[Comprehensive] Yukimura, take medicine

A building located in a prime location in Tokyo.

With the highest level of security, except for the private space, 24-hour surveillance protects the owners of this building without any dead ends.

However, when the staff responsible for safety issues saw Qing Jian, who was out of breath, holding a boy's hand and running from outside at a fast speed, he didn't stop him, and even helped press the elevator.

As a bonus, Mr. Yijiyuan hasn't gone out for two days.

Kiyomi staggered a step forward the moment he let go of Yukimura's hand, sure enough the teacher's condition is not going to be very good...

Yukimura supported the girl with one hand, and pressed the 21st floor with the other, "The staff here already know us."

The girl clutched her chest and gasped, "...Who makes the teacher always cause people to worry. Every time I appear on the stage in an abnormal way, it's not easy not to be remembered, isn't it?"

"After all, Teacher Yijiyuan is already an adult, you are too worried. Don't drink water first when you enter the room."

"That's not true, the degree of teacher's slovenliness is definitely worse than what you have seen... But I'm dying of thirst!"

"No, you can only drink water after half an hour. After running so fast, you will feel uncomfortable if you drink water suddenly. Check the teacher's situation first."

The elevator dinged, and the door slowly opened. Qing Jian took a breath and stepped out of the elevator first.

Yukimura looked happy in the back, "If you judge whether a manga artist is successful based on your self-care ability, you are already a very qualified manga artist, right?"

Seeing the footsteps getting heavier, Qing gritted her teeth slightly, "There is surveillance here, I don't want to be taken away after beating you up, you'd better shut up."

After entering the password, Qing Jian pushed open the door and walked in quickly. The familiar bell was still ringing in the room, and when she walked through the living room to the study.

Rao, who had seen this kind of occasion countless times, was still a little surprised. How come the teacher is improving his painting skills, and at the same time, his skills in messing up the room are also constantly upgrading?

Manuscript papers all over the floor, the ringtone of the mobile phone came from under the manuscript paper, the special ringtone of Mr. Kirishima, the editor-in-chief of Marukawa Bookstore Shonen Manga, the kind of sound that is only used for reminders, and it is impossible to answer...

And the Yijiyuan teacher who was worried by Qingjian was paralyzed on the chair, looking half dead and lethargic, and his eyes were blue and black from lack of sleep, extremely weak.

Qing Jian hurriedly walked over, looked down at the manuscript paper scattered on the table, sorted it out and found that only two manuscripts were missing, and heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately it was not so irretrievable.

Then he clasped Yijuin's shoulders with both hands and shook vigorously, "Hey! What's the next story! Teacher, wake up, why don't you go to sleep after painting!?"

Yukimura bent down to pick up the phone, saw that the caller ID was [Never answer], couldn't help curling his lips into a smile, and finally understood why people said that students would be like teachers, Qing saw the occasional ostrich personality, and the teacher of Ijuin There are some similarities.

In his sleep, Yijiyuan only felt that there was an earthquake, and he opened his eyes suddenly to see a familiar face. The instant relaxation made him subconsciously close his eyes and fall asleep again, but Qing Jian grabbed his face.

"It hurts... Qing sees you being so violent again, be careful that Ah Shi doesn't want you anymore."

"Teacher, you are still daydreaming." Qing Jian grabbed the manuscript on the table and threw it on Yijiyuan, "Do you know what day it is today? Don't always make things difficult for Mr. Kirishima!"

Kirishima-san, who is alone with his daughter, is a healthy and cheerful man who can raise his daughter, and a man who can be the editor-in-chief of Marukawa Shoten.

Mr. Kirishima has always been regarded by Kiyomi as a very admirable elder.

Therefore, I have a lot of complaints about my teacher's bad behavior of always increasing the workload for others for no reason.

"I've been working without sleep for two days, without eating or drinking... I just fell asleep."

Qing Jian raised his hand, dropped his fingertips and pointed to the time marked on the lower left corner of the manuscript paper, "Your last time is eight o'clock in the morning, which means that it has been nine hours since you finished this drawing, and you have slept for nine hours. You are definitely not tired and fainted within an hour, but only hungry, right?"

Ijuin was planning to defend himself a little more, so as to reshape his tall image in the hearts of the students, but Yukimura interrupted, "The phone is still ringing...don't you plan to answer it?"

Yijiyuan visibly froze.

Qing Jian reached out to pick up the phone, took a deep breath and pressed the answer button, and then came up with a sincere apology, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the teacher passed out and just woke up, but the manuscript is almost finished and there are still two chapters left. I'm sure you'll get it when you come in an hour, I'm really sorry to trouble you again..."

When Tong Daochan on the other end of the phone heard that Qing Jian answered, he understood and confirmed his thoughts. Sure enough, Mr. Xiang was in trouble again, and he was afraid that the girl would be too worried, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, it's already gone." I have changed the time with the printing factory. The workload is really heavy these days, and the teacher may not be able to bear it. I will trouble you there. I will ask the deputy editor to pick it up tomorrow. You really don’t have to worry too much. Hard work. is you."

Kirishima's voice is very gentle, and the deep voice has a soothing effect, and a few simple words calm Kiyomi down.

Kiyoshi lowered her head, held the phone in both hands, and responded in a low voice, "Mr. Kirishima should also pay more attention to his body, I will take good care of the teacher, um... ok, goodbye."

Yijuin looked at Kiyomi who was gentle on the phone, then looked at Ah Shi standing beside him, "Zen's daughter is as old as your brother...you..." No matter how you look at it, Ah Shi is better...

Qing Jian looked at the teacher unkindly, "If you have such a big brain, hurry up and draw manga, don't think about those strange things, it is because there are not many reliable elders around me that it seems that Mr. Kirishima is very powerful! He Explain that the deputy editor will come to pick it up tomorrow, you can draw now, don’t feel lazy because you still have a lot of time, I will cook, I always eat irregularly and be careful of stomach problems recurring.”

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Yukimura followed the girl into the kitchen and saw that she was still angry.

While she was turning around, he stretched out his hand to poke the center of her frowning brow, "What are you frowning for?"

With a snap, Kiyomi knocked Yukimura's hand off, "I'm causing Mr. Kirishima trouble again... This feeling is too bad."

"Do you like Kirishima-san very much?"

"...I think he is an admirable elder, probably because I brought up Satai from a young age, so I can empathize with him. And the teacher is really unreliable."

"When you become a cartoonist in the future, I will supervise you well, at least not like Mr. Yijiyuan?"

Kiyomi was completely immersed in the memories of Mr. Kirishima, did not notice the ambiguous details in Yukimura's sentence, and responded naturally, "Of course not, I will definitely hand in the manuscript on time. By the way, what do you want to eat?" , let's finish eating here before leaving, I can let you order food today, please accompany me here."

"Curry rice is fine. You're tired today, too."

Qing Jian opened the refrigerator, saw that there was still fish, brought it out and put it on the counter, "I didn't go to the show, why would I be tired, let's eat grilled fish, grilled with charcoal, you like it best."

"Okay, I'll help you." Yukimura reached out and stroked the girl's soft hair.

Qing Jian lowered her head slightly to avoid it, and said coquettishly, "Don't rub my head all the time, I won't grow any taller."

"You're still growing. You're going to grow taller."

"It's really rare for you to say what I like to hear. Well, you will grow taller in the future. In fact, I don't think I will be taller... Mom, Dad, brother... It seems that they are not very tall... "

The 16-year-old Irie Kanata and the 13-year-old Yukimura Seiichi seem to be not much different in height...

"That's fine with you."

"It's true. After all, 150 centimeters depends on hard work, and the rest can only be determined by God. You go out and rest, I'll do it myself, go quickly."

"I'll make it faster for you." Yukimura took out the white radish from the plastic basket and asked, "Should I cut it into cubes or shred it?"

"Cut it into cubes, then I'll get the fish."

The two started to work on their own things. There were only sounds of walking and knives colliding with the chopping board in the kitchen. After a while, the fish was put into the oven. Yukimura washed his hands and leaned against the sink, and asked softly, " The last time I watched TV, I saw my aunt, and my aunt said that next year I will mainly be active in Japan."

Irie's mother was a well-known actor before she married Irie's father. Later, her acting career went smoothly. In recent years, her main activities were in Hollywood and other places. However, after the children have grown up gradually, and after they have their own life circle, they begin to regret that they did not accompany them much, and want to gradually shift the focus back to Japan and take all the children by their side.

Kiyomi was standing next to Yukimura, and was slightly stunned when he heard the question, "Yeah, my mother also said on the phone last time, maybe I will come back after the two current movies are finished shooting, it should be next year?"

"It should be in Tokyo." Yukimura thought for a while, and decided to ask this question that troubled him clearly.

"kindness."

"Will you go, go to school in Tokyo?"

"It should be. In fact, I also really want to be with my mother...the time we spend together these years is really too little, and I almost can't remember what she looks like."

"Can you..."

"En?" Qing Jian looked up at Yukimura, seeing the rare seriousness on the boy's face, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, even if you go to Tokyo, you will still have to go back to Kanagawa every week from now on."

"Huh? Hey! I almost forgot about Master, sure, it's just a pity that I can't go to and from school with Rina..."

Kiyomi was a student of Grandpa Sanada, and because of his bad stamina, endurance, concentration, etc., he was ordered to go to the Sanada residence every week to report with Sanada Genichiro... using chopsticks to pick beans from one plate to another.

Yukimura thought, thanks to Grandpa Sanada, otherwise Kiyomi would be so lazy, after going to Tokyo, he would definitely not go back to Kanagawa often.