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

"Ha...that's it."

As if seeing through something, Mizuno Saki smiled meaningfully:

"Suddenly I remembered that you two were co-stars in "Ultraman Tega"... Why, the handsome men and beauties are entangled in the movie, but they also have deep feelings outside the movie?"

"It depends on how you understand it."

Without refuting Mizuno Saki's words, Mochizuki said seriously:

"So, if Xu Yuhuai agrees to star, will your agency be willing to let him go?"

"Of course I am willing... After all, to be honest, except for you, no one has ever asked Sister Xu to be the main protagonist by name."

Responding softly, the young lady from Darksteel crossed her legs and looked quite relaxed:

"For the sake of you and Sister Xu being very familiar with Ayou, I'll tell you the truth: Sister Xu actually doesn't have much work at all recently, and the company's resources are not very biased towards her - if you We have no other ideas when it comes to specifying that she must be the main protagonist. After all, if you make her famous, we will pop the champagne on the spot; even if the TV series fails, our firm will not suffer any direct losses... This is a good thing with no harm at all, so why should we not let him go?"

(Who are you kidding...you wanted to drive me away at first.)

Looking at Mizuno Saki in front of him, Mochizuki's expression was slightly tense.

However...seeing that things ended successfully, the young man was too lazy to continue with some boring quarrels.

He didn't deal with Teacher Dayou's girlfriend in the first place, but he came here mainly because of Xu Yuhuai - so it would be fine if things were settled so they could get together or part ways.

It's better to do less than to do more. He really couldn't handle this woman who made it difficult for him to breathe just by being in the same room.

It is precisely because of this.

Mochizuki looked calm and asked politely:

"So, cooperation is achieved?"

"...Cooperation is achieved."

Nodding slightly, Mizuno Saki yawned, then stood up and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash his face before getting off work later.

.......

The cooperation is finally over.

After packing up the documents, Mochizuki packed up his things and prepared to leave——

Seeing Fa Xiao getting ready to leave, Jinchuan Yu was also ready to see off his guests.

"...I couldn't bear it. I didn't expect that I would let you two meet."

Rubbing his head, Tsukawa Yu sighed:

"Fortunately, the cooperation has been negotiated. Sister Xu is sure to come, which is considered a success... You see, this matter is really unpleasant."

"...It doesn't matter, the result is pretty good, and I don't want to go into detail about the process."

Carrying her bag, Mochizuki stood at the door of the office, watching the busy traffic:

"After all, it is to help Huaizi increase her business. This is a necessary sacrifice... This is Mizuno Saki, how can I put it, I really don't want to meet again. I feel like she is right. You are quite gentle, but you are a thorn in others' side, which is quite embarrassing."

"...There's nothing I can do about it, it's been like this before - as you know, her personality is so awkward, and it's basically difficult for others to deal with her."

"so."

It's like I remembered something interesting.

The naturally curly boy smiled softly at this moment:

"Suddenly I feel that the girls of the same age around me are all very good people."

"...If you know it, cherish it~ You piece of wood."

After patting someone on the head and being silent for a moment, Yu Tsugawa said:

"Okay, I won't say much more—can I treat you to dinner next time?"

".......Row."

Responding softly, Mochizuki added:

"Of course, there shouldn't be any women at the dinner, just the two of us sitting together and chatting."

"Of course!"

Patting the young boy on the shoulder, Teacher Dayou waved his hand:

"Slow down, call your buddy when you get home!"

"?"

Made a gesture.

Mochizuki turned around, turned a corner, got into his Black Swan electric wheelchair parked in the corner, and disappeared at the end of the road.

I will work harder this month.

43. Sloth Fish Waseda Team Building 6k

It has been half a year since I came to Tokyo, and Mochizuki has gradually gained a better understanding of this city.

Japan is a country that has developed heavily around the Tokyo economic circle. As long as you stay here for a while, you will clearly feel the big difference between Tokyo and non-Tokyo.

You can see many small houses and courtyards in other cities. Girls in kimonos walking on the street whisper to children in school uniforms. You can see the traces of the slow passage of time in other cities. They follow the trend of the times and move slowly——

But in Tokyo, everything is different: subways, buses, convenience stores, and skyscrapers are everywhere here.From the people at 711 who were eating lunches and wearing suits and reading comics, as well as those who were anxiously nodding and bending to the other end of the phone and talking about はい and すみません, Mochizuki saw a younger, faster, and more modern crowded metropolis. , seeing the restless souls under the busy traffic, I couldn't help but sigh that modern people live too tiredly, and even relative freedom is hard to find, which is really sad.

So, one day while walking in the Waseda field with Kurihara’s mother, the boy said sadly:

"...Today's society has become too impetuous. How many people are lost in the flashy and decadent interest field and cannot extricate themselves, but have forgotten the really important things. Sometimes, people still need to learn Only by being self-satisfied and seeking some pure happiness from the shackles - only in this way can people be reborn from decay and fill their lives with the light of freedom."

"........you're right."

Shaking the electric wheelchair, Kurihara Saki, who was accompanying Mochizuki, couldn't help but narrowed her red eyes slightly:

"So, having said all that, is this why you took a break from Yanquan Tangtang this week and asked me to take a walk with you in the school in the afternoon?"

"...can't you?"

Seeing Kurihara's mother opening her mouth to make trouble, the boy with natural curly hair slightly changed his expression:

"Why, can't I just call a good partner to relax?"

"...It's okay, but if I'm right, Ali, now should be the day for you to finish the manuscript, right?"

Handing Mochizuki an energy bar that she brought from home, Kurihara's mother's expression was as calm as ever, and her words revealed the aftertaste of a capitalist:

"Why, don't you plan to continue to be a super popular cartoonist and become a veritable new pillar of Shonen Jump? This is really strange - I thought you were still the same as in high school, some kind of super explosive slash young man."

"...Slash youths are just like security guards, they also shed tears."

Taking the small snack handed to him by the white-haired wheelchair girl, Mochizuki, who has always been known to be vigorous and decisive, and can handle multiple identities easily, tore open the packaging bag, bit off a piece of the biscuit, and said in a long voice:

“After all these years, I’m tired: I’m rushing out manuscripts, typing, and surfing the Internet as usual every day, and I’m still being laughed at for being a fugitive psychiatric patient. I also think that my slash life has lasted too long, and my mood has been worn out. Suddenly, I felt tired, so I decided to relax today and just wanted to be quiet.”

"...Then you are so worn out, why did you call me out?"

"Because I want to find someone to be quiet with me."

"alright."

Being confused by Mochizuki's unclear words, the young mother sighed, and then her little hand left her waist and stopped safely in front of a certain elementary school boy.

"........"

Seeing through the thoughts of a certain white-haired piglet, the young man didn't hesitate much. He just took a few steps back, grabbed the handle of the wheelchair, and started walking slowly.

The ginkgo leaves tumbled down and spread on the path of the Waseda field, forming a long path that felt fluffy.

In the distance, students from the Light Music Department were singing melodious ballads. Nearby, seniors from the Drama Department were rehearsing classics from decades ago. Rimochizuki was pushing Kurihara Saki's wheelchair, walking slowly as time seemed to On the solidified path.

Occasionally, I stopped to look up at the swaying branches. The bright sun penetrated the leaves, and spots of light dotted on the young man's shoulders. Complex emotions appeared in the naturally curly young man's eyes.

There was silence all the way, and the two of them were inexplicably quiet.

After a long silence, Mochizuki, who couldn't bear the loneliness, suddenly spoke.

"...No, why don't you speak?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to have some quiet time with me?" Kurihara Saki responded matter-of-factly.

"What I'm saying... Suppose a beautiful sister said she wanted to go home by herself when she was drunk one day, would you really not send her away?"

"......Are you a beautiful sister?"

"To be honest, I feel like a girl who has just been left out by her mother, feeling lost and looking for warmth in the world."

"I understand, drink more water."

"........"

Under the ginkgo tree, there are two children staring at each other with big eyes.

"...Forget it, today is my day off and I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you."

Pouting his lips, and leaving the battle in a way that could barely be called decent, Mochizuki sat down on a nearby seat and enjoyed the shade under the shade of a tree with a girl in a wheelchair.

Time flies by. The spring cherry blossoms are gone and the rainy season is ushering in. The rain has just left and the scorching sun is ushering in. After the scorching heat, we can hear the chirping of insects again... In the blink of an eye, the past has been defined by ourselves. The long summer has passed once again.

On this day when autumn has come to an end and the year has officially entered its second half, Mochizuki couldn't help but shake his head and said with emotion:

"Time flies so fast, summer has passed in the blink of an eye..."

"Indeed it is."

Seeing that Mochizuki's "Quiet Pact" was ruined, Kurihara Saki did not continue to remain silent like a child. Instead, he teased in a rare way:

"Seeing that you are about to reach the age of [-]...hehe, little one, I didn't expect you to become a little old man~"

"...You are still a few days older than me, don't talk so proudly."

Mochizuki flicked the forehead of a certain boy and his young mother, but Mochizuki couldn't help but shook his head:

“But if you count on your fingers, it’s been almost a year since I came to Tokyo, but sometimes I always feel as if I have never left Toyama Prefecture, and I feel like I am still a high school student... To be honest, I have no real sense. .”

"Hai, normal."

Feeling the refreshing autumn breeze, Kurihara Saki stretched his body:

"After all, you have to work every day, and you are still a homebody. Even if you socialize, you just hang out with acquaintances..."

"...indeed."

Although he wanted to refute the white-haired girl next to him, after much thought, Mochizuki could only admit it, and then sighed regretfully:

"It's so hard... Occasionally, I feel a little inexplicably empty, and I don't really feel like I'm in a bigger city. Is this my problem?"

"...To be honest, I am more or less."

Kurihara Saki scratched his head, his red eyes turning slightly:

"Maybe it's because I still live next to you? I always feel like I'm nothing at all, and I feel like I'm actually in my youth."

"...Are you insinuating that I have no mood again?" Mochizuki was alert.

"What do you think?" Kurihara Saki asked, "Don't you realize that you are the most boring partner in the world? Super slash young man Mr. Mochizuki Ri?"

"Okay, okay, it seems you have forgotten that I treated you to French food this year."

"Ignore that, it's too exaggerated." The white-haired girl's eyes evaded, "The sentiment I'm talking about is not that exaggerated thing... you know that, right?"

"...?"

Hearing the white-haired mother next to him suddenly say some words that he didn't understand at all, Mochizuki, who always felt that he had strayed into the realm of the Riddler, was startled.

"No, I can't even treat you to French food? So what does it mean to be sentimental?"

"...The way you are now is called sentimental to me."

After a moment of silence, Kurihara Saki said this hesitantly.

"........ah?"

I still didn't understand what Kurihara Saki meant by what he said, and Mochizuki looked quite confused.

But...looking at the autumn wind blowing, and the golden fallen leaves everywhere, the young man sitting under the cherry and apricot tree seemed to have just noticed something, and his eyebrows relaxed slightly.

Turning her head slightly and looking at Kurihara's mother, whose expression remained unchanged but whose ears and cheeks were slightly rosy, Mochizuki suddenly felt speechless: