Tokyo host

Chapter 35 "About the fact that the book I read was drawn by the beautiful high school student next door, but the other party knew about it"

My name is Makoto Futaba, I am 17 years old, I live in the area of ​​No. 1883 Commercial Street, Xiaozhuo Kumacho, and I am unmarried.

Going to school in Guangming High School, I have to sleep until three or four o'clock in the afternoon every day before going home. I don't smoke or drink.

Go to bed at 3 am on time, sleep for more than 8 hours every day, rub the cat for a while before going to bed, then play games for more than 5 hours, go to bed immediately and fall asleep immediately. The reluctance to stay until the next day, Merlin said that I was normal.

Living a peaceful life like this and dreaming of living like this for a lifetime, I encountered the biggest social death scene in my life——

The girl in front of her was kneeling on the ground in a doll costume, holding a note expressionlessly.

[ω`) I won't tell anyone. ]
"Who would believe it?!" Shuangye Cheng hugged his arms, and then his face showed a terrifying smile, "Or keep the secret here forever."

Gong Baiyuyou's eyes were still calm, but the doll costume trembled slightly.

She picked up the note again.

[() Obviously you also know my secret, isn't this a draw? ]
"What kind of secret is yours? It's just a few comic books. I'm a limited book drawn by the most famous book artist, Yuzuki-sensei."

Hearing Teacher Yuyue, Gong Baiyuyou's doll costume trembled even more.

"Huh?" After Shuangye Cheng finished speaking, he felt that something was not right.

[Congratulations to Mr. Yuzuki for winning the annual sales championship of Torano's Cave, please, let's make H's career great again! ! ! ]
This is the content of the note in Gong Baiyuyou's express box that was opened before, but the manga was not carefully read, because Gong Baiyuyou had already rushed up at that time.

Mr. Feather Moon...

Feather Moon...

Makoto Futaba's brain seemed to be slammed by someone. After a while, he looked at Gong Baiyuyou in disbelief: "You, Mr. Yuyue?!!"

Gong Baiyuyou's eyes moved away.

"It doesn't seem to be." Seeing Gong Baiyu's guilty conscience looking away, Futaba Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.

As a result, Gong Baiyu Yu picked up a new note——

[ο(=·ω＜=)☆Yuyue-sensei is my Yuyou! ]
"..."

Futaba Makoto looked at the note.

Makoto Futaba held up the water glass beside him.

Futaba Makoto took a sip.

Shuangye Cheng lay on the bed and closed his eyes. Ten seconds later, Shuangye Cheng opened his eyes, looked sleepily at the sunlight outside the window, and showed a warm smile:

"Sure enough, I'm having a nightmare. The weather is good today."

But Gong Baiyuyou was still sitting there, and he didn't disappear, but his clear eyes kept looking at him.

"Ugh." Futaba Makoto felt like he was decades older.

"About the fact that the book I read was drawn by the beautiful high school student next door, but the other party found out"

A new best-selling light novel is born!
"That's weird!" Makoto Futaba wrapped himself in a quilt, and then placed an order for a doll outfit on Amazon with his mobile phone.

Society is dead, asshole!

Why don't you just hide yourself in the doll costume and meet people!
Half an hour later, Shuang Yecheng sat opposite Gong Baiyuyou, and there seemed to be a soul floating in his mouth, while Gong Baiyuyou tilted his head slightly, and his calm eyes showed a rare smile. meaning.

"Okay, it's a really cool secret." Shuangye Cheng stuffed the vomited soul back into his mouth, hugged his arms and said, "Equally, you have discovered my secret, and I have discovered your secret, Yu. Teacher Moon."

Gong Baiyuyou did not speak.

"Your identity is really troublesome. After all, Mr. Yuyue is a female high school student... If some people knew about it, they would definitely come to her door. No wonder you were so excited at the time." Shuangye Cheng coughed dryly, "Is that so? As if it never happened, I will help you keep it a secret, and in exchange, you can't tell anyone about it."

"Are you okay?" Makoto Futaba suggested.

Gong Baiyu shook his head.

"You have to die?!"

[. ω) It's okay to keep it a secret, but you have to do me a favor. ]
"Let's talk." Shuangye Cheng said, as long as you can keep a secret, you can say anything. After all, Nana has been looking for these things several times in the morning, and she must never tell that guy about it, otherwise it will not be as simple as a simple social death. .

[(.`ω) Assist me in drawing manga. ]
Shuangye Cheng: "..."

"Assist you to draw a book?!" Shuangye Cheng was stunned, and suddenly there was a picture in his mind. He was tied to the bed and drew all kinds of strange books, but it should not be, after all, Gong Baiyuyou's cartoons The main focus is pure love, which is famous because of his excellent painting skills, and there is no insulting content.

Gong Baiyu nodded.

"You don't need me to do anything weird, do you?" Makoto Futaba asked.

Gong Baiyu shook his head.

"make a deal."

Makoto Futaba clapped the hands of the doll.

At nine o'clock, the two left the room.

Makoto Futaba came to the first floor and found that breakfast was ready, no doubt it was made by Kaoru Suzuki.

He looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, and there was a familiar figure wearing a straw hat, cleaning the weeds against the morning sun. Her movements were a bit clumsy and even unskilled, but she took care of the yard very seriously.

Futaba Makoto thought for a while and walked out of the room.

"Good morning." Suzuki Kaori stood up after seeing Futaba Makoto approach.

Her originally fair skin was tanned with red marks, and it seemed that she had been busy in the sun for a while.

"Let me help too." Shuangye Cheng said.

"No need, you are the employer." After Suzuki Kaori finished speaking, he asked again, "I just heard you shouting about a teacher in the room, are you alright?"

"Cough cough cough..." Shuangye Cheng suddenly coughed violently and forced a smile, "No, it's fine."

Seeing Futaba Makoto start coughing, Suzuki Kaoru handed over a bottle of water: "Water."

"Thank you." Makoto Futaba twisted it open and took a big sip, trying to calm down his flustered heart. Fortunately, Kaoru Suzuki didn't know about it.

But then Shuangye Cheng noticed that the water bottle in his hand had been opened, and he was a little puzzled: "Who has drunk this water?"

Suzuki Kaoru squatted down and continued to pull the grass, and said indifferently, "Me."

Makoto Futaba almost didn't hold the water in his hand.

Seeing the other party's surprised appearance, Suzuki Kaoru showed no expression: "That's the best choice when you cough, don't worry about it."

"I don't really mind this..." Futaba Cheng put down the water bottle, "Thank you."

Saying that, Makoto Futaba took out an envelope from his pocket: "This is your salary."

Kaoru Suzuki took it subconsciously, as if feeling the weight inside: "The number is wrong, too much."

"There are 9 yen in it, which is your salary for three months." Futaba Cheng smiled.

"Prepay my salary for three months in advance, are you not afraid that I won't do it in the middle?"

"Not afraid."

"..."

Kaoru Suzuki was silent for a while, then accepted the envelope: "I understand."

(End of this chapter)