Fujii tree doesn't know the true face of Asami Mao, he just simply looks down on those superficial girls, and he desperately pursues it when he has a good-looking skin, and if he gets old in the future, will he pursue the next skin?

Reliving a lifetime, he became sober in the world, just like the great teacher in the spring thing, the so-called throbbing of adolescence is just the hormones that play tricks during physical development.

Riding out of the school gate, on the side of the road, a tall long-haired girl bowed her head forward, as if it was his classmate Nagatani in the back seat, the altitude of 1.72 meters made her always bow her head and hunch her waist, covering most of her face with bangs, and she had no personality and presence at all.

"Hase-san, see you next Monday."

casually said hello, not caring about her reaction, Fujii Shu's bicycle passed by the girl who bowed her head.

"Fujii... Classmates, Zhou... Monday... See. ”

Azusa Hasei paused for a few seconds, and when she reacted, Fujii Tree in the front seat had already ridden away, and she couldn't hear her response.

When I got home, I began to practice the accuracy of kicking the ball, and the football collided back and forth with the wall and the legs, and the white circles on the wall with a diameter of 15 centimeters were already occasionally in the center of the circle at a distance of ten meters.

"Tree, Mr. Yichuan called in the morning and asked if you were free to meet tomorrow? Tell us about your submission. ”

After training until seven o'clock, Tianhai Takuma came out to inform him about his career of copying the public and handed him a towel with him.

"Okay, let her set a time and place."

He took the towel from Takuma Ama, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, and put the football back in his net pocket.

"She said that if she could, she would go to a nearby café and meet at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Uncle Tianhai, your hypnosis academy special, have you finished painting?"

"I came out of work last night, do you want to see it? You're the first reader again. ”

Tianhai Takuma with black eye circles,It's been in the liver progress during this time.,A single book of about 100P (sheets),Until it's taken off the shelves.,There will be about two or three million yen of author royalties.,This is already a first-line level among the painters.。

"No need, let's bring it over tomorrow, I still have a dozen chapters in reserve."

Refuse this dishonorable honor, Fujii Shu's purpose in copying this Chainsaw Man is not to become famous, but to earn enough living expenses at one time, although Uncle Tianhai loves painting, but his talent is limited, and he can now have the income brought by two or three single books a year, which has reached the upper limit of his ability.

Hachioji High School's annual tuition fees and his own living expenses, including customized school uniforms in winter and summer, average about two million yen, which is still based on the fact that Fujii has a good intelligence, a deviation of more than 70 years and no need to go to cram school.

The construction of a house is the inheritance of the parents of Takuma Amami and Fujii's deceased mother Amami Yuki, and the annual housing tax is also a lot of expenses, and Fujii doesn't want to throw all the pressure of life to Uncle Amami, who has mild social phobia.

It's not easy to live a leisurely life.

Fujii Shu sighed, from the soul of Huaguo to the island country, it is just a change of map, and it is still a social environment within a volume in essence.

A café in Kitano-cho, Hachioji City, on a Saturday afternoon.

Yichuan Shizuru put down the thick sketch in his hand, and the young man opposite looked sideways at the floor-to-ceiling window, the sparrows with many mouths on the telephone pole, the slender neck, and the white and warm facial contours, which made people have to admire a few more glances.

"How? Mr. Ikawa. ”

The middle-parted long-haired man next to the young man, Takuma Amami, interrupted her thoughts inappropriately, and Ikawa Shizuru retracted his gaze and talked about it.

"The drawings of the fifteen chapters,The content is very good.,Especially the plot that gradually reverses later.,The painting and storyboard are the top level in the industry.,I can contact the Elementary School Museum to serialize it every half a month.,I just don't know.,Fujii-kun goes to school.,Do you have time to create.,After all, studies are the most important.。

"There's no problem, my painting speed is quite fast, and if it is serialized in a semi-monthly magazine, it can be done without affecting my learning."

Fujii Tree's LV3 drawing skills are indeed much slower if they are used to draw traditional Western oil paintings, but if you copy a comic like Chainsaw Man from memory, you can easily complete the serial work of the semi-monthly magazine by taking an hour or two every night, and you can even draw an extra chapter for manuscript.

While they were talking, at the table not far away, Fujii Tree's acting head teacher, Miyagi Wakika, and an older man in a black suit were dating.

"The quality of this café is not as good as the store near my apartment in Shinagawa Ward, so next time I'll have a treat with you, right?"

A man in a black suit who is nearly thirty years old, looks ordinary, but intentionally or unintentionally always shows the Patek Philippe on his wrist, and the GTR car keychain on the table also shows that he is worth a lot of money, he is Miyagi Wakika's boyfriend Yuki Karang, the boyfriend Yuki Karang, who has been with him for more than three months, the second son in the family, and his father opened a trading club.

What are they talking about? It doesn't look like family.

Miyagi Wakika didn't listen to Imai's words at all, and observed the conversation at Fujii's table until Yuuki coughed lightly and came back to his senses.

"Sorry, rude."

She lowered her head and replied softly.

"It's okay, it's hard to be a class teacher every day to teach students, right? I can understand. ”

Yuki generously forgave Miyagi Wakika's faux pas, looking at the slightly panicked face of the beautiful female teacher, which made him more excited than the woman in the nightclub, he originally planned to get out of it after playing, and he didn't get along for so long, which made him feel that this conservative and traditional beauty was more suitable as a marriage object.

"Your Hachioji High School football team, when I joined the Horitaka junior high school team when I was in school in Tokyo, I also played a few games with them, and that was more than ten years ago, and the local tournament of high school football is about to start, how about going to see your school team's games?"

Seeing that Wakika Miyagi wasn't interested in coffee, Yuuki shifted the subject and focused on the high school she was connected to.

"Okay, it should be the 29th of this month, there are still more than ten days to go, and one of the students in our class is the main force of the school team."

Waika Miyagi continued to talk about his topic, and Fujii Shu and Takuma Amami, who were not far away, got up, greeted each other with the cold and glamorous Ikawa Shizuru, and left her favorite café.

"Yes, the football team of Hachioji High School seems to have never qualified for a local competition and participated in the national round of 48."

In Yuuki's memory, Hachioji High School has always been a mid-level football team in Tokyo, and a strong team like his alma mater, Hori Koka High School, is not at the same level at all.

"The current head coach of the school team is Masaki Fukai, a retired player from the Kashima Antlers in the J-League, who has been coaching for three years, and I heard that it is different than before."

Miyagi Wakika opened her mouth to defend her school, and Yuki smiled and didn't refute it, but deep down, her impression of Hachioji High School was still the defeated subordinate back then.