Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?

Hamikaze Yukaku has been working for several hours at Oda Shingo's place.

"Ah, can I use your bathroom?" Hamikaze Yukaku asked shyly.

"You're welcome, please." Oda Shingo didn't even raise his head.

Hamikaze Yukaku entered the small bathroom and locked the door carefully.

It was so narrow, even worse than the one he lived in.

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Due to Hamikaze Yukaku's personal habits, she practiced a kind of bat ninjutsu since she was a child, which made it difficult for her to live in a group.

It's easy to scare people...

Even though the conditions are not good, he can still insist on creating comics in such an environment. Hamikaze Yukaku thought in his heart, and his evaluation of Oda Shingo couldn't help but reposition again.

This is simply perfect in line with the stories of great heroes who were poor when they were young, which my father told me.

Uh, maybe he should be called the Great Demon King? Hamikaze Yukaku remembered the teacher's casual evaluation.

Hamikaze Yukaku gently locked the door.

The lock is not working well, right? She carefully kept her hand on the handle, fearing that someone would break in.

Flush the water first, and then he won't be able to hear the sound...

Hamikaze Yukaku blushed a little.

This was the first time she had used someone else's toilet since she grew up, and the first time she had entered a boy's house.

After leaving the bathroom, Hamikaze Yukaku glanced cautiously.

Oda Shingo was still concentrating on painting at the table, not paying any attention to her at all.

After secretly sighing, Hamikaze Yukaku returned to the table and started painting again.

In fact, she was overthinking, Oda Shingo really didn't notice her.

As a ninja, Hamikaze Yukaku always subconsciously took on the professional habit of hiding in her actions, which was also an important reason why she had few friends.

If she wasn't beautiful, she might have been completely marginalized or become invisible. But even if you barely pay attention to her, you will feel a cold feeling.

This is a feeling of wandering in the dark and specializing in the coldest things.

The two of them just painted silently.

After a long time, Oda Shingo suddenly looked up: "Hey? Namikaze-kun, have you used the restroom?"

Namikaze Yuzuru's face was a little hot: "I've used it."

"..." Oda Shingo didn't know what to say.

He didn't notice it at all.

Okay, continue painting.

Under the light, both of them were concentrating, and only the rustling sound came out.

Oda Shingo suddenly thought of something in his mind: Hmm? Could Yuzuru be the legendary teammate who came and went without a trace?

Give it a try.

"Namikaze-kun?" Oda Shingo suddenly whispered.

Whoosh——

Namikaze Yuzuru at the drawing table seemed to disappear in an instant.

Then, in a flash, he appeared behind Oda Shingo.

Oda Shingo sweated instantly!

I guessed right!

There shouldn't be any supernatural power in this world, right?

Speaking of which, his soul and system are typical supernatural powers, what's so strange?

However, just a moment ago, it was just a feeling.

Oda Shingo confirmed the status.

Namikaze Yuzuru is light, quick, and has long legs. He strides over and appears behind me.

This makes sense!

Oda Shingo decided to give up thinking further.

Anyway, there are so many jobs, we don't care, as long as she is willing to do it for me!

"Ah!" Oda Shingo suddenly made a sound at ten o'clock in the evening.

Namikaze Yuzuru, who was concentrating on painting, was startled.

"Sorry! I forgot that you haven't eaten yet." Oda Shingo got up quickly.

He used to be a big producer in the animation industry, and he often ignored the details of life with the help of an assistant.

Now there is a girl around him, making him seem to have returned to the state of his previous life, and as a result, he forgot about eating.

"I, I'm not hungry yet." Namikaze Yuzuru hurriedly said politely.

"No, no, I'll make something to eat." Oda Shingo began to look through the inventory.

What kind of food can there be in a small house?

Fortunately, there are two boxes of instant noodles left, one rice ball left, and the rest are eaten up.

"This..." Oda Shingo scratched his head.

"Ah, I'll boil water." Namikaze Yukaku hurried over to help.

This is the habit of Japanese women. They have been influenced by various things since childhood, and have developed an attitude that they should help at this time.

Oda Shingo is a little uncomfortable. Although he has never been in a serious relationship in his previous life, he feels that he will not meet such a girl in his original circle of life.

While boiling water, Oda Shingo continued to paint, and so did Namikaze Yukaku.

The whistle of hot water was sounded, and Namikaze Yukaku took the initiative to get up and make instant noodles.

The noodles were soaked, and then both of them forgot...

"When our comics become popular, I will hire an assistant." Oda Shingo said so half an hour later.

"Good idea." Namikaze Yukaku responded in a fuzzy manner while eating instant noodles of the mushy level.

It seems that this is the first time for me to eat with a boy?

How many times have I imagined that I will have my first meal with the boy I like in a luxurious French restaurant.

Unexpectedly, the reality is like this. Namikaze Yuzuru secretly shrugged his shoulders, feeling a little regretful, but not too concerned.

The taste is not bad, and it is quite fragrant.

"By the way, Nissin instant noodles, GG has always been stupid." Oda Shingo laughed.

After saying that, he felt a little regretful. Although this brand exists in this world, the GG style is not necessarily the same.

"That's right! I think so too." Namikaze Yuzuru agreed greatly.

He actually guessed it right?

"Ah, isn't one box of instant noodles enough? Here's a rice ball." Oda Shingo broke the remaining rice ball in half with a napkin.

Then, he handed over half the rice ball.

Namikaze Yukaku stared blankly.

"How about adding it to instant noodles?" Oda Shingo saw that she didn't answer, so he made a thoughtless inference.

Even, he actually did it.

A sentence appeared in Namikaze Yukaku's mind. He didn't know when he saw it in a life philosophy book.

That's a line from "The Gloomy Housewife":

[Men's brains, like their lower bodies, twitch from time to time. ]

At that time, Namikaze Youkaku didn't understand this sentence at all.

Now, she seemed to understand the second half of the sentence.

Well, I don’t hope to understand everything in the future, Namikaze Yukaku thought subconsciously.

Oda Shingo stuffed the remaining half of the rice ball into his bowl and kept pounding it with a plastic fork: "Add the rice ball to the residual soup of instant noodles so that the rice grains can absorb the soup. This is a method I accidentally discovered. tasty."

Namikaze Yukaku followed the instructions curiously.

Then she took a taste.

Oda Shingo looked at her, worried about what the reaction would be.

If it were a woman from my previous life, I'm afraid she would glare at me, right?

Isn’t there a saying that I would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on the back of a bicycle?

"How do you feel?" Oda Shingo tried to ask.

Namikaze Yukaku opened his mouth to answer...

Woo buzz————

At this time, there was a loud noise of a tram passing by outside the window.

The girl's voice was swallowed up by the roar.

Oda Shingo only saw that the young girl was smiling under the light.

She even stuck out her little pink tongue and quickly licked back a grain of rice from the corner of her mouth...

Oda Shingo understood.

No need to ask.

In his mind, he also recalled a sentence from the book.

That's a line from "Memoirs of a Golden Wedding":

[Men and men are always the same. Women and women are different. ]

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