Chapter 92
A shabby apartment next to the tramway.
"I'm home. I'm finally home!" Oda Shingo stood in the middle of the room, feeling like he was in another world.
It's like the sense of isolation that you just traveled through, everything is a bit unreal.
"Let me cook!" Todo Xiangcheng rolled up his sleeves and started to go to the kitchen.
"Stay and eat together." Oda Shingo warmly invited Assistant Okita.
Assistant Okita was also a real person and bowed slightly: "Then I'll stop bothering you."
Looking at what they were eating, Assistant Okita looked at them curiously.
In addition to the comic tools that were brought to the hospital and still in the luggage, you can also see the general work situation on weekdays.
As for cooking, is there no separate place? The conditions are very difficult!
Of course, there is no kitchen in this shabby apartment. The induction cooker is used to cook food in the only bedroom, and the small rice cooker is responsible for cooking.
There is no need to pay attention to the rice, but the dishes are the cheapest sea vegetables, natto, and...
"I'm back." Namikaze Yukuru, who had just put down his luggage and left, had already returned quickly with a few muddy bamboo shoots, and was holding something in his other hand.
"Oh! Is it a pigeon egg?" Oda Shingo shouted excitedly.
"Yes! Oda-kun."
Todo Xiangcheng walked over and took it: "Great! There are extra dishes!"
"..."
Assistant Okita's eyes widened and he was speechless for a long time.
As soon as he arrived at this simple room, he couldn't believe that it was the No. 1 cartoonist's residence on the web list.
But seeing how simple their dishes were, Assistant Okita felt like he was in a refugee camp.
The food for hospital patients is much better than this, right?
Otherwise, should we go back to Tokyo University Hospital and stay there for a few more days?
Assistant Okita was still in a daze, but Oda Shingo had already unpacked his luggage and started working.
"Hey, Okita, please help me take a look. I made two storyboards. Which one is more bold?" Oda Shingo directly pulled Okita to start working.
"Ah, okay!" Assistant Okita was a dedicated person and immediately began to cooperate with the work.
After all, Okita has a good taste in comics clubs for many years. Oda Shingo was very satisfied with his opinion. After selecting a better storyboard manuscript, he immediately distributed it to Namikaze Yukaku to start detailed drawing.
"Oda-kun, what do you want to express here?" Namikaze Yukaku would lean over and ask from time to time.
Oda Shingo and her heads were very close to each other, but neither of them seemed to notice and just talked to themselves.
Assistant Okita looked at them with a smile on his lips.
It was like a pair of lovers whispering in class.
He remembered that when he was young, he and his girlfriend were like this in class. They often quietly discussed which comics were good and how to draw them if they were drawn by themselves.
Of course, that girlfriend is now someone else's wife. The wife I married was my girlfriend’s best friend at the time.
But that doesn't stop me from missing those days, those days when a young boy dreamed of becoming a cartoonist and worked hard to let many people see his cartoons.
That is the lost youth...
"It's time to eat!" Todo Xiangcheng's voice sounded.
Namikaze Youkaku stood up, moved the painting tools very quickly, vacated a table and used it as a temporary dining table, and moved three more chairs to the side.
Oda Shingo tried not to move as he was recovering from his injuries.
Four people, still missing a chair.
Then Namikaze Yukaku stacked the two storage boxes together without Oda Shingo's instructions.
"I'll sit here." Assistant Okita walked over very consciously. Candide considers himself a non-staff member of this shabby apartment.
"You're welcome." Oda Shingo waved his hand and slowly sat on another chair. After Namikaze Yukaku folded the storage box, he sat on it very naturally.
"Why are you so embarrassed? I'm really annoying you." Assistant Okita said politely.
Oda Shingo smiled and said: "Don't worry about it. This glove box may make you unable to sit firmly. Namikaze Yukaku's weight is not afraid of breaking it."
"Hey, hey, it's okay for me." Todo Xiangcheng protested as he brought the food up.
Girls are still very sensitive to their weight.
With a simple meal, Assistant Okita remembered how hard it was when he was a cartoonist when he just graduated.
It was also at that time that his college girlfriend left him and became a thing of the past.
But his ex-girlfriend’s best friend accompanied him through the most difficult years in a difficult environment.
That is the lost youth...
Wife, I really thanked you for your hard work.
Okita took a bite of free bamboo shoots dug from the green belt, and quietly choked up in his heart.
After dinner, Assistant Okita accompanied him to complete the review and finalization of the manuscript before he stood up and left.
Oda Shingo didn't try to stay any longer. After all, he also had his own work, so it would be nice to be able to help.
When Oda Shingo stood up slowly and walked out of the door to see Assistant Okita off, Assistant Okita communicated with him softly.
"Teacher Oda, these two girls are really good."
"Huh? Ah, of course, they are all beautiful and capable."
"No, they must like you very much if they can fight with you in such a difficult environment." Assistant Okita said with emotion, "I don't have much research on China, but there is a sentence that impressed me deeply, that is You're welcome, the wretched wife..."
"..." Oda Shingo's forehead was covered with black lines.
The wife of chaff cannot be abandoned!
"Both girls are nice people. You have to think carefully about which one is suitable for you." Assistant Okita patted Oda Shingo on the shoulder, "I appreciate that you rejected Minister Mikami's daughter today. Assistant, have you considered their mood? "
"...I said no, do you believe it?" Oda Shingo said awkwardly. He didn't want to deceive Assistant Okita, a real person.
"ah?"
"I just think there are enough people, and the conditions are really difficult. This is just what you see. There are also things you don't know, such as their assistant salary. I basically paid an IOU..." Oda Shingo simply said Said it for a while.
"...!!!" Assistant Okita's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that such a thing could happen in this era.
In such a difficult environment, two girls accompanied him to draw comics without getting paid? !
Assistant Okita simply did not believe that there could be such a black-hearted capitalist as Oda Shingo.
By the way, when it was most difficult for me to draw comics, my wife also worked on her own to support the family.
At that time, when I was young, I didn’t know how to love my wife.
That is the lost youth...
"They are saints! Also, I just said that they must like you very much. This sentence is wrong..." Assistant Okita patted Oda Shingo on the shoulder again, "They must love you so much. In pain!"
"It's in the bones. No, that's not what I meant." Oda Shingo shrugged.
"Well, you are too charming. No matter what, keep going! I will help you find a solution at the comic club! See you next time!" Assistant Okita nodded vigorously, turned and left.
Help me find a solution? Oda Shingo didn't understand it for a while.
Assistant Okita returned to the comic club and went straight to Saburo Mikami's office.
Minister Mikami looked up from a pile of work documents: "Oh! Okita-kun, you are back! Is everything going well for Oda Shingo after being discharged from the hospital?"
"Minister! Please settle Oda Shingo's royalties quickly! Even if you haven't subscribed yet, you can settle the reward first!" Assistant Okita reported to the minister seriously.
Naturally, Minister Mikami didn't react. This was against the rules. "Ah? Why?"
"For the lost youth!"
"ha???"
(End of chapter)