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"No, Namikaze Yukaku, come and save me first!" Oda Shingo found that this girl was standing at the door without moving, and seemed to be dragging her feet.

Do you want to see a good show? Oda Shingo seriously doubted it.

"Namikaze Yukaku, come and help me hold down Teacher Oda!" Fujido Kacheng was still preparing to turn Oda Shingo over.

"Don't listen to her!"

Fortunately, Fujido Kacheng saw that there were others, so she stopped forcing her strength, and Oda Shingo did not suffer the tragedy of a rising star.

"So it was a green onion?" Mainly because the length of the green onion was long enough for people to see, Namikaze Yukaku did not bother with Fujido Kacheng.

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"Have you ever inserted green onions when you have a cold? Don't you think it's terrible?!" Oda Shingo rarely had the strength to shout.

"I have a cold but I have never had a fever." Namikaze Yukaku said seriously.

Fujido Kaoki tilted her head and thought for a while: "I have never caught a cold."

"Only fools don't catch a cold!" Oda Shingo condemned.

However, Namikaze Yukaku corrected her seriously: "What this sentence actually means is that fools don't realize that they have a cold."

"It seems so. My father has been taking care of me since I was very young." Fujido Kaoki touched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"What the hell are you laughing at!" Oda Shingo refused to obey, and then asked them to stop in a bad mood, and said angrily: "Can't you come up with some serious and scientific methods to reduce fever?!"

Namikaze Yukaku sat up straight beside the bed: "Yes. My mother taught me."

Fudou Kacheng also sat up straight beside the bed: "My father also taught me."

"Speak one by one, be serious and scientific."

Namikaze Yukaku: "My mother said that telling ghost stories when you have a fever is the best way to reduce fever."

"...Fudou Kacheng, you say."

"Dad said that finding an ancient well and pouring buckets of cold water on your body, and performing the ritual of water scale separation is the best way to reduce fever!"

"...That's easy to deal with, don't you know?!" Oda Shingo was simply powerless to complain.

Why are the two girls around me so weird?

But think about it, it seems reasonable that they can be recommended as teammates by the system.

A girl who is not obsessed with money and willing to start a comic book business with a poor student must be a rare gem in society. The education they received since childhood must be different from that of ordinary people. If it were the same, they would be mediocre.

What else can I choose from such a girl?

After thinking about it, Oda Shingo felt relieved.

"Thank you for your concern about my condition. You even found something to help me." Oda Shingo said softly, "Then please help me make something to eat. I personally think that food therapy is more reliable."

The two girls were a little surprised at his sudden change in attitude, but they were very happy to hear it. They agreed and ran downstairs.

Oda Shingo lay down again.

Dinglingling.

The phone rang.

It was Mrs. Yukino calling.

[Are you in the studio this afternoon? I'm here to give you some rewards for the prize figurines. ] Her voice was also quite pleasant on the phone, making Oda Shingo feel that his whole body seemed to be much more relaxed at this moment.

[Good sales performance? ]Oda Shingo guessed the reason.

Mrs. Yukino was quite satisfied: [It’s sold out in a week.]

Oda Shingo was quite satisfied: I like doing business with trustworthy people like the landlord’s wife because I can settle the commission in time.]

[Your voice is not right.]Mrs. Yukino was puzzled.

[It’s a small problem, just a cold.]

[You are short of breath, it may be more serious than you said, so I’ll see you later.]Mrs. Yukino hung up the phone.

Ah, will Mrs. Yukino come to see the doctor? Oda Shingo touched his nose.

This cold developed very quickly, and I even had a nasal sound, which was heard.

It was really uncomfortable. Oda Shingo not only had no strength but also felt sore muscles all over his body, especially the vestibule of the brain was like a boiling pot, buzzing non-stop.

"I bought an armpit thermometer." Namikaze Yukaku's voice suddenly sounded.

"Wow!" Oda Shingo was startled again, "When did you come back?"

Hamikaze Yuzuru said in a bad tone: "Since you put down the phone call with the landlady, you have been grinning and laughing."

Oda Shingo: "..."

Am I grinning? He subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth.

Hamikaze Yuzuru said lightly: "I was just talking casually, and you dared not to touch the corner of your mouth. Then it doesn't matter whether you laugh or not, it's equivalent to laughing."

She looked at the instructions, grabbed Oda Shingo's arm and lifted it, and then put the armpit thermometer in.

The strong force was like stabbing him...

Fortunately, the thermometer was not broken.

"By the way, where is Fujido Kaoru?" Oda Shingo, who pretended to be stupid, hurriedly looked around and looked at the room by the way, considering whether it needed to be cleaned up.

Because he usually keeps the hygiene, the room looks very tidy. It is also because of the cleaning and care of Namikaze Yuzuru on weekdays.

After feeling that he would not be embarrassed, Oda Shingo closed his eyes and rested.

"She went out to buy fever-reducing ingredients."

"..." Oda Shingo doubted whether Fujido Kasumi could buy the right ingredients.

Namikaze Yuzuru sat quietly beside the bed and looked at him.

After a while, he took out the thermometer and looked at it for a long time, then checked the instructions and said with certainty: "39 degrees, you need to wipe it down physically. I checked it online and know how to do it."

Namikaze Yuzuru got up and came back with a basin of warm water and a towel.

Oda Shingo was a little confused.

Japanese-style cooling, very unaccustomed.

It’s better to use the Mengda quilt in my hometown to cool down, at least it won’t be so embarrassing.

However, if I am served by a beauty like Namikaze Yukaku, it seems that...

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Qun Yingshe Building.

The office of the main publication department in the basement.

“Now let’s prepare to start the ranking.”

The old editor stood in front of a display screen, waiting for approval.

On the screen, all the comics serialized in the latest issue of “Jump” were listed vertically.

Hayato Hyakki, who was nominally suspended, sat at the table with his chin on his hand, watching the statistics with a dozen editors.

Other public activities need to be concealed because of the suspension, but this kind of internal counting, which involves gambling, he must be present.

“Start the ranking.” Hayato Hyakki ordered.

The popularity ranking is based on the reader’s voting card to count the favorite comics.

The voting card is generally in the form of a postcard, usually with a book. Many magazine societies cooperate with the post office, and the pre-paid postage is convenient for readers to deliver.

In the past, popularity counting was done by handwriting on the blackboard. When the young editor read out the name, the old editor would add one to the vote.

With the progress of electronicization, the old-fashioned manual counting is too time-consuming. There are new automatic vote readers that can read the information on the voting card according to the format.

Individual votes that cannot be recognized are counted manually, but only a small part.

"The machine-readable vote values ​​of the voting cards of this magazine have come out." The young editor began to click, and the preliminary data was displayed on the screen one by one.

[Notouch, 7537 votes; Goddess Sword, 5388 votes; Girl Killer, 2741 votes; Beautiful Face, 6134 votes...\