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

"haha, okay."

He gently responded to Mochizuki, and the puppy-eyed little president's eyes reflected his heart, bright and moving.

At this point, the main plot of the next issue has begun.

This is the end of lunch time for the dog-eyed girl and the elementary school boy.

After paying the money, he walked out of the store. Watching the little teacher strap on his knee pads and put on a small helmet, with his feet on the pulleys, Mochizuki also stepped on his plump and voluptuous blue enchantress, and followed Kasumi Takegami. Exercise after meals and walk around casually.

At this moment, it is already around two o'clock in the afternoon.

The rising sun is burning, the breeze is blowing, and the wind flowing in the sky shapes the ridges into waves. They are extremely graceful and smooth waves, without a trace of ripples - so everything as far as the eye can see is smooth, and every day and every place is laid out. Large and generous, bright and clean.

The colors are pure to the point of holiness, and the aura is so sublime that the young man feels very happy looking at the peaceful street scene.

"...So, I always feel that if I stay with Mochizuki-san, my whole person will become Buddhist-like."

Sliding gently on the pulley, the girl with dog eyes followed the boy who was stepping on the blue enchantress, and her voice was quite teasing:

"If I were shopping with other friends, I probably wouldn't feel like this - but when I go out with Mochizuki-san, I always feel like I'm back in the romantic era when citypop was still popular."

"...You might as well just say I'm old and angry."

Comrade Mochizuki, who is quite sensitive to this topic, also curled his lips dissatisfied at this moment:

"It still feels like I've returned to the romantic era... It's almost as if I'm an artistic middle-aged person."

"Haha, because they are indeed very similar."

Looking at Mochizuki's frown, Little Chengzi couldn't help laughing:

"I do feel a bit like this... Maybe the reason why Mochizuki-san has fewer friends is also related to the lingering temperament of the court, right?"

"......Teacher Takegami, I want to treat you to fried chicken in the future."

Having been stepped on twice, the young man's voice, which was slightly broken, became gloomy:

"This disciple has good intentions, but you treat him like this, and even mock him for his interpersonal relationships and temperament. It's really heartbreaking."

"Haha...Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you anymore."

Feeling the breeze lift the hem of her short skirt, the dog-eyed girl with bubble stockings and pulleys on her feet smiled unabated:

"Then, future fried chicken, please."

".......Row."

It always felt like Takegami-sensei seemed to stop teasing him a few times every time. He comforted himself with his backhand and tightened the reins, and then repeated the previous operation to walk him like a dog. Mochizuki couldn't help but sigh.

Although we were quite happy to get along with him, Takegami-sensei’s character is getting worse and worse...

The dignity of the bureau-style man was sacred and inviolable, and the young man's expression became serious.

Damn it... I must not continue to be teased like this in the future. I must make Takegami-sensei, this hidden female devil, suffer a lot!

This was when the wild thoughts emerged in the young man's heart.

On the other side, Kasumi Takegami, who was traveling with Mochizuki, was also thinking a lot at the moment.

Suddenly, he recalled Mochizuki's serious expression when he mentioned "I want to make fried chicken for Takegami-sensei" several times... The puppy-eyed teacher's heart was faintly beating faster.

Although when faced with these questions, her responses were always straightforward and her voice did not hesitate - but if you think about it carefully, Takegami Kasumi has actually never eaten anything made by Mochizuki... ...

It doesn't matter if it tastes delicious or not...but Mochizuki-san, do you really want to cook something for yourself?

This is my intention.

Kasumi Takegami, who had some thoughts in mind, suddenly spoke like this after a brief silence:

"Well... well, Mochizuki-san, can you ask me a question?"

"What's wrong, suddenly mysterious..."

It is rare to see his teacher showing such an expression. Mochizuki, who is usually regarded as an elementary school boy, looked at the little teacher beside him curiously:

"Ask me, I don't have any secrets."

"Um...nothing else, have you cooked for Xiao Saki?"

"...Definitely not. With her level of cooking skills, me coming to help is just adding trouble."

"Pfft... Didn't you say that you have completed your glorious evolution and become a chef at the Michelin Tire Man restaurant level?"

"...So what if I become a tire man, that guy Kurihara will always be a mountain I can't climb."

Mochizuki, whose self-esteem had been forcibly trampled upon once again, was drooping his head at this moment, acknowledging the fact that he was a kitchen waste in disguise——

At this point, a sigh sounded, ending the young man's thoughts:

"Oh... ok, don't mention her. I can't bear the thought of her smug expression when she laughed at me - I won't cook for an arrogant wheelchair girl."

"...Haha, there is such a thing~"

Seeing Mochizuki getting anxious while talking, and actually showing a faint sense of grievance as a child being wronged by his mother, Takegami Kasumi couldn't help but laugh——

Of course, after you smile, you always have to smooth your hair.

Knowing that he would have to play tricks on Mochizuki from time to time in the future, in order to have some fun in his ordinary daily life, in order to prevent the young man in front of him from completely breaking his defense, the little president Gouyan, who has always implemented the law of sustainable fishing, also whispered at this moment Comforting Mochizuki:

"Okay, okay...Although Xiao Saki has a low opinion of your cooking skills, you still have me, right?"

"Then, I will accept your first fried chicken sharing party."

".......OK, no problem."

Perhaps with a trace of determination to avenge his shame, or perhaps with a trace of anger at Kurihara's humiliation of his cooking skills, Mochizuki's expression was more serious than ever:

"Just wait until I finish drawing the first chapter, let's make an appointment, and I will definitely prepare some delicious dishes to entertain Takegami-sensei."

"Okay...but don't fry too much, I want to lose weight."

"Teacher Takegami, you still need to lose weight for your size? Isn't that a little too harsh?"

"Hmm... Mochizuki-san, don't you think I'm a little fat?"

"what?"

Mochizuki hesitated slightly as he responded to the little president with short poodle eyes who was always by his side as he stepped on the pulley.

Perhaps he was attracted by the girl's words, but the boy who had been concentrating on riding his bike turned around and took a closer look at the little teacher who was accompanying him.

Seeing the seemingly bulging face, Mochizuki glanced at the teacher's fat and even legs and well-proportioned body. Mochizuki, who didn't see any sign of a fat pig from his teacher, was immediately shocked:

"Are you girls so terrible...are you too fat for normal body types?"

"Ahem...don't expand on this topic too much."

The girl with dog eyes was somewhat embarrassed, and her voice was a little weak:

"...Anyway, in short, I have grown some fat on my thighs and belly recently, so I can't eat too much."

"Isn't that good? Being well-proportioned and healthy is the best. The lean pork ribs on the Internet that are full of technology are tasteless."

"That's what I say...but Saki-chan is very thin."

Kasumi Takegami's voice finally felt a little frustrated, and her cheeks, which were gradually turning red and warm against the rising sun, were starting to get hotter:

"Also, also, I'm actually a bit fat, but I look thinner when I wear clothes. I can't compare with Xiao Saki..."

"You're right, but Kurihara is pure pork ribs and is born with malabsorption, so he is not in good health... Don't tell me, she used to say she envied you when eating. She is just right where she should be fat and thin where she should be. There isn’t much meat in the place, and he also said that if you weren’t addicted to comics and the social partners you choose are basically otakus and otakus, you might be very popular among the current adults——”

"...Um, okay, okay! Stop talking!"

I always felt that the shame in my heart was gushing out like a tidal wave. The little president with dog eyes waved his hands in panic, and his furry little head almost shook out of the afterimage, and the oyster sounds continued one after another:

"There is no such thing, there really is no such thing...Mochizuki-san, don't listen to Saki-chan's slander, don't spread rumors!"

"....Okay, there is no such thing."

It was rare to see the puppy-eyed young president showing such an embarrassed expression. Mochizuki was also a little helpless, and his voice showed some embarrassment:

"Since I want to lose weight, I'll get some chicken breast another day and fry it for Takegami-sensei..."

"...Eh, really?"

"of course it's true."

Mochizuki cracked his fingers and said in a clear voice:

"Then, we made an appointment - when we are guests another day, Mr. Takegami will only be allowed to eat chicken breast, and I will only be allowed to eat fried chicken. How about that?"

"...Hey, why?"

Sensing the deep meaning in the young man's words, the little president with dog eyes curled his lips:

"Why can I only eat chicken breast, but Mochizuki-san can eat fried chicken——"

"Didn't you say you want to lose weight?"

"......"

With each word, the silence doubled.

In an instant, Takegami Kasumi, who had originally vowed to lose weight, was speechless.

"Huh, you know you've reached an impasse."

Looking at Little Chengzi who was in trouble, the socially fearful young man Jie Jie smiled strangely and transformed into the elder of the Soul Palace:

"If you still swear that you want to lose weight, I will fry the chicken breast until it is very old and burnt, and stuff all the fried chicken with honey mustard sauce into my mouth, and you will just watch me eat the fried chicken." Swallow it and secretly drop the little pearls on the side.”

"Hey, don't touch the fried chicken!"

"Okay - just tell me, do you want to lose weight or not?"

"......"

Hearing Mochizuki Ri's words about pursuing victory, Takegami Kasumi's expression fell into a dull state for a moment.

I never thought that Mochizuki would turn his offensive once again and start to enslave himself... The little president with the dog eyes who had spent gold coins to buy a game cartridge last time, his pupils began to tremble. .

"You...don't go too far!" The tone of Kasumi Takegami's voice changed, with a sense of urgency, "Even if you tempt me with fried chicken, there is no way you can shake my will— —”

"Are you sure? Teacher Takegami."

"...Gu."

To be honest, when he heard Mochizuki Ri's words, Takegami Kasumi's steely will once again received a strong impact.

Although I don't have much confidence in Mochizuki's cooking skills, I still believe that as long as the fried chicken is not mushy, it won't taste bad at all. Once the chicken breast is fried, it will be so burnt that I don't want to comment on it. I understand the young cooking skills very well. After all, the little president with dog eyes was finally overcome by desire after a moment of silence:

"Gu...Then I won't stop."

"That's fine~"

Seeing that his little teacher finally left these words, Mochizuki's words seemed to have a playful feel:

"Just wait, I'll raise Mr. Takegami into a little fat pig right away."

".......what are you talking about!"

The girl on the pulley and the boy on the blue enchantress galloped past, and the laughter and curses echoed around the street corner.

.....

Happy time always passes quickly, and it’s time to say goodbye again.

After saying goodbye to Mochizuki, the little teacher with dog eyes just skated on the pulley, facing the breeze, and slowly strolled along the trails of Toyama City, Toyama Prefecture.

Although she has a cheerful personality and has many friends, Teacher Cheng is still a little home girl in essence. She is a fragile existence that will easily die if she loses her games and comics. So in order to replenish her energy in time, the girl prepared to go back after a simple walk to eat. Home.

"...In the end, I can't escape the fried chicken."

While muttering softly, the girl with dog eyes secretly touched her slightly swollen belly, feeling somewhat heavy.

Although it is mentioned on Yahoo: He is 1 meters tall and weighs 65kg, which is a very well-proportioned and perfect figure - but after all, he has to talk about comics alone with this guy Mochizuki all day long, and sometimes he is accidentally touched on the waist. For meaty parts such as the belly or thighs, Takegami Kasumi will enter a red temperature state.Although I don’t say it with my mouth, I always care about it in my heart:

He doesn't think I'm fat, right?

He wouldn't secretly call me a little fat pig, right?

Ever since, the long-term concern turned into an obsession - not long after, the little teacher began to exercise. After eating every day, he would go around on a pulley, and even secretly jump rope to practice yoga at home... ...Although it doesn't have an immediate effect, it should also have an... effect... right?

"No...you can't think about this anymore."

Girls are always very self-conscious about their figure. If it is serious, they may even become obsessive. I understand that they have already begun to get into trouble. If they continue, they may fall into a state of illness. The little president with dog eyes is just shaking. He shook his little head and stopped thinking about anything.

Just let nature take its course... The way Mochizuki-san looks at her, it doesn't seem like she hates being fat.