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

After the doctor described the condition, Oda Shingo completely understood.

So it was a blessing in disguise for me to some extent? The exploded Coke can injured my thigh and cut a little skin?

So I got the opportunity for a free minor surgery?

However, after Oda Shingo knew that he was fine, he thanked everyone for their concern and began to concentrate on his career again.

He looked at Mikami Saburo: "Director Mikami, you are here, it's a good opportunity for us to talk about the comic serialization."

Mikami Saburo pushed his glasses and said: "Put aside the comics for now and rest assured. Anyway, the number of uploads you have in the background is enough to support more than half a month."

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Oda Shingo thought to himself that at least in terms of attitude, Mikami Saburo was still nice enough.

But looking at his tired state and bloodshot eyes, you can tell that he has been under a lot of pressure.

"No, I am lying in bed, and it will not affect the fight with Gouda Takeshi." Oda Shingo said confidently, "And let's spread the news that I am in the hospital, and make sure they know it."

"Oh oh oh! I know!" Fujido Kaoshi clapped his hands: "Romance of the Three Kingdoms! Zhou Yu lied about his death to deceive Cao Ren!"

"You are the one who lied about his death!" Oda Shingo extended his index finger to knock her head, "You are such a jinx, I will deduct your salary!"

"When will you pay your full salary!" Fujido Kaoshi complained and walked aside.

Oda Shingo thanked the people around the bed: "Thank you all, such a small matter, you all came here."

Mikami Saburo and others were naturally polite, and the people in the cinema also came to apologize.

"It's good that you can afford the expenses, I won't ask for mental damages or anything like that." Oda Shingo had a good attitude towards the cinema.

The two cinema managers were grateful.

When have I ever seen such a reasonable victim? !

Then, the hospital's senior management came to take a look. It was obvious that the landlord's connections were so great that a well-known hospital could pay so much attention to him.

"Rest for seven days for a broken meridian, rest for three days for a circumcision. Comprehensively judged, you cannot walk for three days."

This was the doctor's order with a Kansai accent.

Then, everyone was driven out.

"Let the patient rest well! Although he is strong, he needs to rest after losing blood!"

Saburo Mikami, the theater and other people also politely said goodbye.

Hamikaze Yukaku looked back every few steps, but Fujido Kao said openly that they would see each other tomorrow.

"You all go home, we will rest today. However, remember to bring the comics supplies tomorrow!" Oda Shingo reminded loudly.

Hamikaze Yukaku looked at him and said nothing.

Fudo Kao simply refused: "Teacher Oda, just rest honestly! Don't tease the female nurses at night. After all, you are a cartoonist, don't have any scandals."

Both women left.

Japan and China have different habits in this regard. There is basically no tradition of accompanying the patient at night in the hospital. Most of them just come to comfort and talk.

Oda Shingo also thinks that this is the way it should be, and the care in the hospital ward is pretty good.

It's just that it's awkward when changing the dressing and gauze...

In the evening, when changing the gauze, he deliberately asked: "Miss nurse, which floor are we on?"

"The twelfth floor." The young female nurse helped him change the blood-stained gauze with swift hands and feet, and then reminded him of some precautions.

When changing the gauze, Oda Shingo was very embarrassed.

The young female nurse looked calm, as if she was making Russian sausage.

Oda Shingo looked out the window suddenly.

But he didn't find anything.

But he felt that there was something outside the window just now.

"Can you give me some anesthetic? It's starting to hurt." Oda Shingo grinned.

Soon the nurse got a few painkillers from the doctor.

Oda Shingo took the medicine and looked out the window suddenly again.

Hallucination, or hallucination... After all, this is the twelfth floor, and Namikaze Yuzuru can't come up.

He took the medicine and started thinking about work again.

Then he gradually fell asleep.

Outside the window, Namikaze Yuzuru, who was hanging upside down like a spider, quietly retracted the silk thread.

After standing firmly on the roof, she touched her hot face.

It turned out that I drew it wrong at the beginning... Forget it, forget it, I should draw comics with Oda-kun without thinking about these, and I won't do my part.

At this time, her mobile phone vibrated slightly.

When she took it out to see, it was a line message from Oda Shingo.

[Namikaze-kun, I know you are the most sensible. Please help me get the comic tools tomorrow. ]

Namikaze Yuzuru moved his fingers, typed [No], hesitated for a moment, and deleted it again.

She put her hands behind her back and slowly walked from the rooftop to the stairs, then took out her mobile phone again and typed: [Okay, but it will be tomorrow evening. ]

[Thanks] Oda Shingo quickly replied, with a popular icon of "I love you" attached to the back.

Looking at the small red icon, Namikaze Yukaku skipped down the stairs.

The phone vibrated again.

Oda Tokugawa withdrew the message.

[Thanks] The two words came again, with no icon behind them.

Namikaze Yukaku was stunned for a moment, confirming that he had not seen it wrong.

"Humph! Whoever brings you comic tools is a puppy from Akita Prefecture!"

Namikaze Yukaku pouted and hurried downstairs.

It was already evening, and Namikaze Yukaku did not return to his residence, but went to Oda Shingo's shabby apartment.

"Huh?" When she reached the door, she noticed that there was already a light in the room.

She opened the door and saw Todo Kaori who was already sitting at the table working: "Didn't Oda-kun ask you to go home?"

"As an assistant, of course you have to stick to your job even more when the cartoonist is away!" Fujido Xiangcheng pointed at the computer screen, "The enemy has already attacked, and I will mobilize the trolls to continue to hype up the traffic."

"How is the enemy situation?" Namikaze Yukaku came over to take a look.

"Takeshi Goda's offensive is very fierce. They have invited many cartoonists to announce the news together, and attracted many readers to make reservations." Todo Kouchi frowned her beautiful crescent eyebrows, "And they just announced it a few minutes ago. Publish in advance!”

"...Taking advantage of the situation?!" Namikaze Youkaku frowned.

"Yes! These shameless guys!" Todo Kouchi clenched his fists, "The news of the accident in the cinema has been on the hot search. While it brought us some traffic, Takeda Takeda and others also knew about it."

"It's better not to let Oda-kun know about this matter for the time being." Namikaze Youkaku thought for a while and reminded: "You didn't tell him, right?"

"No. We need to let Oda-sensei have a good rest."

Namikaze Yukaku gently patted Toudo Kojo on the shoulder: "You're right, what do you want to eat?"

"Why?"

"Dinner, haven't you eaten yet? I'll cook tonight." Namikaze Youkaku took the initiative to go to the induction cooker.

"Huh? Isn't it my turn to cook?"

"You came here earlier than me, so it's normal for me to cook." Namikaze Yukaku made dinner for Toudo Orange.

After the meal, Todo Xiangcheng seemed to be occupied.

Namikaze Yukaku didn't pay attention.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'm going to go home today." When it was time to go home, Todo Kouchi stood up and said, "By the way, my father picked up this thing. It seems that Mr. Oda picked it up." Wrong bag, the contents should be for you."

From inside her bulging carry-on bag, she took out a handbag crumpled into a ball containing soft slippers.

"After eating the dinner you cooked, I can't owe you anything anymore."

It wasn't until Toudou Kōjo left and closed the door that Namikaze Yukaku reacted.

"Ah! Could it be..." Looking at the handbag on the table, she suddenly remembered that Oda Shingo had given her something similar before.

Open it, revealing a pair of white soft slippers.

"This, this is..."

Namikaze Yukuru took the shoes in his hand and looked at them carefully.

The outer edge of the shoes is embroidered with a flying crane.

[Specially customized, you can like it if you like it. ]

[I found a handmade workshop to make it. Would you like to try it on? ]

What Oda Shingo said at that time still echoes in my ears.

What he asked me to put on at that time was not the wrong sexy clothes, but these slippers? !

Namikaze Youkaku pursed his lips and sat at the table for a long time.

It's late.

After cleaning up, when Namikaze Yukaku left, he hesitated and put Oda Shingo's painting tools and manuscript paper into a bag.

But she suddenly remembered what she had just said not long ago:

[snort! Whoever brings you comic tools is the Akita Prefecture puppy! ]

"..."

She picked up the tool bag and raised her hand to turn off the light.

As he closed the door and left, Namikaze Yukaku faced the dark room:

"Woof woof!"