Araki Bai glanced at him, but didn't stretch out his hand, only to see him say expressionlessly: "Hello, Minister Mitsui, it's nice to meet you." ”

He looked a little impatient at Kasuga Yukino and said, "President, my sister and I are almost hungry, can we go to dinner now?" ”

Kasuga Yukino looked at him a little amusedly, and said to Mitsui: "Then let's take our leave first, Minister Mitsui, I hope you and your members have a happy dinner." ”

Mitsui Hunter withdrew his hand a little annoyed and said, "Okay, goodbye, President Kasuga." ”

"It turns out that all the president needs is a shield." On the way to the restaurant, Araki Bai said with a little dissatisfaction.

Kasuga Yukino smiled slightly and said, "I sincerely want to thank you Araki-kun, as for the shield or something, it's Araki-kun who thinks too much." ”

After dinner, Kasuga Yukino also sent the Araki brothers and sisters home, and then drove towards the suburbs in the car at night.

"This Araki-kun is not simple." Kasuga Yukino said suddenly.

"Miss, do you see what's going on?" The old man in the car asked.

"Grandpa Dove, do you think everything that happened today was accidental?" Spring snow no road.

"What does Miss think?" The old man asked.

"The direction Araki-kun is driving, and that road has only one destination, which is my home. He was clearly looking for me. Kasuga Yukino said lightly.

"You think the boy planned all this?" The old man asked a little suspiciously.

"I don't deny the possibility, but the chances of Araki planning it all are too low. I think he knew in advance what was going to happen to me, so he rushed over to stop it. "Kasuga Yukino Road.

The old man was surprised: "How is this possible? Could it be that he has some kind of foreknowledge like Miss? ”

Kasuga Yukino said: "The Kasuga family is not the only family with a special bloodline inheritance. Since I have the ability to foresee, others may also have some special ability. It's just that the shrine maiden bloodline of our family can only predict the fate of others, but they can't see through their own fate. Like today's danger, I didn't even notice it. If Araki-kun really has some kind of foreknowledge ability, his bloodline may be able to make up for the weaknesses in our family's bloodline......"

The old man said, "Miss, do you want to ......?"

Kasuga Yukino smiled slightly and said, "Grandpa Hato, don't guess, before there is conclusive evidence, I will definitely maintain a normal classmate relationship with Araki-kun." ”

*

"Nijo!"

"Whiteboard!"

"Bump!"

Ichiro Hirata was smoking a cigarette with one hand and his foot was clasped.

He pushed the two whiteboards in the deck, and then stacked a whiteboard that Miyagawa had just played on top of the two boards.

Just as he was thinking about which card to play, suddenly the doorbell rang.

Ichiro Hirata put his cards together and said to a few fox friends: "I'll go see which turtle grandson it is, and you are not allowed to peek at my cards." ”

"Don't worry, we definitely don't look at it, whoever looks at who has a son doesn't **!" Miyagawa said.

Hirata left the table with relief, and who knew that as soon as he left, Miyagawa turned over his cards.

"Miyagawa, you're so unauthentic, you didn't give birth to a son, but you said it yourself." Yasuhara, who was sitting across from Miyagawa, said with a smile.

"I'm talking about who looks at who has a son and doesn't **, will you have a child, stupid!" Miyagawa scolded.

"You're so talented!"

Utsunomiya, who was originally sitting across from Hirata, also stood up and craned his neck to look at Hirata's cards.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps, and it turned out that Hirata had returned with two guests.

"Hey! What do you guys do! Hirata shouted.

The three of them hurriedly sat back in their places and said with a blank face: "What? Didn't do anything! ”

"Three turtle grandsons who gave birth to sons without **, were you peeking at my cards just now?" Hirata was trying to pull the three of them to ask clearly.

"Hirata-kun." Hojo Shang, who had a serious face, suddenly interrupted him and said, "We came over today to talk to you about something important, can you let your friend go back first?" ”

Hirata Ichiro said: "Count your turtle sons lucky, they are all rolling, Lao Tzu has no time to worry about you today." ”

A few friends were not angry and left with a smile.

Hirata Ichiro is a notoriously stupid person with a lot of money, and he can always win a lot of money by playing cards with him, so these fox friends will always stay by his side, and they will naturally not be angry with their rich owners.

Hearing the three of them close the door and leave, Hirata turned to Hojo Nashin and Narita Shinji and asked, "What to drink?" Coffee or green tea? I only have canned ones here. ”

"No need." Hojo Nao glanced at Hirata's messy living room and said, "We won't be here for long." ”

"Okay, you can sit as you please."

Hirata shrugged his shoulders and took a can of beer from the fridge himself. Then he sat down on the sofa opposite Hojo Sho and crossed Jiro's legs.

"Chief Editor Hojo, what is it that makes a busy person like you come to find an idler like me?"

"Hirata, I want you to come back to JUMK." Hojo said straight to the point.

"You want me to go back?" Hirata smiled and said, "You said it yourself, if you don't want to paint, get out, I'm already rolling, and now you want me to go back?" ”

Hojo stared at him expressionlessly. The guy in front of him is not a proper person, his hair is long and tied in a ponytail, and his beard is completely like a prodigal, and he doesn't look like the super popular cartoonist he used to be at all.

"What do you want?" Hojo asked.

Hirata said, "I want ...... I don't want anything. I'm living a good life now, I have a large group of people to eat, drink and have fun with me every day, I can do whatever I want, why should I go back and suffer from your anger? ”

Hojo Shang said coldly: "These people are accompanying you, completely fancy your money, don't you understand it yourself at all?" ”

Hirata took a sip of wine, lay down on the couch in a more comfortable position, and said, "I know they fancy my money, but I don't care. Money, I have. ”

Hojo Naomichi: "Even if you have money now, but ten years, twenty years from now, will you still be as rich as you are today when you have nothing to do?" ”

Hirata was stunned for a moment and said: "The royalties of "Psychic Boy" every year are a lot of money, which is completely enough for me to live, is it possible that G Society will no longer pay royalties in ten years and twenty years?" ”

Hojo Nao was laughed at by this guy and said, "Since the inception of JUMK, there has not been a finished work that has been able to maintain popularity for more than ten or twenty years, and the super popular manga "Fire Evil" in the 70s, can you still see its shadow now?" ”

Ichiro Hirata fell into deep thought.

Hojo Naomichi: "Besides, your work is far from being a super popular work. Although it does have the potential to be a super popular work, you broke it early. ”

"In a few years, I'm afraid not many people will buy your single book anymore. After the animation is broadcast, the royalty of the animation will also be greatly reduced...... You've probably figured out that you're getting nowhere near as much money this year as you did last year. This is the trend of the future, and this trend shows that you will never be able to live your life for more than 10 years with a single work. ”

Hojo Shang stared at Hirata's eyes and said, "Ten years later, what kind of life will you live when you are nearly forty years old and have abandoned your painting skills?" ”