Comic cheating, dream-eating life

"Eh? Are you Chinese too?"

The shop owner was very surprised and looked Nan Siji up and down.

Nan Siji shook his head and answered in Chinese: "No, I'm a local. I just learned Chinese."

He was in a complicated mood. He could only say this. Everything else was a lie, a real lie that was easy to expose.

"You learned it very well. You don't have an accent at all." The boss was even more surprised: "You are really amazing, brother. I have been here for more than ten years, but I am still a little unfamiliar with the language here."

"Because I am a genius," Nan Siji said.

The store manager nodded and agreed with his idea.

"What did you do just now?" He was puzzled, and then he became proud: "Roast duck is very fragrant! This is the secret recipe I got from my master after asking for a long time. Do you want to try it?"

The roast duck was fragrant and reflected the tempting light. The duck skin looked crispy and steaming.

Nan Siji couldn't help swallowing his saliva and wanted to eat it.

It's a pity that he had no money.

He shook his head: "Forget it this time."

He rode his bicycle, identified the location here, and said to the boss: "I will come next time."

"Oh! It seems that you are a high school student. I really made a mistake."

The boss patted his thigh and stepped forward to hold his hand: "It's okay, I will treat you to a meal."

"Don't be so polite, I will be embarrassed."

"Come on, come on."

"...Okay then." Nan Siji reluctantly did it.

Entering the restaurant, it was only eight o'clock in the morning, and the door had just opened.

The boss said his surname was Chen, and Nan Siji also said his name.

Nan Siji put roast duck slices, ginger and scallion shreds, and cucumbers into the pancake, and finally added the soul sauce and stuffed it into his mouth.

The aroma of roast duck and the flavor of sauce burst out in his mouth. The scallion and ginger shreds removed the greasiness, and the cucumber had a unique flavor. It tasted really good.

Nan Siji couldn't help but give a thumbs up and started to roll another one.

Manager Chen sat next to him, holding his face and watching him eat roast duck. Seeing that he was satisfied, he couldn't help but smile: "It's delicious, right? I've learned it for a long time."

"It tastes great. I haven't eaten such delicious dishes for a long time."

"It's not in vain that I've been busy. It's delicious." He smiled. The painting style changed, but suddenly he showed a sad face.

"Alas, I couldn't sleep at five o'clock this morning." Manager Chen looked at the people coming and going outside. He was in the bustling city but exuded a sense of loneliness: "I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time... I can only get up early in the morning to make hometown delicacies."

"Alas," Nan Siji also sighed, how could he not miss his hometown.

This manager is happier than him, he no longer has a hometown.

"Why not..."

He wanted to persuade the manager to go back to his hometown and take a look, but stopped again.

The manager must have thought about it, but didn't do it.

That is, after weighing the pros and cons, he decided not to go home for the time being.

He said two light words, which were simple, but useless, and would make the other party uneasy.

"What?"

"No, with this idea, wouldn't it be more respectable to become bigger and stronger and return home with glory?"

"That's right," he stood up: "If you hadn't said you were a local, I would have thought you were Chinese."

Nan Siji ate one in one gulp, chewed it twice, and swallowed it. He stood up and said goodbye to the store manager: "Brother Chen, I'm in a hurry to go to school, so I'll say goodbye first. Thank you for your roast duck, it tastes great. Although I haven't eaten roast duck in China, I think it will be more authentic than Chinese roast duck."

"Brother Nan, eat more before leaving."

After Nan Siji declined, he persuaded him several times. Finally, he took a bottle of Coke from the front desk and asked Nan Siji to take it away.

Nan Siji rode his bicycle with Coke in his schoolbag, and Manager Chen waved goodbye behind him.

Nan Siji was really moved and decided to come back for dinner.

...

Under the stern gaze of the dean of teaching, Junshan, Nan Siji arrived at school in time for the school bell.

He walked quickly, and behind him was the sound of Junshan closing the door.

"I'm so lucky. There's free breakfast in the morning, and I can still catch up with school."

He was willing to be late to eat.

During the break.

"Harima hasn't come yet."

Minami Shiki looked at his desk, and he couldn't help but become more and more afraid of hemorrhoids.

He must have to apply medicine there every day.

He remembered that the first few episodes of "Gintama" were also about the same content, Sakata Gintoki and the hemorrhoid ninja went to the hospital to treat hemorrhoids.

That episode surpassed "crow" and "Tiga" and ranked first.

"Minami, take a look at this comic."

Study committee member Hanai Haruki came over, holding a jumk, which showed the plot of Tiga fighting the Kirieloid.

"This block and then a strong attack is a move of our Shaolin Karate." He looked at Minami Shiki and suddenly asked, "Do you remember it? The martial arts I learned when I was a child."

"Yeah," Minami Shiki nodded, of course he knew.

"I remember. It's Shaolin Karate. It's really well drawn. I can draw teaching materials."

"I'm right." Hanai Haruki stood straight, holding his square black-framed glasses and thinking: "Could it be that Mr. Chun Xiaqiu also learned Shaolin Karate?"

He got excited: "Maybe I'll know him! Who is the senior?"

Hanai Haruki's family has a long history of martial arts, his father runs a dojo.

After hard work, he has become a black belt athlete. He has also won medals in national competitions.

So he knows many martial artists.

"Although the comics are absurd, the truths they tell are very good. It seems that the senior is philosophical and open-minded. Is it Harukami-senpai? Or Sakagami-senpai?"

"Hanai?"

"Ah, sorry, I lost my mind." Hanai Haruki apologized righteously.

"By the way, Nan, you are in a very good state now. I have been worried about you." He patted Nan Shiki's left shoulder: "Shou Fang has always wanted to enlighten you, but when we found your house, you had already moved."

"Thank you."

"Ah!" He suddenly shouted, and swung his left hand, briefly and forcefully, towards Nan Shiki's face.

"Snap!"

Nan Shiki held his wrist tightly, making a loud noise.

"What are you doing?" Nan Shiki said speechlessly.

"Sure enough, you know Shaolin Karate. Sorry." Hanai Haruki apologized.

Nan Shiki let go, and Hanai Haruki moved his wrist, which had a red mark on it.

"I'm worried that you're a Kirieloid." He explained seriously: "Didn't the comics say that there are still Kirieloids lurking around? Your temperament has changed so much that I'm worried that you've been possessed by a Kirieloid."

"You're really strong." He muttered.

Nan Shiki: "..."

You've ruined yourself...

"Hanai, you still blame me. I was weak when I was a kid and was often bullied, but now I'm a black belt." Nan Shiki dug up the dark history.

"Indeed, hahaha," he touched the back of his head and laughed foolishly.

"When I was a kid, thanks to your and Suou's help. I was determined to become a brave person like you and Suou, so I worked hard to practice martial arts until today." His tone began to sink: "I just didn't expect that later..."

"Don't mention the past anymore." Nan Shiki remembered the pain of the original owner. The orphan finally got the warmth of a family, but his adoptive parents both died.

It's normal for him to not be able to get out of this kind of hope first and despair later.

"Let's not say these unhappy words," Hanai clapped his hands: "Let's practice together when we have time. I think you are very good."

"I am very busy," Nan Shiki refused: "By the way, I heard that you like the first-year student Yakumo Tsukamoto very much."

This matter has caused a lot of noise. Hanai Haruki wanted to pull Yakumo Tsukamoto to his karate club, but was knocked down by the other party.

Hanai Haruki said: "Well, Yakumo is my favorite!"

"When I saw her taking a nap on the bench, I knew that I, Hanai Haruki! Spring has arrived."

Yakumo Tsukamoto is really beautiful. The girl has that mysterious charm.

Like an orchid in the valley.

"I thought you would walk with Suo Fang."

There is a sound of wind!

Nan Shiki didn't even look back and caught a dictionary with one hand. Looking over, it was Suo Fang Mikoto with a red face.

She was breathing violently, and d... was surging above.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"In spring, summer, autumn and winter, Hanai was bullied and didn't dare to go out. You called him to go to school every morning for a year. I didn't forget it, Mikoto-chan!" Minami Shiki blinked her left eye and smiled.

"Don't call me! Mikoto-chan!" She was mad and walked towards Minami Shiki quickly.

It's just...

Tsukamoto Tenman casually ate a banana and threw it back, just at the feet of Suo Mikoto.

"Crunch."

Stepped on the banana and fell towards Minami Shiki.

Minami Shiki hurriedly caught her.

Suo Mikoto came to her senses and was already lying in Minami Shiki's arms.

"It's not good not to look at the road."

"Nu... nagging!"

Pushing Minami Shiki away, she walked away angrily.

Sawachika Airi returned to the classroom and stared at this scene blankly.

"Oh, Sawachinka," Minami Shiki saw her, walked up to her, and asked hurriedly, "When are you going to pick up your school uniform?"

"Get out of the way."

"Huh?"

"I mean get out of the way!"

She only saw Minami Shiki hugging Suho Mikoto, and at this moment, it was like seeing Setsuna kissing Touma and Kitahara Haruki.

In the summer, it seemed to be snowing heavily, and it was freezing cold.

"How strange." Minami Shiki shook her head.

At 3:20 pm, Yagami High School was out of school.

Today was Monday, and they didn't have to draw comics.

At the invitation of Yoshida Koji, they had to go to Kodansha, where the editor-in-chief would hold a lecture, and colleagues in the industry could also attend.

"Expand your horizons, Mr. Chunxiaqiu." That's what he said.

Minami Shiki rode his bicycle and arrived at the gate of Kodansha early.

But he saw a familiar figure.

His hair had grown longer, his cheeks were thinner, and he was completely different from before.

He was holding a file bag and looking at the three words Kodansha with a solemn expression.

"Harima, Ken'er Harima."

Yes, this person is Ken'er Harima.

"Why are you here if you don't want to treat your illness?"

Minami Shiki walked up to him.

"Treat your illness?" Ken'er Harima was stunned and stretched out his right hand.

Minami Shiki stretched out his hand halfway and immediately retracted it.

This right hand of his, could it be the hand that applied the medicine!

"Mr. Nan?" Ken'er Harima looked puzzled, and he joked, "Could it be that I don't know you as a classmate just because I didn't go to school?"

"How could it be, don't you have that hemorrhoid... hemorrhoids? Why did you come to Kodansha?"

"Ah!" He was furious, "Who told you that I have hemorrhoids! I don't, Ken'er Harima is as strong as Astro Boy."

"Didn't the teacher in the Ministry of Justice ask for leave for you?"

"Cousin? That guy!" He looked at Nan Siji, speaking every word seriously, afraid that Nan Siji still thought he had this disease: "I'm fine, there is no problem at all."

"Xian Zi?" Nan Siji was puzzled about the relationship between the two.

Hearing what the massage fist said, he couldn't help asking: "Then you haven't been to school for so long, what have you been doing?"

"Heaven!"

"Heaven?"

"Nothing, it's all in the past," he remembered that the girl he liked was already in love, and suddenly felt that there was nothing to say.

"Now all I have to do is serialize!"

He tightly grasped the file bag in his hand, as heavy as Mount Tai.