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

"..........Is this considered fishing?"

"Forget it, but I approve it."

"You still have to approve it... If someone comes to visit us and sees us playing games in this air-conditioned room, God knows if they will think that I am being passive and sabotaging my work."

Said so.

But, after all, the game is still tempting... Mochizuki could only argue for two seconds, and then he collapsed on the soft sofa:

"But, forget it, let's touch it for a while... Suddenly I don't want to work hard anymore."

"Pfft."

The response fell where it didn't feel like a response.

Kurihara Saki snickered twice, threw the controller to Mochizuki, and said:

"Then stop trying so hard and just be a blatant e-sports guy?"

"Okay...Oh, I'm so tired. I'm thinking about it now. It's time to find a rich woman to support me."

"Rich women generally don't like boys with thin skin and tender flesh like you - so don't even think about it."

Realizing that Mochizuki was clearly teasing him, Kurihara Saki hummed:

"Sit tight and don't lie on the sofa playing games. Don't be too short-sighted to see the blackboard."

"........Fine."

that's it.

The elementary school boy and his mother, who was about the same age, really started playing games like normal people.

......

Sometimes I have to admit that having a friend who can play games by my side is actually a very happy thing in life.

.....Of course, such happiness must have a prerequisite: the game level of the two people should be on the same ladder.

"........."

Mochizuki is in a complicated mood now.

In just half an hour, he knelt down several times and watched a white-haired girl sitting in a wheelchair beating him out of the field again and again. The young man's temper was almost flattened and he could no longer make a sound.

Ever since, thousands of words came to my mind, and finally turned into such a smile.

"?"

"...What's your expression?"

Looking at Mochizuki's ghost-like smile, Kurihara Saki couldn't help but sigh:

"Sure enough, I was so confused that I even knelt down... why did I start twitching?"

"?"

"What's wrong with you?"

After pinching Mochizuki's soft face, the white-haired wheelchair girl regained the spirit of the dazed young man who had drifted into the sky:

"Hey hey, can you hear me?"

".......can hear."

Seeing that his illness seemed to have no effect on Kurihara Saki, Mochizuki, who had been kneeling for n games, collapsed on the sofa and responded in a slightly subtle way:

"I can't stand it anymore. I've been playing Super Smash Bros. with you for almost three years, and ended up losing for almost three years... I was originally thinking of coming to your place to relieve my stress, but I didn't expect that the more I played, the higher my blood pressure would be. "

"........All right."

Continuing the Battle of Nintendo with Mochizuki Ri, Kurihara Saki said a little lonely:

"Okay, then I'll let it go a little bit and let your Link touch me once -"

"Hey, I don't want you to pity me!"

Mochizuki screamed, and the strange desire to win rose again:

"Kurihara Saki, don't be too proud. I will definitely hit you three times with the next one! I don't believe I can't hit you!"

"...Come on."

All in all, the battle at the break level is still going on in a way that is difficult for others to understand.

In the midst of such a terrifying duel, the chatter of the two children, Kurihara Saki and Mochizuki Ri, also slowly sounded during the game.

"To be honest, I feel like you have quite a lot of comic exhibition activities."

Seeing that Mochizuki's whole body was about to get red and warm, Kurihara Saki also deliberately released some water and let the elementary school boy's Link hit his Kirby:

"I just counted on my fingers. It seems that at the large-scale comic exhibition in a month, you will have to go back and forth between comic book signings, re0 animation pre-events, and Ultraman promotional events."

"Saki, you have forgotten that I want to sing on stage with you."

"...Oh, right, you'll have to go to four places in this case."

Nodding slightly and responding to Mochizuki's words, Kurihara Saki couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment:

"So, your work intensity is too high...the black slaves would call you an expert after seeing it."

"Hai, I didn't expect this to happen. It's like a nightmare. No one knows why I looked like this when I woke up. If I had known this, I might as well have slept forever."

"...I have to say, you are really popular."

After counting that Link, controlled by Mochizuki, had indeed hit him three times, Kurihara Saki directly controlled the pink demon and knocked it away - waiting for the victory sign to light up before the girl turned her head, her bright red eyes He looked at the young man in front of him:

"To be honest: I have always had an inexplicable thought: I feel that you are like a good piece of pork in the eyes of those old-timers. Everyone values ​​you very much."

"...Isn't it a bit outrageous for you to compare me to pork?"

"It's not outrageous - because I really think you're just like a little pig."

Pouting her lips, Kurihara’s mother couldn’t help but complain:

"I'm not saying that, with so many seniors saying they want to pull you over to support the show, your schedule may not be fully arranged, right? Wouldn't you turn down a few of them - after all, there are several people from different industries during the Comic Exhibition The venue is really a bit too busy. Since I'm starting to worry that I can't accommodate everyone, I might as well turn off the other things and just focus on the comic book signings and the sloth fish singing. Anyway, this exhibition is run by Jump, so you As a popular cartoonist in Jump, you still have to give your boss some face first, right?"

"...You are right, but the other ones are not easy to push."

I had already guessed that Kurihara Saki would say this, and Mochizuki's expression now felt inexplicably tense:

"The animation of "re0" will be launched soon, which can drive the sales and popularity of the original work; the promotion of "Ultraman Tiga" is also very important, which can increase the national popularity and public recognition; as for "Chainsaw Man" and Not to mention the offline signing of "Fire Fist", you should also be able to see how important it is... Just these few works are quite related to me, in terms of feelings It’s just that I have to be there to celebrate - so it’s not that I’m too big and don’t know how to refuse, it’s just that I really can’t afford not to be there.”

"...It's true what you said."

After carefully thinking about Mochizuki Ri's slash level, Kurihara Saki couldn't help but nodded slightly:

"In other words, you really have nothing to do?"

"...Maybe, because these activities are indeed quite important."

The boy rubbed the handle and thought like this:

"Oh, I can theoretically not go to Ultraman's promotional activities - because Grandpa Takano is more tolerant of me... But Editor Takegami and President Miki, two abstract artists, are in the dark. It's different when I'm older. They both have a tough attitude. They want me to participate in the manga signing event and the light novel animation promotion event no matter what. But the problem is that their event times are too close together for me. I can’t take care of both at the same time, so it’s a bit difficult. This is what I’m worried about now.”

".......I see."

He simply responded to Mochizuki.

It's not just about feelings... After a moment of silence, the white-haired girl in the wheelchair couldn't help but speak:

"....Well, if you are really too tired, it doesn't matter if the sloth fish doesn't come on stage——"

"That won't work. The sloth fish's appearance at the comic show is still relatively important. But this one, I absolutely can't move."

The young man's voice sounded quite ups and downs at this moment.

In terms of his logic, this statement is indeed quite correct: after all, cartoonists and light novelists can cover their faces for the rest of their lives, but if musicians do not go offline, the upper limit will be sealed for life... ...If he wants to be on a big stage with tens of thousands of people, Sloth Fish must not miss any opportunity to appear on the stage in public.

"...Yes, that's right."

After briefly responding to Mochizuki, Saki Kurihara's response was somewhat frustrated for some reason:

"Well, if you don't push the sloth fish to go on stage, wouldn't you be tortured?"

"...it's a bit torture."

After saying this, Mochizuki couldn't help but sigh.

If you think about it carefully, every activity at the Comic Expo is very important, and there are moments that belong to him... If you want to continue to maintain multi-threaded development, I am afraid it will be very difficult.

So...is it really time to make a choice?

When he thought of this, the young man felt a little complicated.

Usually at this time, Mochizuki would always pray silently, it would be great if there could really be multiple clones at this time - but, how could such ninjutsu really exist in reality? Just make a seal and there will be countless versions of yourself one after another. What about popping out?

........Wait a moment.

Shadow clone?

Thoughts fell silent.

Mochizuki's mood changed considerably.

As if he sensed some way to break the situation, Mochizuki put down the controller, his brows instantly relaxed——

An inexplicable smile appeared on the young man's face.

"...Why are you laughing like a villain all of a sudden?"

Seeing a certain dark curly hair showing such an abstract expression, Kurihara Saki couldn't help but complain:

"My face is almost twisted...Have you thought of some evil plan?"

"...What evil plan did you come up with?"

Giving Kurihara's mother a blank look, Mochizuki revealed the usual tone of a hot-blooded shounen manga hero:

“It just suddenly dawned on me that this was the real way to break out of the multi-threaded world of Comic-Con.”

"...Is there any way to break the situation?"

"Of course...Saki, I also have a group of friends who came to Tokyo with Toyama, right?"

"...Well, you did make some good friends over the years - so are you trying to say that friendship conquers all?"

Hearing Mochizuki suddenly mention some friends in Toyama County, Kurihara Saki's expression was somewhat confused.

But soon, her doubts disappeared.

Because he just watched the young man in front of him dial the phone skillfully, and started joking with someone on the other end of the phone:

"Teacher Dayou, have you eaten?"

"It's nothing. Do you want to go out for a meal alone recently? I want your help with something - OK, I'll treat you to dinner!"

And in this moment.

Kurihara's mother, who was vaguely aware of what a college student from the underworld wanted to do, couldn't help showing a look of disdain.

"As expected, it's so dark."

19. The organization has decided, you will be the warrior of love

Walking through the bustling streets and avoiding the hustle and bustle, Tokyo's Chinatown has a kind of urban atmosphere and inexplicable intimacy that is not found in big cities.

The sky gradually darkened, the neon lights gradually rose, and in the blink of an eye, it was half past ten o'clock in the evening.

At the end of the streets and alleys, on both sides of the narrow stone paths, small restaurants lit up vermilion lanterns one after another in the evening darkness. Their signboards all had rough Chinese characters. Oil smoke mixed with the aroma of barbecue hit their faces, confusing the sight of pedestrians.

Walking on the long and narrow path, looking at the position Mochizuki Barber gave him on his phone, he walked into Chinatown alone and made an appointment to have supper with Mochizuki Yuu, who began to look for his friend.

"Hey, Teacher Dayu——"

A familiar crisp voice sounded.

Tsugawa Yu turned around and saw Mochizuki Ri, who had arrived at a barbecue restaurant in Chinatown first, already sitting there with a piece of pancake bought on the street hanging in his mouth:

"Here! Come quickly!"

"Hooray, quite on time."

Seeing that a certain hair boy with short curly hair was already in place, Yuya Tsugawa slowly walked over and smiled before he arrived:

"You haven't been so busy at work lately? Why do you suddenly have the leisure to have sex with me?"