Tokyo, everyone is drawing comics, who still wants to fall in love?

If a professional cartoonist catches a cold, it will affect the progress of the comic series.

When ordinary people catch a cold, their performance will drop significantly during exercise. Cartoonists are the kind of people who are known for using their bodies to draw.

"A-choo--" Oda Shingo shuddered all over.

The pen in his hand even shook a little, and some lines that were bound to be scrapped were drawn on the storyboard.

Normally, when he sneezed, his body would not tremble like this, but he found that his muscles were aching all over, and he couldn't even keep his body steady when he sneezed.

"Teacher Oda, are you okay?" Fujido Kasanagi looked at him with concern.

Oda Shingo quickly made an excuse: "It's okay, I guess I'm allergic to perfume or something."

"Both Namikaze Yukaku and I don't wear perfume, are you afraid you have a cold?" Fujido Kasanagi denied.

"Don't move, let me touch it." Namikaze Yukaku walked straight towards Oda Shingo.

"?" Oda Shingo looked at Namikaze Yukaku's serious face and didn't react for a while.

If she came over with a sickly face, Oda Shingo would still know how to react, that is, to be a non-partisan. But Namikaze Yukaku would not be in that state, and did not give Oda Shingo that opportunity.

She had been paying attention to Oda Shingo's sneezing for a long time, and at this time, regardless of his explanation, she stood up and put her hand on Oda Shingo's forehead.

Oda Shingo only felt a cool and smooth little hand on his forehead.

It was very comfortable, and he almost wanted to close his eyes.

Of course, it was because the body felt very tired, not like a cat being rubbed.

"Oda-kun, you have a fever." Namikaze Yukaku quickly concluded and slowly moved his hand away.

Fujido Kaoki blinked, and also stood up and rushed over quickly: "Is his head very hot? It seems to be okay, it feels warm, like a hand warmer in winter."

She pressed both sides of Oda Shingo's temples with both hands and kept pulling them back and forth.

As the only daughter who grew up with her old father, she naturally didn't know how to take care of the patient.

"Stop messing with my head, or you might pull it out by mistake!" Oda Shingo quickly pulled away Fujido Kaoru's hand, and continued to hold the pen and wanted to continue drawing: "Ah, then I'll drink more water."

Fujido Kaoru's hands seemed to be thicker than Namikaze Yukaku's, Oda Shingo muttered to himself.

"Drinking more water is just something some straight men say to persuade girls." Namikaze Yukaku didn't listen to Oda Shingo at all, and after looking at the amount of manuscripts in stock, he said, "Your finished storyboards can be used until the next issue, and I will continue to do the detailed processing, you go back to your room and rest."

She directly dragged Oda Shingo's chair upstairs.

"Hey, hey! Let me work!"

Fujido Kaoru followed behind and threatened: "Namikaze Yukaku is right, you just go upstairs and rest honestly. If you don't go up by yourself, do you want me to carry you up like a princess?"

"..." Oda Shingo thought about the scene.

With Fujido Kaoru's strength, it can be achieved. However, with her broad mind, I was afraid that I would be socially dead if I lay in her arms like a princess.

Well, but think about it, it seems pretty...

Fortunately, Oda Shingo is a professional maniac. He shook his head and took the initiative to go upstairs to go back to his room to rest.

"It's better to find a thermometer." Oda Shingo felt dizzy and even a little wilted.

When he turned around, the two girls were gone.

Just right, don't mess around me.

Oda Shingo locked the door, poured a large cup of boiling water, poured it into his stomach, and then fell headfirst on the bed.

In a daze, someone gently pushed him: "The thermometer you want?"

Oda Shingo tried to open his eyes and saw the concerned expression of Namikaze Yukaku beside the bed.

It turned out that the girl was gone just now because she went to prepare something.

She was holding a pear-shaped thermometer in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.

Seeing Oda Shingo wake up, Namikaze Yuzuru looked at the instruction manual in his hand, understood the diagram on it, and said to Oda Shingo: "Turn around and stick your butt up."

"???" Oda Shingo was stunned.

"The instruction manual says to use it this way."

"This, this is..." Oda Shingo looked at it carefully, then looked at the instruction manual, and said awkwardly: "This is a rectal thermometer."

"Yes." Namikaze Yuzuru nodded.

"...Can I change to another type?"

Namikaze Yuzuru's face was also a little red, and he put a cold towel on Oda Shingo's forehead, got up and left again.

Oda Shingo wanted to remind her to buy some cold medicine for him, but he was too tired to speak.

She would know, right? After all, women are more careful about cooling down, and they would understand.

Hmm? It seems that I locked the door just now?

Forget it, for ninjutsu enthusiasts, it seems that locking or not doesn't matter much.

He fell asleep again in a daze.

But Fujido Kacheng's voice soon came: "Hey, hey, don't sleep. Teacher Oda, you have a fever, I bought you a special cooling medicine."

A soft little hand slapped Oda Shingo's cheek, almost as hard as a slap.

Oda Shingo knew that it was the female boxing champion Fujido Kacheng who came to care about him, and she was definitely not a girl who could control her strength.

Whoever wants to be her boyfriend must be prepared to be a rabbit. Who knows one day the carrot will be missing a piece or pulled out...

"Ah, take medicine?" Oda Shingo was about to get up in a daze, but his half-open eyes soon widened.

I saw Todo Xiangcheng shaking a green onion as long as an arm: "Here, stick this in from the back, the fever will go down quickly!"

"Don't, don't be joking!"

"Hurry up! My mother said that when I first got married, my father had a high fever. This is how she helped him reduce the fever!" Todo Xiangcheng persuaded.

"Who can bear to have something like this poked in? No, you shouldn't poke something in!" Oda Shingo was so frightened that he wanted to cry.

Why do Japanese people like to operate from behind? There are the most rectal thermometers in pharmacies, and the more effective it is in reducing fever. The old tradition of growing green onions in the backyard is super famous...

It is said that during the epidemic on earth, the price of green onions in Japan increased dozens of times. It's not because of market supply problems, but because too many people are rushing to buy it to relieve fever!

In Oda Shingo's original memory, many antipyretics in Japanese clinics and hospitals contained more antipyretic suppositories for absorption.

Oda Shingo would rather die than obey, and Toudo Kōjo tried to force the attack.

"Hey! Don't mess around!"

"Why are you so shy? The nurses saw it when we were in the hospital, right? I suffered a little loss and just thought my eyes were contaminated!" Todo Xiangcheng said this, but he seemed a little excited.

Oda Shingo would rather die than obey.

But Todo Xiangcheng's strength was too great, and Oda Shingo was ill again.

The most damning thing is that the passive skill of Bajiquan is not activated at this time.

The moment Oda Shingo tried hard to call up the system, he noticed that the skill icon in the small window in his field of vision was actually banned...

Hey, system, are you trying to trick me? !

"How dare you do anything to Oda-kun when I'm not at home?" Namikaze Yukaku's voice suddenly sounded.

For Oda Shingo, this was like a savior arriving.