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

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"Is your brain structure really normal?"

"...What is this? I am a top student at Momoyama Garden, a high caste in the top twenty of my grade. How can I be an abnormal human being?"

Mochizuki frowned:

"I know you can't accept such comics at all...promise me, if you don't like "I Push", please leave it and don't attack me——"

"You are wrong, Mochizuki."

Still hanging her head, the girl in the wheelchair said in a rather plain voice with a hint of choking:

"I'm sorry for my past prejudice against "I Push"... Even if you throw away the gimmicks, from the perspective of the story itself, this plot direction can be called crazy--"

"If this comic actually made it into the competition...there's no doubt it would kill the competition easily."

".......yes?"

I didn't expect that Kurihara Saki, a traditionalist, would give such a high evaluation to "I Recommend", and the young man couldn't help but be slightly surprised:

"Do you like this comic?"

".......really like........."

"...You're shaking."

Looking at the trembling thin body of the wheelchair girl in front of him, Mochizuki stepped forward gently and said in a soft voice:

"Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Of course it's uncomfortable...!"

To the young man's surprise, Kurihara Saki raised his head slightly at this moment. His bright red eyes stained with mist were like whirlpools, and he met Mochizuki's eyes:

"Why, why... why did you kill Ai Hoshino in this way?! You are really the reincarnation of Satan, right?!"

With a sonorous voice, Kurihara Saki, who had originally brought the character into Ruby, instantly felt the unwarranted malice of the world, and had a conspiracy in his heart.

"...Um, sorry."

I have never seen Kurihara Saki, a guy with a lack of expression, showing such an expression. Mochizuki was surprised at first and seemed a little at a loss:

"This is a comic, don't be so sad... Don't worry, the twins will be fine in the future, Hoshino Ai will never die in vain——"

"I know......."

Choking and drooping his head, Kurihara Saki also gently took out his handkerchief and wiped his tears. Then he kept covering his cheek with the snow-white handkerchief, not wanting Mochizuki to see the way he shed tears:

"But I still can't forgive you... Wangyue, you are really a devil!"

"...Okay, okay, it will get better~"

Faced with the cry of the stepmother next door who was always strong but also quite fragile, Mochizuki, who didn't know what to do, could only sit gently on the sofa and gently stroke the girl's long snow-white hair:

"Don't cry, don't cry. How about I push you to the coffee shop for a sundae next time?"

"Never!"

Kurihara Saki, whose defense had been broken, began to respond viciously:

"After eating the sundae, Hoshino Ai will not be resurrected... I will not fall into your trap!"

"If you want Hoshino Ai to be resurrected, you have to stop crying first."

Realizing that the foster mother in a wheelchair who lived next door did not like soft food, Mochizuki gently pinched the girl's soft earlobe and said in a very serious voice:

"Girls who cry are the ugliest, you know?"

"...I didn't cry."

Sniffing a little stubbornly, Kurihara Saki put down the handkerchief, revealing a reddish nose and eyes.

"Okay, now you are good."

Mochizuki folded his hands on his chest, looked at Kurihara Saki sitting next to him, and said in a very serious voice:

"Do you really want to resurrect Hoshino Ai?"

"I want to... I really want to!"

"Very good, log in now and give me a deduction of 1, and I will help you resurrect Hoshino Ai."

"?"

Slightly startled...Looking at Mochizuki Ri's funny expression, Kurihara Saki burst into tears and laughed——

Picking up the pillow and throwing it on the boy, Kurihara's mother's smile returned:

"Go away!"

"What, don't you deduct 1?"

While pretending to be in pain and holding her stomach, Mochizuki looked sad:

"Okay...that's it for now, this is all I can do - treat me to a sundae on Sunday, and I'll make a special trip to draw you a fanfic of Ai Hoshino's resurrection in a while."

".......real?"

"of course it's true!"

Mochizuki patted his chest and said in a serious voice:

"I've already told you, I've lied to everyone before, but I've never lied to you - just say you won't treat me to a sundae, right?"

"...You are such a sweet tooth slave."

"Whoever said it is different."

"Pfft!"

"Ha ha!"

The laughter of boys and girls echoed in the small room.

"Haha...Okay, okay!"

After the laughter subsided, and looking at Mochizuki trying to comfort him, Kurihara Saki felt something, but he was also puzzled:

"Now, I am your first reader - although it is very troublesome, please feel free to leave the arrangement work to me!"

"...Come on."

Crossing his hands on his chest, looking at the high-spirited adoptive mother in a wheelchair, the young man responded seriously:

"Then... I'll leave "アイドル" (Idol) to you."

"no problem!"

Signing a big OK... As if she was mentally prepared for something, the girl clenched her fists and her voice trembled:

"Then...that! I have another request?"

"Go ahead."

"...Can I sing the promotional song for "I Recommend"?"

It seemed like she was reminded of Ruby's weak appearance slumped on the hospital bed in her previous life. It was also like she was reminded of Ruby's current life. With her mother's encouragement, Ruby finally took a solid first step... She had always been timid. Kurihara Saki, who was hiding behind the boy and unwilling to show his face, felt an inexplicable determination in his heart.

"The end point for you and Mochizuki... is definitely not this town, right?"

The father's words emerged in the girl's heart.

In an instant.

Kurihara Saki, who had been sitting in a wheelchair without taking a second step, finally held onto the wheelchair tightly and her voice trembled unconsciously:

"I don't know why, I really want to sing this song... Obviously I'm not an idol, I've never sung, and I can't even dance - but I want to give it a try, Mochizuki, can you? ?”

".......Eh?"

Shocked by the words of the wheelchair girl in front of him, Mochizuki's expression was a little complicated.

.....after a long time.

Finally realizing the girl's determination... the young man seemed to be relieved and showed a rather subtle smile:

"...Do you really want to sing?"

"I really... really want to sing!"

Kurihara Saki is rarely in such an excited mood, and his body movements and reactions are more exaggerated than ordinary people - his trembling body, clenched fists, and beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks are the best proof.

She is longing, eager to chase, but she is a little timid, afraid that Mochizuki will not agree -

So... facing Kurihara Saki's silence, the girl's expression also dimmed:

"......Isn't it really possible?"

His head drooped with some disappointment, Kurihara Saki's expression also showed a faint reluctance to let go——

Almost at the same time.

The boy's slightly dull voice sounded at this moment.

".......sure."

"Eh?"

"I said, maybe you singing is the best choice."

Holding his chin thoughtfully, Mochizuki looked at the confused girl in front of him, with the same smile:

"In short - you passed."

"Really...really?!"

"of course it's true."

After gently flicking Kurihara's mother's little head, Mochizuki said with a gentle expression:

"...remember to treat me to a better sundae."

"no problem!"

The dark blue sky is sparkling with mottled ancient imprints from tens of thousands of light years away.

The girl's heart was filled with joy that came from nowhere. She gently hugged Mochizuki Ri in front of her, just like the stars converging in the sky——

However, the excitement was fleeting.

Realizing that he had exceeded the rules, Kurihara Saki's cheeks burned red and he rocked the wheelchair back. After a long time, he returned to his usual cold and calm tone:

"...Go and wash the dishes."

The girl gave orders and directed the adopted son's actions.

"?"

Somewhat shocked by the speed of the girl's face change, Mochizuki's expression fell into embarrassment——

However, during the brief moment of discomfort, the young man just sighed, and then he obediently put away the few plates and prepared to wash them at the sink.

"Pfft."

Vaguely, the boy seemed to hear the girl snickering.

Turning his head, Kurihara Saki was still sitting in the wheelchair with an expressionless face, without any change.

"...Are you snickering?"

"No."

Facing Mochizuki's inquiry, the girl's voice was sonorous:

"I just remembered something interesting."

"Interesting thing? What is it?"

"...I won't tell you."

Kurihara Saki hummed twice, then turned his head and said nothing.

The melodious sound of wind came, the hazy night, the cool night wind, and the swaying shadows of lamps created a small world.

You can think about anything, you can stay out of everything... The girl took a deep breath and felt comfortable both physically and mentally.