My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 415 The date set for early September
"Too……"

Yuzuru Nishimiya nodded seriously, muttering softly, "If we're talking about reliability, Uncle Miyamura is much more reliable than you, Tsuna..."

"Hey!"

Three black lines instantly appeared on Tsuna's forehead. He was both annoyed and amused: "I'm still here. If you're going to talk bad about me, at least do it behind my back, okay?"

"..."

Nishimiya Yuzuru immediately put on a well-behaved act, blinking her eyes as if she hadn't heard.

The two chatted idly for a few more minutes.

It wasn't until Shizuka Miyamura entered the living room carrying shopping bags she'd brought back from the Uzaki family next door that Yuzuru Nishimiya got up and called to Hachiko, who was dozing at his feet:
"Hachiko, let's go!"

I led it slowly out the door and strolled towards the park.

"I wonder when Shoko and the others will be back..."

Shizuka Miyamura shuffled over to the coffee table in her slippers and gently nudged Tsuna, who was sprawled out on the tatami mat, with her toe.

"I still need to prepare lunch right on time."

Tsuna didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He lazily rolled over like a pancake, making room for the prime spot facing the TV.

"Dad and the others might have lunch out."

"He dares!?"

Shizuka Miyamura's voice suddenly rose a few decibels: "I bought all the groceries early this morning, just to wait for them to come back and hear the good news about glass."

"..."

A chill ran down Tsuna's neck for no apparent reason, and he wisely swallowed the rest of his words.

He silently buried his face even deeper into the phone screen, his fingers swiping even faster.

He was afraid that if he continued talking, he would definitely get a good slap on the head from his mother!

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The phone suddenly rang twice in a row. A-Gang's heart skipped a beat, and he frantically grabbed the phone and pressed the volume buttons.

I managed to mute the sound completely just before my mom frowned.

Jun Kazunori: "Miyamura-sensei, do you have any new book plans for the second half of the year?"

"My page is overflowing with readers urging me to update..."

It also ended with a pitiful little dog wagging its tail emoji.

"..."

"No inspiration this year, just a lack of ideas."

The two message bubbles had barely disappeared when Kazuno Jun's follow-up question immediately popped up—

"And...what about next year?"

As Tsuna browsed the messages sent by Kazuno Jun, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

He sighed and waved his phone at Shizuka Miyamura on the sofa: "Mom, I'm going upstairs to look at some manuscripts."

After saying that, without waiting for a response, he slipped on his slippers and slowly strolled upstairs.

The wooden stairs creaked softly beneath his feet.

"I'm not sure yet. I'd like to try a different style, but I don't have any inspiration right now."

"Alright..."

"Miyamura-sensei, you need to step up your game! There are so many books on the market now that are in the same style as yours."

"If you keep dragging this out and not showing up, I'm really afraid your readers will all be lured away by other people's 'affordable alternatives' (sigh.jpg)"

After sending the three messages in a row, Kazuno Jun seemed to have been drained of his last bit of strength, and he sank deeply into the back of the large office chair!
The chair's hinges suddenly let out a groan of despair.

She looked up at the cold ceiling light and let out a long, pent-up sigh...

Sigh, these days, chasing after manuscripts is more exhausting than writing them yourself!
And she was being very polite!
What do you mean by 'similar style'? Those few new books that have just popped up on the market are practically using Miyamura-sensei's books as ready-made templates!

Each book had a familiar, formulaic feel to it! She slowly closed her eyes, and the hum of the printing presses idling in the warehouse seemed to be buzzing in her ears.

Coincidentally, President Kazunori had just left his office when his gaze unconsciously swept in her direction. He twitched his lips helplessly and simply turned away and left.

Out of sight is pure.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the second floor.

As Gang stared at the densely packed text on the screen, his head throbbed.

I rubbed my temples and started scrolling through short videos.

Time passed happily, and it wasn't until he heard familiar sounds from downstairs that he realized it was already noon.

"Tsuna!"

He had barely left the chair by half an inch when the door was flung open! Accompanied by Shoko's exhilarating cheers that nearly lifted the roof off.

Seeing her eyes light up and how eager she was to pounce on him, Tsuna's worries completely vanished.

He sank lazily back into the soft chair and asked with concern:
"How is it? What did Dr. Bert say?"

Shoko sat down by the bed, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then gently shook it: "I didn't quite understand either..."

Her voice was a little dazed, but then her eyes lit up immediately:

"However, when Uncle Miyamura came out after talking with Dr. Bert, he told me very happily that I am doing very well now!"

"So in other words, the chances of a cure are very high!"

Shoko happily clenched her little fist and shook it, then held up a finger and added:
"However, we'll have to wait until the thorough examination in early September to find out the specifics!"

"Early September?"

“Yes, yes,” Shoko nodded vigorously. “Mom has already made arrangements for September 4th. I’ll ask the school for a two-week leave then.”

"Then I...—"

"Tsuna, don't even think about it. I already asked for you on the way back."

He had barely uttered two words when his classmate, Shoko, covered his mouth: "Uncle won't give you leave."

"Uncle said that you are now in the home-based class, so you can go directly to the hospital to see me after school. You don't need to take time off to accompany me."

As she spoke, Shoko naturally pulled Tsuna's hand, letting his arm loosely wrap around her waist, and then leaned back with practiced ease.

I nestled comfortably into that already incredibly familiar embrace.

She even rubbed against him contentedly, finding a comfortable angle.

Did Dr. Nabert say how long I need to stay in the hospital?

As soon as he said that, Tsuna realized he had asked a stupid question.

But the girl in his arms just shook her head slightly, and strands of her hair brushed against his chin, making him feel a little itchy.

"Well...we'll have to wait until the tests are done and the doctors discuss it carefully before we can know."

A-Gang absentmindedly hummed in agreement, nuzzling her head with his chin as he pondered what excuse he could come up with to ask for leave.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the dissatisfaction in the person in his arms.

Shoko puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, then suddenly gave a sly smile and tilted her head back sharply—

Then Tsuna pinched his upper and lower lips.

"Ugh...! Ugh... you...!"

With her lips pinched, Shoko could only let out a series of indistinct, protesting whimpers.

"Stop fooling around, Mom's calling us down for dinner."

A-Gang loosened his grip on her lips, gave her a quick peck, and then got up and went downstairs ahead of her.

He is hungry.

(End of this chapter)