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And there was a long silence.

The girl seemed to have just recalled something from the shock, and her voice was quite trembling:

"How on earth did you draw this thing... Isn't this too much?!"

"...Oh, have you finished reading it?"

Realizing that the girl next to him must have finished reading the latest episode of Fire Fist, Mochizuki, who was eating melon seeds and checking his cell phone just now, raised his head:

"It's so fast. I thought it would take you at least a while to finish it."

".......It has ended."

"That's it."

Seeing the girl in front of him leave such words in a rather subtle tone, the boy with natural curly hair couldn't help but tilt his head:

"Why do you feel that your expression is not very good... Sure enough, the work in the latest episode was too harsh and made you unhappy?"

"...Who do you think I am? Am I someone who can break defenses so easily?"

Leaving this rhetorical question behind, the girl shook her head slightly, and slowly spoke, calling the name of the boy next to her:

"Ari?"

"what's wrong?"

"...After reading an entire chapter of the comic, my evaluation of you has also been updated."

"Really?"

Mochizuki was not surprised that his adoptive mother spoke to him like this, but his expression was a little regretful:

"So, are you going to treat me as a super psychotic with terminal symptoms?"

"......no."

Shaking his head slowly, Kurihara Saki showed a rather difficult expression:

"Originally, I thought you would draw those abstract plots, just because you have a perverted mentality and like some strange things... But now it seems that I am afraid that my idea of ​​you was wrong from the beginning. of--"

"Ali, you really draw comics with the intention of hurting readers, right?"

The white-haired girl did not say such words out of thin air.

If ordinary works have twists for the sake of exciting plots, "Fist of Fire" has twists just to give readers a slap in the face.

The cruelty of this work does not lie in the fact that brothers and sisters mutilate themselves to feed the villagers as meat. Human beings enslave each other and use well-wishers to generate electricity.

This is all just background.

The true cruelty of Flame Fist can lure readers into the abyss of nihilism.

From the beginning Agni existed for revenge, enduring an unquenchable rage.

But when he overcame everything and walked to Dema, Dema turned out to be a good old man.

Everything Agni has been insisting on is actually meaningless.

And just when Kurihara Saki thought that this comic was telling a story about giving up revenge, Agni might let go of hatred and lead mankind to a new world.

In the hallucination, Agni's sister appears again.

"It's all his acting skills, just think it's for me and use the Flame Fist on him."

At this time, Agni had already entered a state of half madness and half madness. When he saw his sister, he didn't even know whether it was a hallucination or not.

At this point, the reader has followed this underworld tone and started running wildly, completely unable to think about whether Dema should be killed or not, and whether he is a good person or not——

Thinking in itself is meaningless... Because at the end of this plot, Agni's biggest enemy has turned into charcoal.

Therefore, Kurihara Saki, who originally thought that revenge would be the biggest goal of Fire Fist, obviously no longer knows where Mochizuki Ri's plot will go, nor does he know how his son-in-law wants to draw this film. It’s a comic that people don’t know how to evaluate.

"...Is the plot progression of "Fire Fist" quite harmful to readers?"

Repeating the words of the white-haired sister in the wheelchair, Mochizuki held her chin and rolled her eyes slightly:

"Let me think about it... maybe."

"Ha... I knew you were a little bit jealous when you suddenly recommended me to read this kind of comics."

After all, he was quite familiar with Mochizuki, and after coming back to his senses from the abstract and absurd plot just now, Kurihara Saki couldn't help but frown slightly, with a rather unhappy expression:

"Looking at it now, it's just as I expected... Hello, Ali, I asked you to recommend some relaxing entertainment programs to me, and you will promote your abstract comics to me, right?"

"...You said it was boring. I am here to promote some interesting things to you."

"But I didn't ask you to recommend such depressing and crazy comics to me!"

Shouting loudly, the white-haired girl's face turned slightly red:

"I wanted to relax! Can you stop making such abstract comics when I want to adjust my mood? Please recommend more family comedies or slightly warmer works!"

".......sure."

Mochizuki held his chin, his eyes turning slightly:

"The recently published serialization of "Violet Evergarden" is quite good. Do you want to read it——"

"No."

As soon as he heard that a certain elementary school boy recommended his best friend's new manga to him, Kurihara Saki's red face suddenly turned cold:

"It doesn't look good. I slept in a wheelchair for three hours."

"...What you said is a bit heartless."

Mochizuki wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and after a brief complaint, his expression showed concern:

"So why did you respond like this when you heard your good friend's comics? What happened recently... Could it be that you had a conflict with Teacher Xiao Cheng?"

"No, don't think about it."

"...Your eyes are averting."

"none of your business!"

Pushing away Mochizuki's hand, Kurihara Saki's voice became more and more nervous:

"Do girls have to report all their concerns to you one by one? Do you think you are some kind of intimate brother?"

"....No, I'm just caring as a friend."

"I don't need you to care...Who do you think you are?"

Rolling his eyes at someone, Kurihara Saki crossed his hands on his chest:

"Anyway, don't think too much! Thanks to you, I don't want to read any more comics tonight - so don't push me on your and Xiaocheng's works! I'm not interested at all, you know!"

"...Okay, okay, I got it."

Seeing the expression of the white-haired wheelchair girl, the young man quickly raised his hands in surrender:

"Sorry, I won't push comics to you next time..."

"........"

Raising his little head, Kurihara Saki assumed the same arrogant posture as always, highlighting a "cool, silent" tone.

And you probably know that after watching Fire Fist, Kurihara Saki was somewhat influenced by the plot, and he felt a little unhappy... Mochizuki also hung his head obediently, like a child admitting his mistake to his mother. Sincere attitude:

"...So you didn't admit it just now, aren't you still angry?"

"No."

Veins appeared on his forehead, and Kurihara Saki's smile, which had been filled with girlish emotions just now, became stiffer:

"Do you think I'm angry?"

".......picture."

I quite clearly remember that Kurihara Saki was quite gentle to me before reading the comics. After reading the comics, his face and tone changed, as if he was having a bad temper, and his behavior was quite inexplicable. Mochizuki hesitated for a moment, then calmed down. He spoke slowly and coaxed like a child:

"Okay... don't feel bad. Now that you've finished reading this comic, how about I treat you to snacks tonight? There's a dessert shop near our house, so I'll bring you a sundae later." "

"...It's late at night, too lazy to go out."

The girl in the wheelchair is incompetent.

"Okay, just stay with me?"

Mochizuki squatted in front of Kurihara's wheelchair:

"After all, it's been a while since I went out for a night out with you, right?"

"...Yeah, it's been a long time since you went shopping with me at night."

Subconsciously curling his lips, Kurihara Saki suppressed the increasingly stiff smile, and his whole expression highlighted the word "unruly":

"After all, you've been spending more time with Sister Xu and Xiao Cheng recently, right?"

"...Sorry, I'm quite busy at work."

"Yes, after all, you are a slash young man."

After the loss, the girl's voice was obviously jealous:

"It's normal to spend time with other girls... After all, it must be boring to be with a boring woman like me, right?"

"Look, I didn't even say this, why are you still unhappy?"

Poking the silver-haired girl's little head, Mochizuki sighed helplessly:

"Okay, I never thought you were boring - since you have said so many things that worry about gains and losses, why don't you go out for dessert with me later?"

"...I have an opinion." As if he was still fighting, Kurihara Saki raised his little hand, "I don't want to stay with some uninteresting elementary school boy."

"You have to think about it if you don't want to."

After pinching Kurihara's mother's little face, Mochizuki said with less initiative:

"After all, you said that your wheelchair can only be pushed by me - so theoretically, I can force you to go anywhere, right?"

"......"

When he heard Mochizuki Ri say these words, Kurihara Saki's originally unhappy expression froze slightly.

The not-so-distant memory attacked me inexplicably... After a long silence, a voice of surprise also sounded at this moment:

"...How do you still remember that I said this to you?

"How good is your memory?"

Mochizuki tilted his head, and all the preparations for the concert in Toyama County in the past were still vivid in his mind:

"I remember that your tone when you said this was quite certain...Although some time has passed, Saki, you can't default on your debt."

"...So you want to take advantage of me?"

Kurihara's mother's expression changed drastically, and her tone sounded astonished as if she had seen her own son molesting a neighbor girl.

"........wrong."

Mochizuki shook his finger and said in a serious tone:

"Don't forget, that's what you said - if you want to default on your debt, then you are the most dishonest girl in the world, and Santa Claus will not send gifts to your chimney."

"...it wouldn't be good in the first place?"

After rolling his eyes at someone, Kurihara Saki wanted to refute something - but seeing the boy's serious expression, the girl couldn't help but sigh, and then she could only relax:

"Forget it, whatever you want...remember to push me to a dessert shop that's too far away. I don't want to go far away from home at night."

.........

The summer evening breeze blows slightly.

A rustling sound emerged, and neon lights flickered in the night sky, gradually falling into the river of light.

Mochizuki just pushed Kurihara Saki and slowly walked on the small streets of Tokyo.

Occasionally, he secretly turned around and glanced at the curly-haired idiot who was always by his side and occasionally came to his house for dinner. Kurihara Saki's mood was indeed a little subtle.

It's been a long time since I went out alone with Ali at night. Are you excited? ...Yes.

But... facing this young man who insisted on taking her out of the house to eat some desserts, the girl felt more like a slight sense of loss.

Thinking of someone's operation just now, the girl's originally calm and calm mood also had rare ripples.