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

"What Mochizuki said is due to interest, the correct translation should be 'paint if you want, don't paint as you please'."

"Don't think of me as someone who has a habit of giving up halfway and feeling alone and depressed in the middle of the night, like a young man passing by."

Mochizuki raised his chin expressionlessly and looked at the "One Punch Man" comic page on his phone. He no longer had any thoughts of quarreling with the girl in the wheelchair:

"However, I haven't logged in to my account for several days to read readers' comments - if you look carefully, it seems that everyone likes my comics."

".......It really is."

Responding softly to her grown-up son's words, Kurihara's mother couldn't help but search for One Punch Man in the search software, clicked on the website page, and went straight to the comment area.

Completely different from the fan base of Slothfish, which has an extremely abstract style. Comrade Mochizuki, who wears a vest named "all" and fishes in the troubled waters of the comics industry, finally met a few normal and lovely readers:

(The battle storyboards are really good! Although the style of painting is very crude wwwwwww)

(This is a super anti-convention hot-blooded shounen manga. It’s so awesome. It makes me feel like watching Gintama.)

(So ​​is the protagonist really hairless all this time? Could it be that the comic author is also... a strong person?)

"No, not a strong one."

Stroking her black curly bangs, Mochizuki's voice was quite serious:

"Cartoon characters, never bring them into reality."

"...Pfft."

Seeing Mochizuki caressing his curly hair so earnestly and talking to himself to the fans at the bottom of the comic comment section, Kasumi Takegami, who was silently observing the boy from the side, couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

Although I always feel that Mochizuki's style of painting is strange and he doesn't look like a regular high school student... However, I watched Mochizuki gently scrolling through the comics' comments, either calmly or anxiously talking to himself. , the corners of the girl's mouth curved.

Gently leaning down, Little Chengzi whispered in front of the little ear of her best friend:

"Speaking of which, Mochizuki-san seems to be quite slow to react, kind of like a panda."

"...It seems to be true."

Looking at the thin boy with bangs that almost covered his blue eyes in front of him, Kurihara Saki said:

"But compared to the national treasure next door, I think he is more like a sloth... After all, he actually has no energy all day long."

"Hey, sloth?"

After briefly connecting the images of sloth and Mochizuki in his brain, Takegami Kasumi also echoed:

"Yeah, sloths are also soulless animals..."

"I didn't expect Little Chengzi to care so much about that guy Mochi Yue."

Narrowing her bright red eyes slightly, Kurihara's mother in the wheelchair couldn't help but curiously asked:

"What's wrong? Do you secretly like him?"

"No, no."

Helplessly avoiding his eyes, Takegami Kasumi couldn't help but sigh:

"...I just suddenly felt inspired by the image of Mochizuki-kun - Speaking of which, Saki-chan also has a special animal image in my heart."

"is it?"

"Yes! In my heart, Xiao Saki is a little goldfish."

"...Hmm, little goldfish?"

Kurihara Saki, who had always been sitting obediently in the wheelchair, stared blankly at the dog-eyed girl in front of him, with a somewhat concerned expression:

"Why am I a little goldfish?"

"Because Xiao Saki often forgets things, and Yu only has nine seconds of memory."

"?"

As if he was unexpected, Kurihara Saki's expression was slightly startled:

"Eh?"

"Also, the little goldfish looks very silly, very similar to Xiao Saki——"

"I'm not stupid at all."

Kurihara Saki made a big “×” sign:

"It's really sad. Little Chengzi didn't see my strong and tenacious side as a mother, but instead made a big fuss around my occasional off-line."

"Don't you think it's cute? It fits my imagination of a white-haired high school student."

Kasumi Takegami chuckled twice, and then as if she realized something, her expression changed instantly:

"Eh...wait wait a minute!"

".......Um?"

The dog-eyed girl's voice increased in decibel, and Mochizuki Ri and Kurihara Saki couldn't help but raise their heads:

"What's wrong...Did anything strange happen?"

"No, no..."

Kasumi Takegami held her forehead with a complicated expression, and a large amount of cold sweat rolled down her cheeks involuntarily:

"I just feel like something is wrong... If Mochizuki-san is a sloth and Saki-chan is a fish, then if those two are put together, wouldn't they be 'sloth fish'!!!"

"........ah?"

After hearing what President Dog Eyes said, Mochizuki couldn't help but hold his chin:

"Why did I become a sloth... Is this some kind of high school kid joke?"

"Yeah, why am I recognized as a goldfish again? It's so strange..."

Kurihara Saki held her chin, her bright red eyes showing a deep but dull light——

For a while.

The two reflection arcs were so long that they could circle the Milky Way twice. The expression of the boy and girl who was hiding her true identity suddenly changed:

"Hey wait a minute...Shu tree tree sloth fish?! Are you kidding me, Takegami-san, we are not sloth fish!"

"Well... Mainly because I suddenly discovered that my feelings for Mochizuki-san and Xiaosaki can actually match Mr. Slothfish's ID. It's really amazing."

He sighed and raised his head slightly. Looking at the pale expressions of Kurihara Saki and Mochizuki Ri, the dog-eyed young president couldn't help but tilt his head slightly:

"What's wrong, you two... Why did you react so suddenly?!"

"Uh...cough cough."

Seeing Takegami Kasumi's expression showing considerable confusion, the little sloth and the little goldfish sat upright and spoke in extremely stiff tones.

"We remembered something important."

"What's important?"

"Mr. Sakuraba also secretly likes Mr. Slothfish, and she still plays Mr. Slothfish's songs on her phone."

"I testify that what Mochizuki said is true - Teacher Sakuraba does like Sloth Fish's song."

Quickly trying to smooth things over, Kurihara's mother worked hard with the nervous elementary school boy to save the situation:

"It's so unexpected that Sakuraba-sensei would listen to such a painful song..."

"Yes, I remember that when Teacher Sakuraba came to visit my home last time, she turned on the loudspeaker to promote the new work of Teacher Sloth Fish to me. Really, I am a loyal fan of Sloth Fish, why do I need Teacher Amway? You Are you right, Kurihara?”

"Yeah yeah."

Kurihara Saki, who had always been expressionless, nodded in a panic, his eyes evasive.

According to common sense, Takegami Kasumi might have directly doubted that the coefficient was full, and then asked——

However, Mochizuki was full of reaction on the spot, and in just a short moment he said to the young president Gouyan:

"By the way, Takegami-kun, speaking of which, your aunt has eaten a lot of pocky from me recently, so much so that I don't have much stock at home... I suddenly suffered a stroke in my legs and feet. Could you please help me?" Would you like to buy two boxes of pocky downstairs?"

"Eh, okay, okay."

"Thank you so much, you are my god."

"Walk slowly and pay attention to safety~"

After several combos, Takegami Kasumi stood at the door of Kurihara Saki's house, with a blank expression, words welling up in her throat, but nothing could be said.

"........."

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16. When you are hungry, go to your mother 1/2 Please add it to your collection!

The new semester of the second year of high school is finally coming, and Mochizuki is riding his mountain bike back to school as usual, ready to start blowing off his vest, gaining the admiration of fans, and embarking on the royal journey of killing countless girls——

Weird.

The boy who originally thought that high school students had too many interpersonal problems would not make himself unhappy.

He put down his bangs as always, deliberately hiding himself, wearing an old school uniform, worn canvas shoes, and a solid-color backpack on his back. He dressed himself plainly and walked back to his class step by step. I briefly said hello to everyone in the school, and then continued to act as a marginal person, sitting in the penultimate window seat without saying a word.

There were no cherry-colored encounters, and there were no daily plots of youth worth writing about. The opening ceremony of the new semester of the second year of high school was quite ordinary. Mochizuki, who acted as the atmosphere group of the student union, clapped his hands and sat down in the audience, feeling dazed. Confused everything——

"The new semester begins!"

The old principal, who had long since lost his hair, shouted loudly, and applause erupted from all directions, looking as festive as the New Year.

The beginning of a new semester often means new encounters and a more beautiful love affair.

Understanding that the chapter of their youth has turned to a new page, adolescent boys also began to whisper, wondering what interesting clubs they would join, which cute girl they should pursue next, and how to attract the attention of the opposite sex——

But it's a pity... Mochizuki Ri has aged prematurely and has long lost the interest in life.

He had no expectations at all for relationships and encounters. Facing the student union and school leaders taking the stage one after another, he just stared at the scenery outside the window with a blank expression, thinking about what semi-finished fried foods he would go to the supermarket to buy for home. The old oil that had been used in the pot for several days was used to test the water——

There is no other way. Apart from playing a cheerful and well-spoken person online, Mochizuki is indeed autistic in real life.

Even though there are many girls in Momoyama Garden who like him, and even though he is highly regarded among the girls - among the boys, the boy is an out-and-out pure-bred fringe.

Although he is addicted to Asashi's Two-dimensional, Mochizuki doesn't have enough passion to go to various comic exhibitions and shamelessly preaches with a light novel;

Although he likes to go out alone occasionally, Mochizuki doesn't go to the game arcade with a lot of good friends every day to have fun;

Therefore, even if Mochizuki had some connections, he could not get along with anyone, so he sealed his love and started to be alone.

However, facing the situation of often being alone, the young man didn’t have many ideas——

After all, he doesn't like liveliness. He feels that socializing with many people is very tiring. If he has that time, he might as well sleep more.

So... when the opening ceremony ended, the lonely boy carried his bag quite skillfully and left, disappearing into the midday light like a slender ghost.

Riding on the old bicycle he had grown up riding, and enjoying the summer breeze, the boy always felt like he was alive.

Some people are eager to climb to the top of the mountain and overlook all living beings, and some people are obsessed with the convenience of shortcuts and cannot extricate themselves. However, young people are not impatient and do not go all out, but enjoy the fulfillment and beauty of being on the road.

The rickety bicycle wandered through the twists and turns of the small town, peeling away the hustle and bustle of youth and getting a glimpse of the ordinary leisure life of the small town.

The speed is less than ten kilometers per hour, very slow, but life does not necessarily mean that you have to tense up and grit your teeth all the time. This state of stealing half a day's leisure abandons the pursuit of money and desire, and brings a different kind of Zen.

How many people have been lost in the flashy but decadent profit field. At this moment, the boy is divorced from reality, free and pure. The relieved smile on his face seems to be reborn, full of life. light.

as predicted.

The bicycle had a puncture.

"... numb."

Mochizuki carried the old mountain bike that he had been riding for several years to the side of the road, and squeezed the flat tire that had been punctured by a pebble, making a somewhat embarrassing sound.

Looking across his wrist, he saw that it was past four o'clock. In a daze, the young man's face looked like the reincarnation of Mr. Guan.

The nearest bicycle shop is still several kilometers away, and he still has to go to the supermarket to buy half-finished fried goods to cook at home... It's already this late, when will he be able to eat?

It was also the moment when Mochizuki felt a hint of despair.

An extremely familiar Toyota sedan suddenly appeared.

Pulling down the window, the reliable woman with long black curly hair gently poked her head out, her expression somewhat surprised:

"...What's going on? Stopped in the middle of the road?"