Tokyo host

Chapter 439 Make up your mind
The opportunity was in front of him. After thinking about it for a while, Shoko Kojima looked at Makoto Futaba beside him, and said in a low voice, "Senior, what do you think?"

Matsushita Haruhei also looked at the boy sitting next to Kojima Shoko with a curious look at this moment. Obviously, Kojima Shoko would bring Makoto Futaba over, so he must be very concerned about this man. He smiled, and then put The topic led to Makoto Futaba, as if he wanted to find a breakthrough,
"What do you think? Mr. Futaba."

With the popularity of the movie, Futaba Makoto's face actually belongs to the type of a small celebrity. Obviously, Matsushita Chunhei also recognized Futaba Makoto.

"I think it's better to respect Xiangzi's opinion." Makoto Futaba also replied with a smile at the moment. He has no right to change other people's lives, and after Xiangzi got rid of the debt, the income from the book alone is enough to maintain a lifetime. A rich life.

Entering the world of shoujo manga is actually an unknown territory for Shoko Kojima. Even Shoko Kojima’s drawing book is still not a star and a half away from shoujo manga. At least a shoujo manga artist is a job, and The book artist is a more casual part-time job.

"I, I want to try." Shoko Kojima said immediately.

Seeing Kojima Shoko agreeing so readily, Futaba Makoto and Matsushita Haruhei both focused their attention on this petite girl.

"If you really want to be called a shoujo manga artist, then your book will have to be temporarily put down." Futaba Makoto couldn't help but said at the moment, "Xiangzi, we are not in a hurry, we can go home and think about it."

"It's ok, think carefully and give me an answer." Matsushita Chunhei also knew that this kind of thing should not be rushed, so he waved his hand and said with a smile.

Shoko Kojima shook his head, "Senior, I've thought it through."

She lowered her eyes, "Knowing how to draw a notebook, in fact, it is inseparable from my father's violence... I can't help but write down my dissatisfaction and unhappy experiences in the notebook..."

"but!"

The girl showed a lovely smile towards Futaba Makoto, "I have come out, with the help of seniors, I think...if it is possible."

"I want to share the things between me and my senior, all the things that I am happy..."

"All of them."

"It's all drawn into comics so that more people can see it."

Shoko Kojima's clear eyes bent into lovely crescents, revealing her white teeth towards Makoto Futaba.

Understanding her intentions, Makoto Futaba also slowly let go of his heart at this moment. In fact, what he has been worried about all along is whether Shoko Kojima will be frustrated—but the girl in front of him bravely took the first step at this moment , and let him see the other party's determination.

"Okay, since that's the case, I will support you." Makoto Futaba smiled softly, reaching out and gently stroking the girl's head.

Like a small animal, Kojima Shoko rubbed Futaba Makoto's warm palm and said coquettishly, "Senior..."

"Cough cough." A sudden cough sounded, and Matsushita Chunhei coughed a little contemptuously. After all, the two shining atmospheres in front of him slightly blinded the heart of a 35-year-old single man.

"Sorry." Futaba Makoto came back to his senses, and at this moment Shoko Kojima was also blushing.

After the matter was finalized and Matsushita Haruhei's contact information was added, Shoko Kojima would go home and start drawing the first draft.

And Futaba Cheng also thought about it, and planned to clean up all the scars on her back when she went home. After all, she had been pretending for several days, and it was about time.

After returning to Little Raccoon Village.

Makoto Futaba told Kaoru Suzuki everything that happened in the morning. Although he didn't talk about the book, he still talked about Shoko Kojima's thoughts.

"You're still young, it's not a bad thing to try more." Kaoru Suzuki said softly, his amber eyes resting on Futaba Makoto, with a faint smile,
"Someone wants to draw shoujo manga for you, and someone wants to be your idol... As the person involved, what do you think?"

Hearing Kaoru Suzuki's pointed words, Futaba Makoto coughed dryly and could only say, "Maybe... I am more attractive?"

"Perhaps." Kaoru Suzuki didn't continue talking. Makoto Futaba thought it was Kaoru Suzuki who was jealous at first, but when he saw the other party's calm appearance, he didn't think that was the meaning.

However, Kaoru Suzuki said something that made Makoto Futaba puzzled,

"With so many people accompanying you, I can rest assured."

At night, Makoto Futaba came to the door of Shoko Kojima's room, knocked on the door, and Shoko Kojima, who was wearing round glasses, opened the door and said with a smile, "Senior~"

Kojima Shoko wearing glasses didn't know why her face looked smaller. Makoto Futaba slightly bent down to look at her glasses, but noticed that the girl's face became more rosy,
"What, what's the matter?"

"Your glasses are flat?" Makoto Futaba wondered, what's the point of wearing glasses?
"You said this, it's for helping me draw." Shoko Kojima tapped the side of the glasses lightly with his fingers—under Makoto Futaba's surprised gaze, the glasses turned out various translucent blue colors Text, and some auxiliary lines and things like that.

"Is the technology so advanced now?" Makoto Futaba couldn't help but take a second look.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just to help me draw." After Kojima Shoko finished speaking, he took Futaba Makoto's arm and pulled him in.

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and Kojima Shoko changed into a pink silk nightgown. Perhaps it was because she had just taken a shower, and she didn't wear underwear, so she put it on brazenly.

Makoto Futaba is no stranger to small actions like Shoko Kojima's, but fortunately, he has high resistance.

After taking out the potion, Makoto Futaba said, "I should be able to remove all your scars today."

Shoko Kojima froze for a moment, then said hello.

Obviously, she also looked forward to it, and walked quickly to the bed, then lifted up her nightgown and gave Futaba Cheng medicine.

After all, it is a skirt. After taking a look, Futaba Makoto couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "You... don't wear underwear?"

Shoko Kojima heard the words, turned his head, and showed a little devil-like expression, "What's the matter, senior, you can't hold it like this? It's just the back. If you want to attack, I can't do it~"

"Slap." Makoto Futaba slapped the opponent's ass unceremoniously.

"pain!"

"Lie down." Shuangye Cheng held the medicine, and looked expressionless like a saint at the moment.

(End of this chapter)