Chapter 25 Although I don’t understand, I have to protect my nest
This afternoon, Namikaze Yukaku did not have the second stage of the course, so he rushed to Oda’s house relatively early.
She even ran and jumped quickly in a position where there were no probes or pedestrians, trying to get back to work as quickly as possible.
When she arrived at the shabby apartment next to the tram tracks, she was about to knock on the door in excitement...
The faint fragrance floats to the nostrils.
There is a woman!
Namikaze Yukaku's eyes suddenly flashed sharply.
Smash the door! Open the door quickly!
Enter the house! Scan quickly! No outsiders were found, especially no women!
But! The cabinet door is closed!
"Teacher Oda, let me hang up my windbreaker." She quickly opened the cabinet door with a bang.
No one.
Namikaze Yukaku was disappointed.
wrong! I’m not disappointed, at least not with Oda-sensei.
She didn't know why, but she felt much more at ease.
She pretended not to be in a hurry and asked casually, "Teacher Oda, did anyone knock on the door just now?"
"Oh, two female community patrol policemen knocked on the door. It was a security inspection." Oda Shingo sat back at the table and continued drawing.
"Policewoman..." Namikaze Yukaku hung up his windbreaker with a smile on his face.
She reached out again and deliberately turned the clothes hanger horizontally.
Well, the wardrobe is full and there is no room for anything else.
She turned around with a satisfied smile, and then saw the fruit basket on the table.
"Huh? Now the police are patrolling and giving out fruit baskets?"
"Oh, that was sent by the landlord." Oda Shingo replied.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Namikaze Yukaku's fur had exploded.
In an instant, her hair suddenly floated up.
At that moment, Oda Shingo felt like a hen whose feathers were all ruffled when she saw her nest was occupied!
However, when Oda Shingo turned his head and looked intently, it seemed that it was his own imagination...
Namikaze Youkaku smiled and seemed to have no mood swings. Her long hair flows smoothly behind her, no problem.
Well, it must be an illusion, Oda Shingo thought so.
Namikaze Yukaku smiled and asked: "Teacher Oda, didn't you just say that the policewoman knocked on the door?"
"Yes, there are only female police officers." Oda Shingo shrugged, "The landlady didn't knock on the door."
Namikaze Youhe: "..."
Oda Shingo suddenly felt a little chilly, like the cold wind before a storm.
But without realizing anything more, Oda Shingo continued without knowing anything: "She came here to express her condolences. She stood outside the door without even coming in and gave me the fruit basket."
Namikaze Yukaku said oh and returned to the table.
He sniffed hard, as if confirming something.
Oda Shingo didn't take it to heart and continued to draw: "The fruit seems good, you can try it."
"Teacher Oda, haven't you eaten yet?"
Oda Shingo said casually: "Of course I will wait for you to come and eat together."
Namikaze Youhe: "..."
Um? It seems like a rainbow appears on a sunny day? Oda Shingo looked up doubtfully.
It must be an illusion. Namikaze Yukaku stood at the table and looked down at the fruit basket, showing nothing special.
"Eat quickly."
"Did the landlady buy it?"
"Ah, you haven't seen it. She is a very beautiful and dignified woman, and she is very considerate... This fruit has been cut, but it will not taste good if it is left for a long time."
"I won't eat anymore." Namikaze Youkaku sat back at the table. What am I doing? Mr. Oda is not my boyfriend, why should I...
"? Very good fruit, hurry up and eat it. If you don't want to eat it, I will." Oda Shingo put down his pen and took a break.
"..." Namikaze Yukaku watched as Oda Shingo picked up the fork and headed towards a piece of cut dragon fruit.
I don’t know why, but I’m just unhappy!
Pa——
She suddenly reached out her hand, grabbed another fork as fast as lightning, and snatched away the dragon fruit chunks.
Oda Shingo didn't take it seriously and reached for the pineapple piece again.
Whoosh - the pineapple block disappeared and appeared in Namikaze Yukaku's mouth.
Okay, you eat. Oda Shingo shrugged his shoulders and looked at the cut watermelon pieces.
Namikaze Youkaku also stretched out his left hand and danced another fork, now with both forks down.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
In Oda Shingo's eyes, after a dazzling movement, the fruit basket was already empty.
Namikaze Youkaku's mouth was full and he rolled his eyes, but he still stubbornly ate it all...
"Poor kid, I can't help you these past few days and I've made you hungry." Oda Shingo sighed, stood up and gave Namikaze Yukuru a pat on the back.
But he still didn't take out the money to compensate for the arrears of the main author's remuneration, and he was not aware of his own problem at all.
Or is this considered mature?
Headquarters of Qunying Society.
"Another batch of garbage, except for this one..." An editor held the envelope of "One Punch Man" in his hand, feeling a little hesitant.
He is a review editor for the Hand Family Award, but not a copy editor.
There's something to be said here.
According to the tradition of Qunying Club, comics editors are one-on-one. For manuscripts that the editor likes, he is responsible for signing the contract and has direct contact with the author. Subsequent guidance, publication and even KPI profits are directly related to it.
If some editors choose the right manuscript, they can really keep it for a lifetime.
However, review editors of the Shoujia Award cannot enjoy this treatment, and it cannot be directly linked to the profit of the work.
This was originally to ensure the purity of the Shoujia Award. Unfortunately, this society is very realistic and editors have little motivation.
"Look at the author." The review editor looked at the author's introduction sheet in the envelope, "Oda Shingo, studying at Tokyo University of the Arts?"
snort! I didn’t expect it to be this nasty school! The review editor immediately closed the envelope and threw it aside.
I graduated from the glorious Kyoto Seika University, which is beyond the reach of someone like you who came from the Tokyo University of the Arts!
Kyoto Seika University is the first school in Japan to establish an animation major, but it is private and has always been in competition with the national Tokyo University of the Arts.
From industry reputation to influence circles, everything is affected. Even among the three major animation clubs, each has its own small group.
This is Japan's characteristic social rule, and the Tokyo police community, as a direct descendant of the University of Tokyo, has made it a point to follow.
The upper echelons of Qunyisha belong to a circle dominated by Tokyo University of the Arts. As a result, those who are from Kyoto Seika University will inevitably not have smooth career development.
This review editor just felt resentful. He always felt that he was stuck in the award review position and could not enter the editorial circle of the official journal. This was because of his university background.
Now that he had the work of this Tokyo University of the Arts student, he now screened it out without hesitation.
However, review is interactive and other editors will intervene. If someone else takes a fancy to you again...
The review editor frowned and glanced at One Punch Man's thick envelope.
"I'm sorry, the web department would like to take some of the screened out comic manuscripts as lecture samples to disturb the seniors." An assistant from the web department came to apply for the manuscript.
A copy editor who graduated from Kyoto Seika University, there is a sly look behind his glasses.
"Here, here are all the discarded manuscripts." He pointed casually and tilted it slightly, causing the stupid young assistant to go to the wrong pile.
Then, he watched with satisfaction as the manuscript of "One Punch Man" was taken away as a screening waste.
Aha! Seniors and seniors, I have made my own contribution to the development of Kyoto Seika University!
I sincerely seek to pursue reading!
(End of this chapter)