"Everyone, calm down! You have been saved!"

The three parties involved were quickly controlled by Kamiya and Miss Kawasaki who rushed up.

"No, it shouldn't be like this! The outside world...is terrible! Let me go back, I want to go back!"

They seemed to be experiencing a withdrawal reaction, with painful voices, ferocious expressions, and desperate struggles.

Kamiyagawa couldn't understand why these three people became like this.

In addition, as the person with the strongest perception and psychic vision among all people, he can still feel the presence of Dengwu Buckwheat. However, the swaying red lantern at the door of the store has begun to become illusory, and the entire store has become unreal.

It also slowly became illusory.

The lampless buckwheat is disappearing!

It's going to escape from here!

Kamiyagawa quickly threw the two victims behind him and stepped forward.

"Mary!"

Mr. Tsukada Satake, who was thrown behind him, was curled up in pain. His cold, serious and leader-like demeanor was completely gone. Instead, he was like a pet dog that suddenly realized that he was homeless, wailing continuously.

.

"No, go back, I want to go back... Please, let me go back, just go back there..."

…

Tsukada Satake’s experience will start from a week ago——

It was an ordinary night, as usual.

In Tokuma's studio, Tsukada was lecturing several subordinates.

"Asshole! Why did the coloring here go wrong! The day after tomorrow is the deadline, you idiots!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Tsukada! Change it now, change it now!"

Tsukada Satake is the person in charge of the entire studio and is also a cartoonist. He also personally served as the director of two animated films produced by the studio.

He is a hands-on leader type, and he is also a strict type.

He is very strict with his subordinates and himself.

And the manga he was getting angry about, the coloring situation made him extremely dissatisfied with the manga manuscript, was a shounen manga that their studio had recently launched.

The deadline for submission and publication is very close.

After Tsukada reprimanded his subordinates, he did not leave the studio. Instead, he stayed with them and stayed up late revising the manuscript.

The clock on the wall of the studio is ticking.

Several cups of coffee were refilled, and more and more ashtrays and cigarette butts were piling up in the ashtray.

I kept revising the draft until 2 o'clock in the morning, and the work was finally completed.

The two subordinates who had made mistakes put the drawings together again and presented them to Mr. Tsukada. After receiving a satisfactory reply from him, they finally felt like they had been granted amnesty.

At 2:30, Tokuma Studio finally turned off the lights and closed its doors.

Mr. Tsukada was driving on his way home.

Because he often stays up late recently, his mental state is very bad, his eyes are filled with bloodshot eyes that cannot be dissipated, and he often suffers from migraines.

But even so, Tsukada still couldn't let go of work on his way to get off work.

Thinking about the recent company business and the manuscript for the next issue. Moreover, the studio's other animated film project was also approved two months ago. There are still many troublesome things waiting for him to do. Go

deal with.

The studio is currently on the rise and has good momentum.

You must operate carefully and carefully, and you must not make any mistakes.

There is a red light ahead.

Tsukada stopped the car, his mind was confused and his ears were ringing.

He lit himself another cigarette.

It was obviously late at night, but the red light at this intersection was a bit long for some reason.

In the blur of cigarette smoke, Tsukada looked to the side of the street. There was a small shop there with lights on, with retro decoration and warm lighting.

The red lantern at the entrance of the store swayed in the calm night wind.

It says, "Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles."

"When did the noodle shop open? It's still open so late."

Tsukada thought so.

Looking at the lanterns in the noodle shop, he suddenly felt hungry.

It seems that I have been busy all day today and have not had a good meal.

"Eat something and then go home and sleep. There are still many things to do tomorrow."

When the light turned green, Tsukada Satake did not rush to drive away, but stopped directly on the side of the road.

He put out his half-burned cigarette and walked into the soba shop.

jingle--

The wooden door was pushed open.

The old-fashioned doorbell jingles on the door.

The store is not too big, with wooden decorations and wooden tables and chairs. The light is soft and dim, and the layout is clean and tidy. There are some Ukiyo-e paintings hanging on the walls, which is quite charming.

The noodle shop's kitchen is open and surrounded by a wooden bar, so you can directly see the chef making food.

"welcome."

At the door, four waiters lined up in a row, bowing respectfully towards Tsukada who walked in with a happy expression.

"Obviously it's a small shop, but the crowd is surprisingly big. And it's so late, these people are really energetic."

Tsukada thought this way and directly chose to sit down at the bar.

The chef in this shop is a very friendly middle-aged man, neatly dressed in an apron and chef's hat.

He stood in the open kitchen and smiled at Tsukada Satake: "What can the guests eat?"

"Uh, let me take a look at the menu."

The middle-aged chef was still smiling, and the warm yellow light from the ceiling fell on his white uniform. He spoke, word by word:
Chapter completed!