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

While chattering, the young man explained in an mature manner:

"This is how you should be a human being. For example, if I eat Qizai Oden the same way and ride an extra kilometer, I can not only enjoy an extra sea view than before, but also get more exercise than before. In this way, my peaceful daily life will be somewhat changed, right? Are you a little surprised?"

"...What an abstract explanation."

After listening to Mochizuki's nonsense and pure nonsense, Takegami Kasumi shrugged helplessly——

That's all... I've already followed you, there's no point in talking too much.

In the middle of the night, the only sound in the small town is the lonely wind, and the warm street lamps decorate the tranquility. The excitement and popularity in the early morning are no longer there.

The young president Gouyan, who rarely goes out at night, also followed his students and saw the peaceful side of the town.

The evening breeze gently lifted the girl's skirt and stirred the boy's thick bangs——

This is the end.

The dog-eyed little president turned his head slightly, and what came into view was Mochizuki Rie's face, which was very energetic, but also a little boyish.

........Do not know why.

Looking at Mochizuki, whose hair was blown by the night wind, the dog-eyed little president's cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot.

When the blue enchantress stopped safely at Qizai's door and Mochizuki greeted him to enter the store, Takegami Kasumi's somewhat concerned mood still hadn't stopped yet——

"...Okay, Takegami-sensei?"

"Um, what, what's wrong?"

Her thoughts finally returned to reality. The dog-eyed girl trembled and looked at Mochizuki with a somewhat evasive look.

"...I want to eat these."

Gently pointing to the delicacies he carefully selected, the young man's usually plain face showed a gentle expression:

"Thanks for the treat."

".......many."

Seeing Mochizuki lavishly taking a bunch, Little Chengzi couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Does Mochizuki-san have such a big appetite?"

“Because it’s a teacher’s treat, I’m more subconscious.”

"...Are you sure it's not because my aunt took too many instant noodles and pocky from you that Mochizuki-san is holding a grudge and wants to explode my gold coins?"

"Definitely—no."

"...hesitated."

The puppy-eyed president narrowed his eyes:

"So Mochizuki-kun is so vindictive... I understand. When I go to school, I will tell my aunt the information I learned tonight -"

"No, please don't tell this to Teacher Sakuraba."

Mochizuki, who also hoped that Teacher Sakuraba would turn a blind eye to him being late and leaving early, also rarely lost his temper:

"It's just a few packs of pocky and instant noodles, nothing worth mentioning. Takegami-sensei, don't try to sow discord between me and Sakuraba-sensei——"

"Okay... I was just joking."

Drawing a smile, the little president with dog eyes tilted his head, with a gentle smile in his furry eyes:

"Don't worry, I won't tell my aunt—"

"I will pay for today's consumption, feel free to eat... This is my reward for outstanding students~"

..........

ps: push the book!

The first crossing.

Also gets a powerful lottery system.

Obviously two happy things combined will lead to a bright future, but why...

Xia Fan, who was being tied to the altar, looked at the inhuman cultists around him with an expressionless face, and then looked at his first lottery draw, and couldn't help but fall into deep contemplation.

[Non-human opposite sex favorability MAX].

"...What, you are males, right?"

Xia Fan, who felt that the surrounding eyes were gradually starting to look strange, couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice.

He is always optimistic.

But reality is always cruel.

So, of course, as Xia Fan completely collapsed and wailed in shame, he received the most tragic bad news in his life, but fortunately, there was good news that followed——

In order to avoid the invasion of evil gods, the will of the world threw him out of the "service area" in disgust.

The second time through has begun!

54. Super pervert, watch on time! 2/2

Breathing the sea breeze and eating oden while looking at the tranquil sea level in the middle of the night is a rare pleasure in the ordinary life of a young man with a bureaucracy.

Carrying a full bag of oden and two bottles of Calpis, Mochizuki and Takegami Kasumi walked out of the 7-11 one after another, sat on the uphill seats, and looked at the endless sea level from a distance, quite fascinated. There is a special mood.

"...Mum, Mr. Takegami, try this?"

The young man followed Kurihara’s mother’s teachings and shared good things with his elders first:

"The radish cooked in Qizai Oden is very delicious. It is watery when you take one bite. The texture is a little crispy and very delicious - give it a try?"

"Thank you......."

Although I felt that Mochizuki's introduction sounded like a 7-11 clerk, I guess it was shared with me by my good student. After a brief pause, the little president with dog eyes also gently took the carrot. ,Savor:

"Hmm...it's really good - but I ate too much in Tokyo before, so there were less surprises."

"Oh?"

After hearing what Teacher Takegami said, Mochizuki was a little curious:

"Does Mr. Takegami often eat these in Tokyo?"

"Yes, sometimes my parents are too busy at work and I stay home late playing games and reading comics and don't want to cook, so I always go to Qizai to buy something to eat."

"I see. It seems that although Takegami-sensei has excellent painting skills, he still has some shortcomings in life - are you interested in joining my staff? I promise to teach you the most exquisite craftsmanship. It is not impossible to surpass Kurihara's mother."

".......Come on."

He curled his lips and thought of those cooking videos that Mochizuki posted on his social media account, which could be called alchemy. A large amount of cold sweat rolled down the forehead of the dog-eyed president:

"Don't be crafty... Although I don't want to put it so clearly, Mochizuki-san, I think it's best for you not to have any pride in cooking."

"what?!"

Hearing his teacher commenting on him like this, the half-finished God of War became angry:

"I didn't expect Takegami-sensei to have such a prejudice against me. It's really unimaginable - I remember that night when I was setting the dishes at Kurihara's house, you once bowed down to my cooking skills!"

"...That's because I didn't expect that you would be so good at setting up dishes, but you would only show off half-finished carbohydrates when cooking."

"Hmm...so aggressive."

"OK OK........"

Looking at the students beside him who seemed to have lost their guard, the little president with dog-eyes looked a little confused and opened his mouth gently, tasting the delicious and crisp kombu:

"There's no need to worry about cooking... After all, Saki-chan lives next to you, so I don't think you'll be hungry."

"...I'm not a scumbag."

"Okay, okay, you're not, you're not..."

Coaxing Mochizuki, whose face was covered with black lines, like a child, the dog-eyed president also chuckled twice and said:

"Okay, let's have a piece of lucky bag - this is my favorite food in Qizai, do you want to try it too?"

"...Ahem, thank you."

Unexpectedly, after his dog-eyed little president had hurt him, he would actually introduce his favorite food in Qizai Oden to him. His face was always expressionless and his thoughts were calm. This boy was also reversed. , the whole person was slightly stunned——

However, after a brief silence, the young man didn't think much.

After biting into the lucky bag stuffed with seaweed and soaked in soup, the boy's thoughts became much calmer.

The smoothness of tofu, the freshness of seaweed, and the fragrance of corn melted in his mouth. Mochizuki narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the sea breeze, with a peaceful expression on his face.

"...I admit, lucky bags are as good as radishes."

The boy gave the highest evaluation he could give.

Faced with the appearance of his students who were so off-line but calm, the teacher Xiao Chengzi just smiled and said nothing more.

"...It's nice to get the sea breeze once in a while."

Staring at the dark, lonely but indigo sky, sighing silently... As if thinking of something, Takegami Kasumi held her chin, her amber eyes turning slightly:

"By the way...Mochizuki-san, did you just say that you have some things to do when you come to Qizai?"

"...Oh, it seems to be true."

Being reminded like this by his teacher, the boy who was still a little forgetful took out his mobile phone and clicked on the comic author's backend——

I forgot to have a good chat with a heavyweight about some important things...

Thinking of what he saw with his own eyes not long ago, Mochizuki put on a serious face and slid away his phone——

After a while, the boy clearly saw that a user signed by (Qing Carbon) left this message in his private message:

"Hello, Mr. All! Your "One Punch Man" is really a wonderful comic. The style of painting has gradually evolved during the serialization. The first part was also completed very neatly and neatly, making people want to put it down. If you can, please Can Teacher All discuss further with me to discuss the reset version? Thank you very much!"

"........"

To be honest, Mochizuki's mood was quite complicated when he saw that the artist in front of him, who was nicknamed Murata's trumpet in his previous life, was so serious about asking him for advice on remaking One Punch Man.

.....So, why didn't Murata come to DD me, but Mr. Qingtan wanted to draw a remake? !

Although the carbon-clearing teacher in this world does not seem to have entered the inner world and become a figure that Two-dimensional people talk about...but such a figure actually came to the door on his own initiative, it is difficult not to make people doubt his Real intention......

"...I feel like I still need to think carefully about Teacher Qingtan."

Mochizuki, who hadn't fully understood the situation yet, took a big sip of Calpis as he spoke, and his voice sounded a little mumbled:

"I feel like I still don't know Mr. Qingtan very well...so I'm afraid it's better to discuss things offline."

"Is that so..."

After taking a sip of Calpis, feeling the sweet and sour taste swirling in his mouth, the little President Dog Eyes also gently shook his legs, his voice showing a lazy tone:

"This is indeed better - although I have no similar experience, but since Mr. Qingtan wants to reset One Punch Man, it will never go wrong to be more cautious."

"...Of course, be cautious. Some things can still be taken care of in advance."

Gently holding his chin, Mochizuki stopped making jokes and began to think seriously:

“Although we are still not sure of Mr. Qingtan’s intentions...but since he is also well-known on pixiv, I feel that at least he still has some credibility, and he is not like the leeks who specialize in defrauding young authors. type--"

"So...mochizuki-san, what are your plans?"

The puppy-eyed young president tilted his head, his slightly curly short hair tilted down, and his furry eyes filled with curiosity:

"Do you want to prepare the invitation in advance? Or do you want to ask more questions?"

"...I think it's better to ask Teacher Qingtan more questions."

There were still some things he cared about... The young man's expression remained unchanged, but his mind was determined.

I saw him tapping the virtual keyboard lightly and starting to use "all", the cartoon author's vest, to have a good chat with the carbon-clearing teacher through the Internet.

..

all: Are you here?Carbon removal teacher?

Qing Carbon: Ah...it’s Teacher All!Hello, I am a big fan of yours!Stay tuned to watch One Punch Man every week!

all: Thank you for your like... Well, although I am a little embarrassed, I heard that Mr. Qingtan wants to reset One Punch Man, right?

Clean Carbon: Yes!Although Teacher All’s painting style has improved rapidly, and the last two chapters are very expressive, the scrawled painting style in the early stage is indeed a bit abstract...