at the time with satisfaction, pleased with his high efficiency.
"We need to be more significant to ensure that Youhe joins!"
Oda Shingo took a sip of water and continued to immerse himself in creation.
Is he working so hard... to get me to join the creative team? Namikaze Yukaku was stunned.
In Namikaze Yukaku's mind, memories of trying to join a manga creation club flashed through his mind.
At that time, I happened to overhear the whispers of several company cadres.
[You can’t let her join the club if you’re that kind of dark guy]
[It’s scary to think about her eyes that make people feel chilled all over! ]
[And her legs are too long, ahem, I don’t agree with it anyway! ]
No one wants me to join, so I’ll just draw it myself. At that time, Namikaze Yukaku made such a determination.
It's getting light.
"Page 28, page 17, page 23, uh-huh, the three episodes are completed!" Oda Shingo said to himself, quite satisfied with his efficiency.
"Ah, it's already 6 o'clock. Take care of your life, okay, set the alarm and get up at 12 o'clock!"
Oda Shingo simply washed himself, fell on the bed and fell asleep quickly.
Namikaze Youkaku waited patiently for a long time, and then quietly came out of the closet after confirming that it was safe.
This madman stayed up all night painting! In the dim light, she looked at the storyboards on the table in a daze.
Drawing 68 pages of storyboards in less than one night? !
Moreover, you created it so crazily just to get me to join in?
"One Punch Man"?
After flipping through a few pages, these storyboards are actually extremely complete.
The dialogue actually already exists, which is very helpful for the artist to combine the plot with the plot.
That is to say, the main painter can use it directly and put it on the copy table to draw!
I thought I was just rushing to show it to myself, but I didn't expect it to be so detailed.
Namikaze Yukaku was a little in disbelief.
The detailed storyboard level was enough to appreciate the story, so she continued to look through it.
Soon, she lost track of time and just read page after page.
The vaccine weirdo appears, and the protagonist is actually bald?
Crab weirdo, a naughty kid with a chin like a butt?
Muscle giant, also one punch?
The protagonist who couldn’t kill the mosquitoes, the underground people actually retreated? Namikaze Youkaku almost laughed.
She didn't know how long it took before she realized that she had turned to the last page.
Ah, get up and continue painting!
Namikaze Yukaku turned around and looked at the tatami with dissatisfaction. Oda Shingo was still sleeping on his stomach.
Humph, man——
At this moment, Oda Shingo suddenly turned over.
Namikaze Youkaku was so frightened that he quickly hid in the cabinet.
For a long time, Oda Shingo didn't react much, and then she cautiously came out again.
Really wanting to read it again, Yukaku Namikaze put the manuscript in order before he quietly left.
She closed the door silently outside and gathered her thoughts.
I was rejected by a comics agency, and someone wants me to be their main writer?
Oda Shingo, do you want me to create comics together?
Work together to complete the wonderful comic story just now? !
Subconsciously taking a few quick breaths, Namikaze Yukaku felt like he was suddenly in a different world.
On the way, she held her hands back like wings and jumped rapidly across the rooftops.
The wind this morning no longer brings a chill, but brings a touch of warmth.
Namikaze Youhe smoothed the broken hair on his forehead and slowly raised his head to look at the morning sun.
The golden sunlight casts on the long eyelashes, lifting up the hazy vision.
After being in Tokyo for so long, she realized for the first time:
The sun can be so bright sometimes...
At 12 o'clock, as the alarm clock rang, Oda Shingo got up.
Japanese people are always good at staying up late, so it's normal to wake up late in the morning.
Many companies start work after 11 o'clock, especially in the entertainment industry. As long as you say good morning at 12 o'clock, it will not be considered a strange word.
Without a trace of hesitation, Oda Shingo immediately started washing.
After a little exercise, he had a simple rice ball for breakfast.
"It's time to review the storyboard." While eating, he reviewed his manuscript.
One problem with drafting the shot is repeated revisions.
However, Oda Shingo is a cheater.
As a soul piercer, he has the finished product of the original world in his mind. He just needs to re-examine it from the perspective of the original animation producer.
The quality of ONE's original work is very good, and Yusuke Murata has made new achievements, so the storyboard level of "One Punch Man" is very high. It’s just that Murata really made a big mistake when he changed the plot of ONE later on.
However, as a serialized work, there will always be flaws due to deadlines and other reasons.
Oda Shingo made some slight modifications, but overall I am very satisfied with it.
"When will the main writer come? I'm looking forward to it." Oda Shingo was thinking about his teammate Yukaku Namikaze recommended by the system.
After looking at the system, I found that 2/3 of the points recommended by my teammates were displayed.
"System, can it be recommended twice?" Oda Shingo was delighted and asked in his mind.
He is looking forward to it very much. What other capable teammates can join the team?
[The host has two more opportunities to recommend. 】
"Then recommend another one to me." This was the dialogue he had with the system in his mind.
【don't want. 】
"..." Although Oda Shingo was not angry after being rejected by the system, he still felt that these two words were so familiar.
It seems that when the system introduced me to the dating system in Tokyo, I refused like this. This cold feeling is exactly the same...
[Based on the host’s current conditions, there are no suitable teammates to recommend. 】
"You are really good at talking." Oda Shingo chuckled, "Actually, there are many talented people, but there are currently no people who are capable and willing to join my team, right?"
The system did not answer.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s not humane or if it’s just acquiescence.
This guy might really be an AI. Oda Shingo didn't ask further questions and asked a few other questions.
The system doesn't answer anything.
"Ignore me?" Oda Shingo shrugged.
It doesn’t matter, the system is just an appetizer for this lifetime of struggle.
Life is wonderful, and it is more interesting to rely on your own hard work.
Although he achieved many honors in the animation industry in his previous life, it was not yet at the level of dominance.
It's a pity, Oda Shingo looks forward to the feeling of standing at the highest point.
It's a pity that he died young before reaching the summit in his previous life.
Now that he has been reborn, even though Soul Transmitter's status is low and he cannot even be the best anime producer, Oda Shingo is very interested.
Compared with the Chinese comics market, which is full of characteristics, Japan's animation industry is more challenging and can be better developed in some aspects.
"Of course it doesn't mean that you can sell the book..." Oda Shingo smiled to himself.
Starting from the lowest level as a comic producer, he has launched a series of jaw-dropping works. When the name of Shingo Oda is mentioned by the anime producer, his heart is filled with the despair of a passerby NPC facing the devil!
Oda Shingo in this parallel world wants to become synonymous with the great devil in the anime world!
“I will be crowned king!”
Oda Shingo stuffed the rice ball into his mouth, chewed it hard and swallowed it, and then devoted himself to painting again.
(End of chapter)