Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesa yawned with her hand covering her mouth, packed up the fruit bag and table knife, wrapped them in several layers of plastic bags, and threw them into the trash can on the side of the road.

She put her hands in her pockets and hummed.

In the distance, in the direction of home, there was still a light on in the window, and a short figure was swaying back and forth.

Mori Yuesa smiled and quickened her pace.

Chapter5 Green Monster Qianshou Village Campaign

The evening breeze feels very comfortable on my face, and it quietly sneaks into the house through the window.

On the first floor, Mori Yuesha, who had just arrived home, was busy preparing ingredients in the kitchen.

At this time, she had already taken off the troublesome kimono and put on a black suspender and shorts - her plump figure was well-proportioned. The girl walked barefoot on the floor, holding the freshly washed lettuce in her hands.

In the battle just now, the fruits that Alia gave me, as well as some of the ingredients I bought for dinner, were all smashed. Now, I can only see what's left in the refrigerator and use my creativity... ('へ')

The girl was quietly preparing dinner, unaware that the second floor above her head was bustling with activity.

Izumi Sagiri was wearing pink pajamas and standing on the sofa covered with a bed sheet.

She gathered the bases of her left and right palms together, opened her ten fingers into the shape of a calyx, and pointed them at Chishou Mura Masaru who was holding a cup at the other end.

"Ka Mi Ha Mi~Haaaaa!!"

“Boo-boo-boom!”

Senjumura Zheng: ...

Are you a fool?

"How is it, how is it! Kamehameha~ Can you at least dodge it?"

Senjumura Zheng calmly took a sip of coffee, the bitter aroma bursting on his tongue: "No need. I am the Great Demon King Piccolo, you can't kill me."

"Ha! So, you want to be the green monster that spits eggs with its mouth..." Izumi Sagiri said with some disgust, with a look on her face saying 'So you are so wild at heart'.

Senjumura Zheng: ...

"Then, what about the Afterimage Fist? And how about the Myriad Nations Shocking Palm?" Izumi Sagiri, with long silver-white hair, was excited and waved her hands to clap. "First, use the Myriad Nations Shocking Palm, and then use the Demon Sealing Wave to seal you and Sister Yuesha into the rice cooker!"

"Then you will become the first martial artist in history to starve to death because of lack of self-care ability." Senjumura Sei said calmly as he straightened the belt of his kimono.

"A martial artist can't take care of himself, isn't that cute..." The girl with blue eyes looked at her speechlessly, "Can't you just cooperate? Are all novelists so serious?"

“To be precise, I’m not a novelist yet.”

"Isn't it almost finished?"

Seeing that Senjumura Masaru was not cooperating, Izumi Sagiri also lost interest and sat down with her legs crossed. There was a comic book on the table next to her.

"Dragon Ball! The mysterious girl's masterpiece! Big breakthrough! One million! Tsukihime's gift!" The cover shows a young man emitting energy waves, with a green dragon above his head.

Senjumura Masaru put down the cup and looked at the comic book that Izumi Sagiri had just imitated: "I can't believe it... Tsukisa-sama's comic book actually sold one million copies in half a year. She has been called 'Tsukisa-dono' - can breaking up really bring inspiration?"

Izumi Sagiri pouted, "You only get inspiration after breaking up, but it's better not to have it. You don't live with your sister, so of course it's easy for you to say that."

Dissatisfied with what Chishou Mura Zheng said, she stuck her head out and looked at the closed door before whispering to her, "That night, when my sister came back from the coffee shop, she became very strange. She bought a lot of meat, fruits, and all kinds of vegetables. You know my sister's constitution, right?"

Senjumura nodded in understanding: "A porcelain doll that would get tired even if she had to hold three cell phones."

Izumi Sagiri clapped her hands, "That's right! She couldn't even move my drawing board. But she came back with seven or eight bags of vegetables and beef that day. What happened?"

"Also, when I passed by my sister's room at night, I often heard her talking in her sleep, such as 'Master Bastard', 'I'll beat you to death with my afterimage punch', etc...."

"Is it because of the comics that something went wrong here?"

Izumi Sagiri raised her short, tender fingers and pointed at her head.

Senjumura Zheng shook his head in amusement: "No, maybe I have run out of inspiration..."

Senjumura Zheng knew that painting was indeed Mori Yuesa's hobby, but most of them were oil paintings and watercolors.

Suddenly he started drawing comics, and they were quickly published, with sales exceeding one million within half a year... I have to say, this is a magical story.

However, given the quality of the manga "Dragon Ball", even if it breaks through 2 million or 3 million in the future, Senjumura Masaru will not be surprised at all. At the beginning, she only bought this manga because the creator was Mori Tsukisa.

But later, it was just because of "Dragon Ball" itself.

Because Senjumura Masayuki has always been an author who likes to write fighting novels, the characters in this comic are so vivid that she almost thought that Mori Yuesa had really seen them.

"It's not a problem with the brain... Oh! Could it be Tojo Aoi--"

Qian Shoucunzheng frowned and interrupted: "Don't mention that person in front of Sister Yuesha. She doesn't deserve it."

Izumi Sagiri asked curiously: "Green Monster, tell me, why did that woman leave Sister Yuesha?"

Senjumura Zheng: Izumi Sagiri, try calling me Green Monster again!

"It's nothing but the rotten things of the rich and powerful."

Senjumura Masaru glared at Izumi Sagiri, then boredly stirred the spoon in his coffee cup: "Tojo Heavy Industries of the Tojo family alone is an incredible industry. At the time, I didn't think their relationship could last long, but Sister Yuesa wouldn't want to hear such words. Although, she should have been prepared..."

Click.

The door to the room was pushed open.

Mori Yuesha walked in with dinner, looking calm, and closed the door with her foot.

"Come on, eat quickly. It's a great feast today."

She seemed not to hear the conversation between the two people in the room.

The three of them were sitting at the table eating when Chishou Mura Zheng suddenly pointed at the news on the screen of his mobile phone and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Isn't this uncle the driver for 'that person'?"

"What do you mean 'that person'? Isn't it that bastard Tojo Aoi?"

Izumi Sagiri puffed up her face, completely forgetting what Senjumura Sei had just told her: "What do you mean by 'no reason, I just want to break up'? How dare you hurt my elder sister——"

"It's been a few months. Let's not talk about her anymore. Be good and eat."

Mori Yuesa smiled calmly, with teardrops at the corners of her eyes, and she seemed to want to end the topic.

"It doesn't matter, that's how the big chaebols are! Sister Yuesha still has me!"

Patting her neatly-tied clothes, Izumi Sagiri said, "Sure enough, he must have done something bad, otherwise how could he suddenly die in a luxury car."

"Sagiri! Don't say such things to the dead."

Senjumura Masaru frowned to stop her, but happened to see Izumi Sagiri's slapping action.

She subconsciously, she swore, she subconsciously - she subconsciously glanced at the CD of Mori Yuesha beside her... Was it C or D...

Could it be the letters further down? !

Ah baka baka! Is now the time to think about these things?

"Hmph!" Sagiri Izumi glanced at the photo of Tatsuya Tamura on the screen with disdain.

Mori Yuesa opened her cell phone and saw the news pop up.

She knew Tatsuya Tamura.

Ever since she started meeting Tojo Aoi 'privately', the driver had been responsible for keeping their secret and picking up Aoi - at least, in a large chaebol family like the Tojo family, someone had to keep the affairs of the two girls a secret.

Of course, because it is a large chaebol, no one can keep absolute secrets.

But Mori Yuesha didn't care at that time.

Is it a revenge killing? The Tojo family's driver died... a protest?

Or is it targeting Aoi?

Is she okay?

"...There was no trace of a second person at the scene."

"…Death from mechanical asphyxiation."

"…There are no signs of impact on the exterior of the Rolls-Royce."

"…Investigation has already begun"

"Want to make a phone call and ask?"

Seeing Mori Yuesa's worry, Senjumura asked.

"What? That short-haired pretentious girl will be fine."

After eating and drinking, Izumi Sagiri lay on her back on the carpet, her light pink socks not properly put on, and she swayed as she greeted the two people, "Onee-sama?"

Mori Yuesha hesitated for a while with her hand on the phone, then shook her head, stood up, opened the door and walked out: "No more calling. We've broken up, haven't we? You guys eat first, I'll go clean up the kitchen."

The door closed and the two remaining people looked at each other.

"Sagiri!" Senjumura Masaru puffed up his cheeks, "I told you, don't mention Tojo Aoi!"

"If you don't even talk about it with us, won't it really prove that this matter will forever become an unhealed wound in your sister's heart?"

Izumi Sagiri looked at Senjumura Sei seriously: "I don't know what Tojo Aoi has to say that she can't explain. Anyway, I can't forgive her - but, sister doesn't need sympathy."

“She’s a talented cartoonist!”

"The beautiful and mysterious Tsukishima-sama!"

"Bigger than my head—"

Qian Shoucunzheng glared and shouted, "Put your hands down!"

"Oh..." Izumi Sagiri murmured and retracted her two palms that were facing herself and were drawing circles back and forth.

Chapter6 Inter-dimensional! Swamp Bottom Station!

Mori Yuesa sat on the sofa on the first floor, and the TV was playing messy images.

In silence, only a flash of light shone on Mori Yuesha's expressionless face.

Aoi Tojo...

Mori Yuesha crossed her legs and forced the figure out of her mind.

It's in the past.

When it's over, it's over. Right?

The girl pursed her light pink lips and her arm accidentally touched something hard.

Reach out - and pull out a comic book from the sofa cushions.

"Dragon Ball".

Laughing dumbly.

A few months ago, Mori Yuesha returned to this world and painted that world truthfully - according to what her master had told her, and then showed it to the people of this world through her own hands.

Mori Yuesha is not short of money.

Just because she is also an orphan and has received help and shelter from an orphanage, Mori Yuesa decided to donate most of the proceeds from this comic to some orphanages she is familiar with.

——At least it’s an orphanage that will use the donations for the children.

A small portion is left for daily expenses of the orphanage.

Buy some clothes and daily necessities for Alia, buy school bags for my own children and pay tuition fees.

You can also feed them and let them eat all kinds of delicious food.

When I think of those children, I feel a sense of pride that "my kids, mom loves you."

——This also diluted Mori Yuesa's longing and sadness for Tojo Aoi.

Mori Yuesha glanced at the dark purple curtain, where the words "Ready" were flashing.

Is it time to... try the new world again?