“ただいま——”

"お帰り——"

Walking through the entrance living room, Awahara, who was carrying a supermarket shopping bag in both hands, ignored his uncle Yosuke, who was lying on the sofa in a paralyzed posture and staring at the beautiful girl on the TV, and went straight to the kitchen.

The kitchen is spotlessly clean, and there are no dishes to be washed in the sink, but they are arranged in rows that are very easy to access and sparkle like new.

However, what he wanted to know at this time was not whether the kitchen was cleaned well, but whether the ingredients for today's dinner were ready. Before leaving in the morning, he told his uncle Yosuke that he had to cook his own dinner and that he needed to go to the supermarket to buy ingredients. Judging by the rhythm of the refrigerator being empty, telling in the morning is a waste of saliva.

"Now, it's still the same, you cook, I'll finish it."

Hearing the voice from the living room, Awabara sighed.

Sure enough, he was an unreliable uncle, and what he said was like a fart.

"I bought a ready-made one and didn't have to wait too long." He walked out of the kitchen and went to his room to change into civilian clothes, but as soon as he came out, he saw Yosuke, who was paralyzed by Ge You, standing up and roaring angrily, "You want me to eat what I bought?" ”

"Can't you?" Awahara glanced at it, holding an apron in his hand, and walked into the kitchen as he tied it on.

"I've waited so long, and you're going to make me eat something that cut corners!"

"You brought it on yourself."

The implication is that if you can buy groceries as agreed, I don't have to buy such ready-made products.

Yosuke's mouth opened in an O-shape, and then he ran to the kitchen door and loudly defended, "I'm here to find time to draw manga." ”

"Is this the only excuse you have to tell yourself not to work hard? It's been three years since your last comic, "The ****'s Doctor", ended. Su Yuan is not used to it, and opened his mouth unceremoniously, bluntly saying that someone paddling every day is about to consume the fame accumulated in the previous comic. If there is no income in the future, he will have to rely on the compensation from his parents who died in a car accident a few years ago.

By the way, before Uncle Yosuke became famous for drawing comics, the two of them relied on this compensation to survive. There is not much left today. If there is no income income, he will have to find a way to take a shortcut in life.

"However, I've already conceived a new manga, wouldn't it be a shame if I didn't have an idea because I couldn't eat the food you made with my own hands?"

"Oh? And that kind of thing. ”

Awabara blinked. The original cookery is very good, especially Chinese cuisine.

"Yes."

"What type?"

"Hot blood food." Yosuke said that the food in the market is too simple now, teaching you how to cook from start to finish, and he wants to break the tradition and add some attractive characters and some sexy scenes to create a new future.

"And then?"

Yosuke teased his mid-haired style and said, "Because I can't eat the food made by Awabara himself, I'm not inspired." ”

The original body's cooking skills are really good, especially Chinese food.

But that shouldn't be a reason for me to take the blame!

Awabara rolled his eyes.

"I happened to have several comics in mind, one of which is related to food, would you like to talk to me? I hope it will inspire you. "It is the obligation of every traverser, and he naturally can't be left behind.

"Huh, are you?" Yosuke's eyes were suspicious. It was a layman's gaze.

Soon, he was introduced to the world of food in Awabara's mouth.

Transfer exams? Culinary Academy? Ten masters? The tongue of the gods? Burst clothes? Delicious food from all over the world? A halberd duel that blocks everything in order to cook? Like a magic drawer, there are tons of creative dishes...

Subarasi!

He has no doubt that once this work, which is more complete than his own conception, is launched, it will definitely cause a sensation in the market and become a hit.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, and there were no works of the same type on the market, he couldn't help but doubt the truth of the matter.

But this also gave him an indescribable inferiority complex. He believes that in terms of the ability to live, learn, and fight, he is not as good as Awahara. But he can't compare to the field he is good at, so how can he put an elder in front of the other party?

Uh, although this elder has always been the target of reprimands, he is an adult after all, right?

At the thought of this, he sullen.

However, this unhappiness was soon left behind by him, and his unique status as an uncle gave him the right to create comics. Coupled with the ninja and pirate stories in Awawara's mouth, he was very excited, and with the idea of dying if he couldn't motivate him, he decided to fight all night to make the manga industry once again resound his name as "Mr. Plus's finger".

As a result, Awahara added two more fried eggs to his breakfast the next day, and gave up the idea of taking a shortcut in life, and then rode to school, and exclaimed that it was so late for neon school!

It was past 8 o'clock when he arrived at school, and the first class hadn't started yet.

This has to be according to domestic standards, why is it late early, and I can't get half of the class ready to run and exercise, but here you can walk slowly to school, and you can even fall in love halfway, do you say it's magical?

"Now, is he the one who played against Tezuka, the president of the Youth Tennis Club?"

"That's right, it's the head of the kendo club."

"Huh? Why does he have to compete with Tezuka in the tennis club in the kendo club? ”

"I don't know, but it's probably for women."

"No way. Awabara-san has never been in love since he was a child, and there were many female classmates who wanted to confess to him when he was in middle school, guess what he said? Women only affect how quickly I draw my sword! ”

"What a cold man!"

"I smell gossip."

“......”

As soon as he walked into the campus, the sound of such discussions began to fill Awaara's ears.

Seriously, he's speechless.

Why do you have to pay attention to his gossip? Isn't it good to have this time to spend studying?

He quickened his pace to the classroom.

When I walked to the door, I just swept my gaze to find my seat.

In his sight, the students who were chatting stopped talking, quieted down, and looked at each other.

"Do I look like a monkey?"

blurted out the words in his heart, and Awahara found that this feeling of being in the spotlight disappeared in an instant.

Then, he walked to the last row of seats by the window in the classroom.

Well, it's called the protagonist here.

It seems that I am really the main character.

Awabara sighed.

"Awaara, it looks like you're in a bad mood."

My emotions are written on my face, can I not see it?

Awabara turned his head and looked up and down at the girl who was sitting next to her, the childhood sweetheart mentioned in the previous chapter.

Although I have fused the memories of the original body, when it comes to actual contact, I still can't help but want to complain in my heart - why is the school I attended Didan High School? Didn't you know that there was a very famous guy at Didan High School called the drum washing machine? And what happened to this childhood friend who looks like Maolilan with a five-point face but is called Fujii? Do you want me to replace that drum washing machine and play the role of 'savior of the neon police'? Don't be kidding, okay, isn't it enough to be a net king, but also to mess in some strange characters?

"Poke the eye!"

When he complained about this, the girl on the other side also screamed strangely, and poked his hands into Suhara's eyes.

Awahara dodged with a flick of his head.

"Don't hide, I'm going to gouge out your evil eyes today!"

"Am I evil? Or do you want to be crooked? I just couldn't help but take a second look at the beauty of the world. Also, "Awabara sniffed, although Fujii has a face that resembles Mori Ran, his figure is much better than that of the Mori classmate, especially the curves of his chest and waist, and the taste of a woman is simply full. He glanced at it, his eyes almost hooked, "Don't act so violent, otherwise it will make those people of the opposite sex who already have thoughts about you take the initiative to retreat." ”

"Hmph, I don't seem to know the dirty hearts hidden under the purpose of those who have astringent thoughts to talk to me."

"Hey, hey, can you stop staring at me when you're talking? I'm not the kind of person you call me, I'm just admiring the most beautiful things in the world, you know? ”

"The most beautiful?"

"The most beautiful!"

"Hmph, Flim Flam."

Seeing the corners of the other party's lips raised, and arrogantly sent a look of 'count of 'you kid acquaintance, I will forgive you this time', Su Yuan sighed in his heart.

- Fujii has maintained the long historical tradition that the female classmate next door must be herself, and the record dates back to elementary school.

- Fujii and the original body know each other's habits, including the posture of squatting on the toilet, the way of using toilet paper, and so on.

- Fujii has never been optimistic about other women taking the initiative to contact the original body, except for herself.

- After Fujii learned that the original body was dating online, he made it clear many times that the other party was a green tea, but the original body didn't listen, and the relationship deteriorated for a while, and it took a lot of effort to get back together.

- Fujii....

Ahem, no more Fujii.

Facts have proven that childhood sweethearts are indeed not as good as falling from the sky.

But he wondered, is the original body a brain? How did the childhood sweetheart series become a series of heavenly falls? The first choice for Mao's love is not Fujii? Is it because rabbits don't eat the grass around the nest?

But if you look at people Fujii, their appearance can be beaten, their body can be beaten, and people can be beaten even more... Ahem, if you don't consider the crisis of life and death, it is indeed a beautiful thing to fall in love with her.

In short, this is not the point, the point is that he is a childhood sweetheart.

The so-called heavenly fall, Sena!