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

This moment is the most difficult moment for middle-aged men on Christmas Eve.

Gently put down the comic in his hand. The dark middle-aged man who originally thought Mochizuki was going to race a car couldn't help but gently put down the comic in his hand and looked at the ordinary high school student in front of him whose expression had not changed at all:

"What is this thing that fell off...the silicone mat?"

"Yes."

As if he was afraid that his editor would not understand, Mochizuki handed the pen to Kasumi Takegami:

"Xiao Cheng, the editor teacher doesn't seem to understand what this is. Go and repair my breast pads quickly."

"okay."

I don't know whether it was because he liked Mochizuki to call him Xiao Cheng, or because he was happy to see his father's slightly embarrassed expression. The little president's smile rose with his puppy eyes, and his puppy paws also grabbed the pen tightly. I am about to rush over and add a few strokes to the drawing——

However, Takegami Laoden waved his hand.

"...I can understand it - also, don't let Xiao Cheng refine such a strange picture, she is a girl..."

"Okay - assistant, go back."

Mochizuki nodded and commanded like this.

"Ah...don't you need me to change it?"

Seeing his father's reaction, the puppy painter, who originally wanted to make the chest pads more shiny, seemed to be discouraged and immediately sat back next to Mochizuki.

"..........Ahem, that's it."

Looking at his daughter's puppy-like expression, the dark middle-aged man raised his black-rimmed glasses with a slight embarrassment and continued to hold the comic manuscript in his hand:

"It's interesting... When I saw the toilet, I thought you were going to do something very aggressive or even something that wouldn't pass the review - but in the end, that's it, Mochizuki-san, you're really a bitch Only masters."

"...Are the editors praising me?"

"It's true that I'm complimenting you... After all, even I am a little worried that you will suddenly show me the on-base screen on the hour - Oh, by the way, Mochizuki-san is a virgin?"

"...Why do you ask so suddenly?"

Looking at this dark middle-aged man who suddenly threw him another extremely abstract question, the young man had a subtle expression.

"Nothing, just ask."

Takegami Tomosuke's expression showed an honest smile, but there was a faint flash of strange light in his eyes:

"After all, when we come back to Toyama County this time, some of us have come to visit you according to the instructions of the superiors. Mochizuki-san, just reveal it and treat it as a job to support us, right?"

"...Young Jump still cares about whether I am a virgin?"

Mochizuki is alert:

"Teacher Editor, don't you want to check my ingredients offline now?"

"how could be???"

Seeing that Mochizuki was still quite alert, Takegami Tomosuke gently patted the boy on the shoulder:

"I never make things difficult for my own cartoonists. I just blurted it out. Teacher Mochizuki didn't want to answer, and that's okay."

".......That's good."

Leaning gently on the soft sofa, Mochizuki breathed a sigh of relief——

However, this expression of surviving a disaster aroused the vigilance of Mr. Dog Eyes.

Secretly pinching the boy next to him, Takegami Kasumi whispered to Mochizuki:

"What do you mean? Why didn't you answer the question just now? Is there something wrong in your mind?"

"...Really not, I can only say that I understand everything."

"Then I hope that's what I think."

"...What do you mean? It's okay for your father to check my household registration. Why are you checking my household registration too?"

Unexpectedly, he had just finished answering the editor's question and had to face his little assistant. Mochizuki felt quite exhausted:

"Anyway, I'll skip the topic of virginity. I don't want to say more...but you can't laugh at me. I've also been kissed by a girl."

"...Have you ever been kissed by your mother?"

"how do you know?"

"You think I'm stupid...Who hasn't heard of the old jokes over the years? You're not an old man who lived in the last century, are you?"

"........"

Looking at his daughter talking and laughing on the sofa in front of him and his most abstract cartoonist, the old father's expression was really tense.

Damn... I originally wanted to check the ingredients and distance myself from a certain high school student whose ingredients were unknown. Why is my daughter getting closer and closer to this abstract brat?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man's shoulders trembled slightly, and the old father's inexplicable feelings burned at this moment.

Can't bear it.

I can't bear it.

Although he is facing a talented high school student who will leave many glorious achievements for him in the future, the middle-aged man always has his own weakness——

Seeing that his daughter was more dependent on the boy in front of him than himself, the old father happily drank the orange fruit his daughter bought for him, feeling sour in his heart.

Continuing to read the last few chapters of Chainsaw Man, Tomosuke Takegami also clearly saw Denji rubbing Pava's airport with a blank expression, and finally walking awkwardly on the street, quite embarrassed. It feels like a zombie.

..... The wish was fulfilled, but there was an emptiness in my heart - this was the psychological change of Denci-sensei after finishing the breast massage.

And Denji's mentality is almost exactly the same as Takegami Tomosuke's.

Obviously, I have returned to my long-lost hometown, reunited with my daughter, and even found the most promising new monster cartoonist in my current period. Two happy things are mixed together. Why, why am I not happy at all? Get up?

".......good."

Although he wanted to find fault and give Mochizuki a few words to talk about, it was obvious that when he saw his daughter talking and laughing with Mochizuki, and even started to laugh and curse, the old father's heart was inevitably empty. stand up.

"It's indeed a good story. It's steady and steady, and it also has interesting plot points and good work... I don't have any guidance or suggestions."

"...Um, thank you."

Seeing his editor looking like he was burning out, Mochizuki looked a little embarrassed:

"Um...Editor Takegami, are you okay?"

"I'm not dead."

Gently waving his hand, Takegami Tomosuke sat on the small bench, his slightly hollow expression gradually gave way to a stiff smile under the strong facial management ability of the dark middle-aged man:

"I just feel that the relationship between the two of you is so good... Even I have never enjoyed such treatment."

"........Eh?"

Hearing his father say such words, Takegami Kasumi's expression was slightly startled.

However, before the middle-aged man could say anything more——

The people's teacher of Momoyama Garden, who had been busy in the kitchen, finally spoke at the top of his lungs:

"Hey, pack your things and get ready for dinner!"

"......coming!"

When he heard the sound of dinner starting, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog, who was sitting aside and still typing away, twitched his ears slightly and immediately walked into the kitchen to help with the work——

"...Okay, you guys should also wash your hands and help with the meal, right?"

Seeing that his lover had also left, Takegami Tomosuke stood up and left these words, and then went to the dinner table.

"........."

Seeing the originally aggressive dark middle-aged man suddenly showing such an expression, Mochizuki and the young president with dog eyes couldn't help but look at each other.

........What happened here?

......

After dinner, the small dining table was in a mess.

Everyone on the table was extremely capable of fighting. After the meal, all the sumptuous dishes were wiped out. The turkey that was baked only once a year was devoured, and even the bones were shattered by the sharp teeth of the dog family. Became a pile of debris——

In terms of taste and overall atmosphere, this Christmas dinner was really good. Not only was it delicious, everyone had smiles on their faces, and they even made jokes. It felt like a team-building experience with a large group of acquaintances.

However... there were still people with bad expressions throughout the meal.

And this person is none other than Shonen Jump's editing teacher: Mr. Takegami Tomosuke.

Under the shadow of the stars and clouds, a middle-aged man sat on the balcony, blowing the slightly cold evening breeze, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Now he is no longer an urban elite with a proud career, nor is he an enviable gold digger in the Juvenile Jump editorial department. Instead, he is an ordinary middle-aged man who has been completely struck down by reality and whose child was abducted.

He never thought that his daughter would be stuck with his current best newcomer. Editor Takegami took out a pack of Seven Star cigarettes from his pocket with a little irritation - there was only a flash of fire, a wisp of green smoke, and scalding hot smoke. The thick smoke was absorbed and swirled in the man's steel-black lungs.

Breathing out smoke and puffing, the originally amiable man turned into a gloomy literary young man, with an inexplicable feeling of abjection between his brows.

"...Stop smoking now."

Opening the transparent sliding door and looking at her husband, who was holding a seven-star cigarette sadly, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog patted his head gently:

"You don't need your lungs anymore? Didn't you say you should smoke less recently?"

"...I'm blowing the wind."

Blowing out the light smoke, the man skillfully crushed the burning cigarette in the ashtray, and then put the cigarette box on it:

"What's wrong? You came here suddenly. Do you want to sit with me?"

"...kind of."

Looking at her husband's appearance, Takegami Natsue put the dog-eared knitted hat on her husband's head with a slight smile:

"Well, Xiao Cheng asked me to put this on for you, so why don't you smile a little?"

"?"

"...just be normal."

After gently poking her husband's waist, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog narrowed his eyes slightly:

"What's wrong with you? Your expression was wrong when you were eating just now, and now you're sitting on the balcony like a resentful woman - what's wrong? Are you competing with Mochizuki?"

"...What is this word?"

Gently pulling off the plush knitted dog hat that his lover put on for him, Takegami Tomosuke shook his head:

"He is a rising star in our young jump. What reason do I have to compete with him——"

"Still pretending?"

Seeing the slight change in her husband's expression, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog gently touched Takegami Tomosuke's head:

"It's because of Xiao Cheng, do you think I can't see it?"

"........Yes."

The conversation had become so open that Takegami Tomosuke had nothing to say:

"But it's okay. I just want to know about Mochizuki out of curiosity. I don't have any special intentions-"

"Should I trust you?"

Squinting his beady eyes slightly, Takegami Natsue couldn't help but complain:

"When you were facing off with Teacher Mochizuki, you were completely shocked. You were so cool by the end, but you didn't have any special intentions?"

"...I blush easily by nature."

"Look, you're being tough again."

The editor-in-chief of Big Dog leaned on the chair and sat with her husband:

"Tell me, are you ashamed? You are a big boss, and you still care about your daughter's partner... I sent you a text message before to tell you that Mochizuki and your daughter might have something going on, but I didn't expect you either. Such a big reaction, both impatient and bossy~"

"...There is nothing I can do. It's just that my opponent is too unpredictable, and I was forced to reveal my flaws several times."

Shaking his head slightly, Takegami Tomosuke looked melancholy. He subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette from his pocket and hold one in his mouth - but the next second he realized that his lover was by his side, so the man gave up and his voice showed a hint of sadness. complex:

"Until the end, I didn't understand whether my most promising recruit was someone worthy of being trusted, nor did I understand what the relationship was between that guy and the mysterious JK next door. He seemed to be very withdrawn, but he was eloquent and capable. How is it possible for an introvert to handle multiple relationships?"

"Maybe Mochizuki is more of a sullen type rather than a socially fearful person."

Gently holding his chin, the editor-in-chief of Big Dog tried to give a reasonable explanation: