Society fears that young people don’t want to be literary godfathers

Wait until the last sentence falls.

The urban woman tidied her long hair, took out two pairs of brand new slippers, and then hurriedly walked toward the living room that was so quiet that it felt a little strange, as if a lion was returning.

It is also the moment when men and women keep getting closer.

There seemed to be a slight sound coming from the living room.

(Shh... coming.)

(Hey, why are you hiding...I told you it would be fine, why don't you still believe me?)

"...Hide?"

She frowned slightly, and the expression of the woman who originally thought she might be overthinking changed drastically, and veins popped up on her forehead.

(Don’t hold my hand... Takegami-sensei, I’m sorry, I have to yo-yo——)

(Don’t leave! I will never allow you to leave - aren’t we the best partners and have agreed to be together forever? It’s okay, it won’t be anything big.)

(No, something will definitely happen... If I don't leave, the sick cartoonist All will disappear completely the next day, and "Chainsaw Man" will also collapse - let me first Stay out of the limelight, I’ll come out later, please!)

(No, if we agreed to be together, we must be together!)

"........"

Whispering is too much information.

Needless to say.

Completely irritated by that subtle whisper, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog was completely red-hot and turned into a dangerous Rambo. His pace became faster and faster, and the evil spirit behind him even began to appear faintly——

When Takegami and his wife came to the living room, the eyes of the middle-aged man and the reliable woman also scanned the living room thoroughly, and in an instant they locked on a certain person with short curly hair on the sofa, who was sitting with his daughter at the moment. young man.

Spot the target.

The expressions of the man and woman suddenly became sharp.

And the moment he noticed the cold eyes falling on him.

The young girl also turned her little head around unconsciously.

Between the four eyes.

The temperature at the scene seemed to have dropped by ten degrees.

The reasons behind this are chilling.

.......

1 minutes later.

The escape route was completely blocked. Mochizuki was a little embarrassed and wanted to sit on the sofa and stay with Takegami Kasumi - but after noticing the hawk-like sharp eyes of Takegami and his wife, the young man couldn't help but shuddered, and then A little embarrassed, he pulled up the small bench next to him.

"Um...Hello, uncle and aunt."

Standing up again with a slight embarrassment, Mochizuki waved to the middle-aged people beside him, whose faces seemed to be falling into the darkness of endless purgatory. Although his expression was a little embarrassed, his words were as smooth as possible——

However, the embarrassing situation just now cannot be easily suppressed.

"uncle?"

"Aunt?"

Frowning slightly, the auras of Takegami Tomosuke and Takegami Natsue have undergone considerable changes, and they seem to want to intimidate the mysterious high school student in front of them——

Of course, Mochizuki has been sensible since he was a child.

Although he was quite afraid of strangers at heart, out of the instinct to save his life, the young man immediately changed his mind:

"Sorry, I'm stupid - hello, brother and sister."

"...Don't worry, we are all old people, so we can just call them uncle and aunt."

Tomosuke Takegami's voice was calm, he stood with his hands behind his back, showing no anger and self-respect, like a reclusive sage——

However, before the Hermit Immortal could finish his words, internal strife broke out.

"Who is old?"

The voice of the editor-in-chief of Big Dog became colder, and he stretched out his hand to twist the soft flesh of her husband's slightly protruding waist. Tomosuke Takegami's words came out of his mouth, his expression was twisted, and he almost half-knelt in front of the boy and girl - but because of his family Because of his status, the man straightened up forcefully, walked slowly, pretending that nothing happened and moved at a constant speed, keeping a distance from his wife:

"Okay, let's stop talking - classmate, is it time to introduce yourself?"

"...My name is Mochizuki Ri, I am a student at Momoyama Garden, and I am in the same grade as your young lady."

Knowing that the situation was irreversible, the young man responded truthfully without any falsehood.

But obviously, such superficial information can no longer satisfy the vindictive middle-aged people.

"Mochizuki-san, right."

The editor-in-chief of Big Dog, who had not spoken much, crossed his hands on his chest and spoke in a calm voice:

"Are you the author of the recently popular shonen jump work: "Chainsaw Man"?"

"Yes."

Mochizuki has become an answer star, effectively answering questions raised by the editor-in-chief of Big Dog.

"Your editor, if I remember correctly, is this old guy named Tomosuke Takegami."

Still resentful of her husband's emphasis on her age, when Natsue Takegami said the word "old", her pronunciation was obviously much heavier than before.

"That...yes."

Mochizuki continued to nod.

"I see."

After just a few words of probing, the conversation was almost over.

Takegami Tomosuke yelled, recalling the bet he made with his wife before entering the house, the chill in his heart grew even more——

Understanding that the ruined ending of kneeling on the washboard has been doomed and cannot be changed, the man's heart is filled with despair and despair rises.

And when the editor on Takegami went offline, the atmosphere of the underworld continued to envelope.

The woman's voice emerged again.

"Okay, I probably understand a few things -"

Takegami Natsue took out a small stool and faced Mochizuki Rinakamon in front of him:

"However, there are still some important things I want to ask...Mochizuki-san, can you satisfy my curiosity?"

The voice was calm and the tone seemed quite polite - but the inexplicable sense of oppression still made people shudder.

"...Excuse me."

"Mochizuki-san, do you know who I am?"

"I know you."

Nodding slightly, Mochizuki had a large amount of cold sweat rolling down his forehead, but his expression showed no sign of flinching:

"You are the first female editor-in-chief of Shonen Jump, the mother of Takegami's classmate, and the lover of Editor Takegami."

"...Mochizuki-san knows so much."

Gently holding his chin, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog's ancestral dog eyes were showing unusual sharpness at this moment:

"Being able to appear in front of us on Christmas Eve, it seems that the relationship between Mochizuki-san and our daughter is very unusual."

"...It's okay, they're just ordinary friends."

Mochizuki nodded slightly and looked back at the puppy-eyed young president behind him.

"Yes, we are ordinary friends."

After receiving Mochizuki's signal, Kasumi Takegami nodded slightly:

"I am Mochizuki-san's manga assistant now - because I heard that you also planned to visit All when you came to Toyama County, I directly suggested that my aunt invite All over to save you two trips."

"........Yeah?"

Hearing that his daughter's first words after greeting him were such a ridiculous amount of information, for a moment, Takegami Natsue and Takegami Tomoe looked at each other, feeling quite unbearable.

The thing I was most worried about... indeed happened...

Due to the influence of the Internet and the preconceived bad image of all fans, the expression of the editor-in-chief of Big Dog, who had some misunderstandings about Mochizuki, became even more unspeakable.

"...Yes, it's probably such a cooperative relationship."

I always felt like I couldn't continue chatting with the editor-in-chief of Big Dog, so Mochizuki stood up, put away the bench, and sat directly next to the little president of Dog Eyes, feeling quite united with him:

"As the backbone of Junior Jump, my brothers and sisters should also know my situation: my parents stay abroad all year round, and all my friends go home to accompany their parents. Usually there is no one to accompany me at Christmas... ..That’s why I accepted Sakuraba-sensei’s invitation and came to Sakuraba-sensei’s home as a guest.”

"...Is that so?"

Hearing Mochizuki's completely flawless words, Takegami Natsue, who had been a bit aggressive just now, also stopped talking.

After two seconds of silence, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog, whose connection was interrupted, waved his hand:

"Okay, then I probably understand-"

"Since we are guests, it would be rude for us elders to not welcome you from afar. Come, Auntie will get you a glass of water."

"No need, ah...Sister, I, the junior, should be the one to get water for you."

Hearing the depth of the Big Dog editor's words, the boy quickly stood up, took out a newly bought large bottle of orange juice from the small refrigerator in the living room, and made a cup for Mr. Takegami's parents:

"This brand of juice is delicious. You can try it."

".......yes?"

Looking slightly critical at the scary high school student in front of her who seemed to be very close to her daughter and who had a strong mysterious aura all over her body, the woman shook her head:

"Thank you for your kindness - but unfortunately, this uncle and I have bad teeth and cannot drink anything too sour."

".......yes?"

Seeing that his mother who came from Juvenile Jump opened her eyes and told lies, the little president with dog eyes couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly. At the moment when the battle situation was getting more and more subtle, he spoke to break the deadlock:

"But I clearly remember that your teeth are very good, aren't they?"

"Oh, you can't say that."

Hearing his daughter speak again, Nu Xiajiang, his daughter who was still a bit aggressive at first, shook her head gently, her aura gradually dissipated, and her expression was vaguely embarrassed:

"Xiao Cheng, you are still young and don't understand that older middle-aged people like me and your dad really don't like sweets anymore."

".......Really?"

Recalling that when he returned to Tokyo during the holidays, his parents often kept desserts and snacks in hand, the little president with puppy eyes couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"of course it's true."

Although he felt that his reply seemed to be deliberately making things difficult, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog did not change his expression and his voice remained the same:

"And as for the orange juice, I haven't drank this kind of frozen concentrated orange juice for many years. I prefer nutritional balance and I only drink freshly squeezed juice - so I'm sorry, but as for me, I still don't want to drink this kind of less concentrated orange juice." Healthy drinks.”

"That's good, but I bought this specifically for you with my share of the royalties."

There was no change in his expression. Kasumi Takegami, who was sitting next to Mochizuki, his face darkened:

“What a pity, it turns out you no longer drink such low-end frozen concentrated orange juice——”

"who said it?!"

As the Sichuan Opera changed its face, the two Takegami couples quickly picked up the glasses filled with orange juice and drank the sweetness in one gulp.

"It's so delicious!"

After finishing their drinks almost at the same time, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog and a middle-aged editor with a herniated disc gave thumbs up, their voices rising and falling:

"As expected, it's our Xiaocheng! He's so sensible. He immediately gave us a grateful feedback after receiving the royalties!"

"Yes, yes, oh, I haven't had such delicious juice for a long time - Mochizuki-san, please give us another full glass!"

Mr. and Mrs. Takegami had kind smiles and gentle voices, and they were so doting that they seemed to be ready to take out their pocket money in the next second.

"...Uh, okay."

Seeing the two dark middle-aged men in front of him with kind and amiable looks, Mochizuki felt a vague sense of separation.

........Why does it feel like the flow direction suddenly and inexplicably changed?