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

There was the sound of a wheelchair sliding through the crack in the door.

Mochizuki didn't let Mochizuki wait too long. With a "squeak", the door was gently opened.

What caught Mochizuki's eyes was Kurihara Saki's slightly tired face.

"...Why are you here at this time?"

Yawning, the silver-haired girl rocked the wheelchair, with faint doubts in her eyebrows:

"It's only eight o'clock now...it's the weekend, why do you have to get up so early?"

"Eight o'clock is not too early."

The young man crossed his wrist and painted the watch on his wrist to the silver-haired mother sitting in a wheelchair next to him:

"Look, there are only four hours left until twelve o'clock - according to the time, now is the time to have breakfast."

"Well said, have you had breakfast?"

"That's what I'm saying... Shouldn't I just come to your place to eat?"

"?"

A small question mark appeared above his head, and Kurihara Saki couldn't help but narrowed his eyes:

"I remember that your cooking skills are terrible, but it's not like you can't make breakfast, right?"

"...I said I don't want to cook, do you believe me?"

"I believe it, lazy dog."

"......Don't scold me, I really have depression."

Mochizuki, who was first broken by the Internet and then educated by Kurihara Saki, had his head hanging down, like an elementary school boy who was punished by his mother for doing something wrong——

Of course, Kurihara Saki is not a bad woman.

Although she was usually a strict mother, looking at Mochizuki's expression that was difficult to evaluate, the girl didn't say much:

"Okay, come in quickly - the weather is getting colder, don't freeze."

".......Row."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, the door of Kurihara's house was also closed.

...

"I heard that you have become a big star recently."

In the small room, the silver-haired girl who had been sitting in a wheelchair was gently flipping the bacon in the frying pan. Her bright red eyes looked at the elementary school boy who was sitting on the sofa watching early education cartoons, and her eyebrows turned slightly:

"How about it? It must feel great to film, right?"

"...Tsk, stop talking."

While watching the replay of Doremi the Little Witch on the TV station, Mochizuki looked quite embarrassed:

"I can only say that the moment I walked into the set, most of my legs were already weak... If I hadn't had a strong sense of belief as an actor, and I was in a state of atmosphere throughout the whole process, that section of the tennis court would have been Maybe the whole part of the play will collapse - you can understand it, being an actor is really stressful, how can I feel happy like this?"

".......yes?"

"Of course it's true - do you think it's easy to play a character whose personality is completely opposite to your own? It's so blue."

"...Is it difficult? I don't think so."

While responding to Mochizuki's words, Kurihara Saki flipped over the crispy bacon and cracked an egg:

"I have watched the whole drama carefully... Hayama Hayato, the character you play, is so popular with women, and there are several scenes of close contact with actresses - maybe you won't feel tortured, but will feel better." Do you enjoy it?"

What Kurihara's mother said was not out of thin air.

As one of the otakus who have been immersed in the Internet all year round and savor all kinds of life, Kurihara Saki is very clear about the performance of "My Youthful Love Story" starring Ri Mochizuki.

In terms of broadcast volume and discussion, "Spring Mono" is indeed one of the outstanding youth web dramas of the same period. Its discussion of the current situation of Japanese campuses and the rich inner world of the main characters have also triggered enough discussions and triggered countless Youthful empathy——

Of course, the core reason for "Harmono"'s popularity and the large number of female fans is mainly because Hayama Hayato, played by Ri Mochizuki, is too eye-catching... Many female viewers spontaneously edited Hayama slices, and began to promote the slices crazily - so far, Mochizuki, without any vest, has gained a certain degree of popularity and female fans on YouTube, and has completely become one of the pseudo-Internet celebrities who are famous for their faces. .

For some unknown reason, Kurihara Saki did frequently see the pictures of the boy from the elementary school next door. Although she didn’t think the guy who came to her place all day long to eat was very handsome, she looked at the comments section where all the mom fans were asking for a debut. At the time of the request, the girl in the wheelchair had indeed a complicated mood.

.....I hope this guy won't really make his debut.

Thinking that she didn't want Mochizuki to debut just because she lacked someone to play games with her, Kurihara's mother, who was in a hazy and ambiguous mood, touched her nose and her eyes wandered.

Of course, Mochizuki, who was very hungry for a long time and whose attention was attracted by the replay of the little witch Doremi on the TV station, did not notice the subtle expression of the wheelchair girl——

After carefully thinking about what Kurihara's mother had just said to him, the boy couldn't help but curl his lips with a rather complicated expression:

"It's so hurtful...I almost died suddenly on the set. You actually suspected that I had close contact with other girls on the set?"

"...It is a man's nature to like women."

After recovering from the brief silence, Kurihara Saki's voice hesitated:

"Anyway, I don't believe you don't have feelings for beautiful girls."

"Tsk... This is how you judge a gentleman with a villain's heart, Kurihara mother."

Hearing what Saki Kurihara, who was helping him make breakfast, said to him, Mochizuki's expression didn't change much:

"What about having close contact with a beautiful girl and then sparking love? It's just acting, it's not real."

"...Yes, but we don't rule out the possibility that it's fake."

When talking about these issues, Kurihara Saki didn’t know why he said such words:

"The actor Yuko Miura's eyes are almost twitching when she looks at you. You must be quite popular on the crew, right?"

"....Well, if you want to put it that way, it is indeed quite popular."

"Sure enough, your relationship with women is quite good."

Kurihara's mother folded her hands on her chest, her voice full of understanding:

"No wonder you like to go to the set. It turns out you like to have sex with girls who have a crush on you..."

"Hey, that's too much."

I always felt that what Kurihara's mother said to me was obviously more and more referential. The elementary school boy waved his hands quickly, and his voice became more and more speechless:

"Do you really think of me as some kind of love expert? You shouldn't be right... You have known me for so long, and you still think that I, a social worker squatting at home all day long, would dare to strike up a conversation with a girl I don't know? How is that possible? Well - Num, let me show it to you. When the tennis court scene was finished, the actor Yukinoshita Yukino also added my line. It has been a long time since she sent a message and I just said a few perfunctory words. It’s still a fake show, it’s a miracle I haven’t been called a straight man.”

"...Plain straight man."

"Hey, why are you still scolding me?"

"Didn't you say that it is a miracle for ordinary straight men not to be scolded? I just cursed and told you that there are many miracles in this world. For example, there is a wheelchair mother next to you who works hard and cooks for you. "

"...You are so heartless, Kurihara."

"I've already made you breakfast, and you still say things like this. Are you a little ignorant?"

Kurihara Saki raised his eyebrows. Although his mouth was as emotionless as ever, there was a hint of peace of mind in his voice:

"Okay, I know you don't have any contact with those girls on the set. Just watch your little witch Doremi and don't disturb me while I'm cooking."

".......Row."

Normally, Mochizuki would have been so quarrelsome with Saki Kurihara - but this time was different from the past. The boy who was hungrier than ever had no room to resist, so he had no choice but to obey.

Forget it...just be a child if you are treated like a child, after all, you are here to make a living.

Mochizuki, who always felt that he was gradually getting used to Kurihara Saki's speaking habits, also sighed silently at this moment, and then began to act like an obedient child, slumped on the sofa and watched early education cartoons that were constantly replayed on TV. .

Fortunately, the waiting time was not long. After a while, Kurihara Saki, who always had nimble hands, filled up the fried bacon and runny eggs, picked up the toasted toast, and directed Mochizuki to take the plate and sit down. ate breakfast.

"Smells, smells very good."

Smelling the fragrance of milk and light oil, the young man gave a thumbs up:

"This is what I like. Can I make breakfast like this next time?"

"And next time?"

"Gu... No, no more... I will make breakfast by myself next time..."

The aura was quickly suppressed. Mochizuki picked up the fried toast with an awkward expression, added runny eggs and crispy bacon to it, then opened his abyss wide mouth and swallowed the delicious food directly——

"...eat slowly."

Seeing the boy's rare devouring, Kurihara's mother couldn't help but sigh, and picked up a glass of milk and paper towels from the table:

"Be careful, the egg yolk is leaking out, don't get it on your clothes - drink some milk, the toast is so dry, you still need to drink something with it."

"Gu...thank you."

While burping comfortably, Mochizuki comfortably took the paper towels and milk handed to him by Kurihara's mother:

"Would you like to eat some too? There's so much bread that I can't finish."

"...I'm trying my best."

Snowflakes fell one after another in the quiet town, blurring the street scene.

The four seasons have turned and winter has arrived... In the blink of an eye, the year is coming to an end.

Thoughts so far.

As if a certain thought had emerged in her mind, the silver-haired girl in the wheelchair swallowed the toast, opened a bottle of milk, and said casually:

"Speaking of which, it's almost Christmas... What are you doing?"

"Me...no special activities."

He gently held his chin, his eyebrows turned slightly, and Mochizuki's voice was also quite serious:

"According to the tradition of previous years, I guess you will go online and play games. When you have time, you will go to the town with Teacher Dayou who has completed the team building to relax... You will definitely spend Christmas with your parents. Next to it?"

"Yes."

Kurihara Saki wiped her mouth covered with bread crumbs and blinked:

"My parents are not too worried about me going elsewhere, so I will basically spend Christmas with them."

"...Aren't you quite independent?"

"Being independent is not a show off...Besides, I'm already in a wheelchair, so I'm definitely not suitable for running around with my friends."

As she spoke, the silver-haired girl held her chin and her voice was full of profound meaning:

"...Speaking of which, are your Christmas arrangements so plain?"

"Of course, I'm a classic social person, and I don't have many friends on weekdays."

"Pfft."

Kurihara's mother couldn't help but laugh when she heard that the talented young man beside her evaluated himself like this.

"What kind of social fear... I think you are obviously boring, right? Otherwise you wouldn't have so few friends."

"........maybe."

Stretching, Mochizuki's deep eyes showed a hint of loneliness:

"If it really doesn't work, just continue to live like this this year - after living like this for so many years, you can't suddenly go crazy and say I'm sorry for being a human being, and then jump off the rooftop of Momoyama Garden, right?"

"...That's really not good."

"So, although Christmas is boring, there is nothing we can do about it. The task of making more friends will be left to next year."

"...So, why are you looking for trouble?"

Kurihara Saki's eyes lit up slightly at this moment.

But after hearing his adoptive mother's words, Mochizuki's expression changed somewhat:

"Ah...? What are you doing for Christmas?

"Yes, yes~"

The silver-haired girl sitting in the wheelchair did not change her expression, but her voice was fluctuating:

"Christmas is coming soon, and our city seems to be soliciting literary and artistic works from citizens online... If you are free, why don't we announce it to the town in the name of sloth fish on Christmas night? A song?"

"...Eh, is that so?"

Hearing Kurihara Saki's sudden words, Mochizuki's expression changed somewhat:

"I don't care. After all, there's still more than half a month left... But it's really strange. I didn't expect you to take the initiative to mention releasing a song."