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

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When you have a fever, wipe your sweat with a warm towel. This is a very scientific method of physical heat dissipation.

It's just that this operation has too many imaginative plots in anime.

Such as exercising when she has a fever, attacking her at night when she has a fever, telling stories about my childhood sweetheart, I came to wipe her sweat when she has a fever, it’s all because you keep doing this when you have a fever, and the illness becomes more serious.

Whether it’s Oda Shingo or Namikaze Yukuru, those limited scenes are constantly swirling in their hearts.

The boy's back turns out to be so broad. Sitting on the edge of the bed facing behind Oda Shingo, Namikaze Yukaku's heartbeat quickened.

The friction of the towel brought out the texture of the skin, and Namikaze Yukaku could feel the firmness of his skin.

"You've wiped side B, now wipe side A?" When changing sides, Oda Shingo lay on the bed naturally, and he even made a rare joke.

After all, he was still running a high fever, so he was very tired.

The thin quilt covered her from her belly to her feet, leaving only her chest exposed.

However, the B-side of boys is not much different from the A-side. Namikaze Yukaku made a judgment.

I just painted before, but now I touch it with my own hands.

After his chest was wiped, Oda Shingo, who had his eyes closed, was about to say thank you, but he felt as if a corner of the quilt had been lifted.

But it wasn't completely opened, just the towel stuck inside.

"Hey... that..." Oda Shingo quickly opened his eyes, only to see Namikaze Yukuru, whose face was red, looking at him too.

I feel very embarrassed now, and I don’t know whether Namikaze Yukaku did it on purpose or if he just continued to rub it subconsciously...

At this time, the door suddenly sounded softly.

Someone knocked on the bedroom door.

Definitely not Fujido Orange, because the tapping rhythm is obviously very polite.

"It's the landlady!" Oda Shingo heard it immediately and was impressed by this way of knocking on the door.

Namikaze Youhe jumped up suddenly, and the towel almost flew out.

Fortunately, the basin was on the bedside table, otherwise I would have probably spilled it.

"Where can we hide?" Namikaze Youkaku looked around in panic.

But Oda Shingo's room was so simple that he could only consider the closet.

But she thought for a moment that the landlady had hinted that she knew she was in the cupboard, so naturally she couldn't hide it there.

"The landlady is not here to catch an adulterer, why are you panicking?" Oda Shingo quickly reminded us that we are not a couple.

"Ah, that's right." Namikaze Yukaku calmed down.

But soon she felt guilty again and whispered: "But I did just now..."

Halfway through her words, her face turned red and she felt something was wrong and quickly shut up.

"Ahem, just sit on the chair by the window." Oda Shingo reminded.

When Namikaze Yukaku hurriedly sat down by the window, Oda Shingo pulled up the quilt and asked the landlady to come in: "Ah, the door is unlocked, please come in."

The landlady, dressed in a light-colored satin kimono, opened the door softly and came in, explaining: "I knocked on the door but no one answered. I was worried that you were too sick, so I opened the door and came in by myself. Please forgive me."

Oda Shingo naturally knew that she must have the key: "It's okay, I want to thank you for your concern."

Yukino Mito's beautiful eyes quickly swept across the room, pausing briefly on the basin, towel and Namikaze Yukaku, before a smile appeared on her lips.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

"Ahem, I have a cold and a fever. I'm sorry for the poor reception." Oda Shingo stretched out his hand and asked Yukino Mito to sit by the bed.

Mrs. Yukino smiled slightly, pulled the chair next to the bedside table over, and sat down next to the bed.

Ah, yes, Oda Shingo reacted. Her status is not suitable for sitting beside the bed, or is there a difference between closeness and distance?

Yukino asked about Oda Shingo's condition, and then told him that the first batch of commissions for the figures would be credited to his bank card in the next two days, and that he was considering re-engraving them in batches.

"It's good if I can make money. When I heard about the money, my condition became much less severe."

"Oh? Your illness may not be so uncomfortable, right?" Yukino Shendong teased, "If a beautiful girl helps you wipe your body, I'm afraid many people won't be able to ask for it."

Namikaze Youkaku sat behind her, his face turning red again.

"Nothing, just rub it casually to bring down the fever." Oda Shingo's face didn't turn red. "You don't know, my heart hurts so much, and my fever is quite serious."

"Oh? I just happened to bring some medicine. I wonder if you can take the bitter medicine." Yukino opened the ancient small bag she carried with her and took out a few bags of medicine.

"Bupleurum cold granules? Great!" Oda Shingo was overjoyed.

He quickly asked Namikaze Yukaku to pour him some water to make medicine, and then drank it happily.

Bupleurum has a bitter taste and a bad taste, so many people are repelled by it. But Oda Shingo had a different feeling for Chinese traditional medicine, and he didn't take it seriously at all, and he even enjoyed it.

"You guys really know how to make me happy." Yukino Shendong covered her lips and chuckled.

Obviously, she admired Oda Shingo's attitude toward bitter medicine. The key was that she brought it herself.

Oda Shingo thought to himself: I'm really not trying to trick you. The two girls' methods of reducing fever before were really weird, and finally they met a normal one!

However, he soon noticed that Namikaze Yukaku, who was sitting back by the window, had his mouth crooked.

what to do? Coax her later? But at least we have to wait until the landlady leaves, otherwise there will be people who don’t want to.

No, no, why am I struggling with this? Oda Shingo suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his thinking.

Ah, girls always distract me! Oda Shingo wanted to say that you all should go away, so that I can have a good rest and return to the drawing board.

At this time, Oda Shingo's cell phone rang.

"Sorry, I have to take a call." Oda Shingo picked up the phone and answered it.

Mikami Saburo's voice came: [Shingo! Congratulations, you have achieved a good result of ranking second in popularity! ]

"Oh? Second? It came out so soon?"

[Generally, the statistics within three days after publication are more accurate. The number is smaller later, and it doesn't mean much. ]

Maybe men are more careless, or maybe Mrs. Yukino is more sad. In contrast, Mikami Saburo didn't hear that Oda Shingo was sick.

Oda Shingo heard such a good result and could analyze it rationally: "I think the second place may be only temporary, and the next issue should fall a little. Because this time, online comic fans must have occupied the majority, and the inspiration of 4 episodes led to a large voting advantage."

[It's great that you think so. I was worried that you were too eager for success, so take it step by step and tell the story of parasitism well! ]

Oda Shingo nodded: "I will pay attention to the plot. This comic is about parasites, but it talks about human nature. By the way, I ranked second, so how much did the physical votes account for?"

[Huh? Shingo, you are amazing. You actually guessed that the physical votes were weak. ] Mikami Saburo explained the situation again, and comforted that the popularity of physical publications depends on time accumulation and cannot be rushed.

"Well, I understand, so I asked a question. Give me more time, I can be the king of both this publication and the Internet!" Oda Shingo was confident.

After hanging up the phone, Yukino Shindong asked: "Your "Parasyte", the physical popularity ranking is not good?"

"Ah, it's normal." Oda Shingo laughed and didn't take it to heart.

Mrs. Yukino didn't ask much, just nodded slightly.

Oda Shingo looked at her and always felt that this rich woman seemed to have some plans.