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

Mrs. Yukino was putting away her musical instruments. When she heard everyone talking about the hot springs, she couldn't help but glanced: "Oda-kun seems to be very interested in the hot springs."

"Well, actually I was thinking that I forgot to go to the national park." Oda Shingo hurriedly explained.

Fujido Kaoshi smiled beside her: "No need to explain, Mr. Oda, I understand. Unfortunately, you are wrong. I checked. The large baths in Hakodate are divided into men's and women's baths."

Oda Shingo rolled his eyes.

But subconsciously glanced at Mrs. Yukino who was bending over to put away her musical instruments.

So round...

But Mrs. Yukino immediately said after she stood up: "I'm not used to going to large baths, and I especially don't want to go to hot springs where monkeys have bathed. Also, it's summer now, and the water effect of large baths is very poor."

Namikaze Yukaku also said: "It seems that the atmosphere of hot springs in summer is lacking."

In most people's feelings, the feeling of snowflakes floating outside the hot spring is the best.

Fujido Kacheng was tilting her head and imagining: "Taking a hot spring bath with monkeys will be fun at first, but it will become uncomfortable gradually."

"Can we find a hot spring inn?" Oda Shingo tried to recall.

"See! I said he had bad intentions!" Fujido Kacheng pointed at Oda Shingo and shouted.

Okay, I won't say anything. Oda Shingo turned his head and pretended to continue drawing.

Mrs. Yukino suddenly burst into laughter: "If it is a private hot spring, have you forgotten that this hotel has one? I deliberately dismissed the male employees in this hotel, so you can enjoy the hot spring without worry. And it is a natural hot spring, not an artificial hot spring."

"Huh?!" Fujido Kacheng and Namikaze Yuzuru clapped their hands, as if they had seen the sign.

Oda Shingo also remembered that there was a sign on the first floor pointing to the direction of the hot spring.

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

It was a call from Okita's assistant.

[Teacher Oda, the Cartoonists Association's 2023-2024 Japanese Manga Awards Conference will be held next month! ]

"Is it that I was nominated for the Best Newcomer? I almost forgot about it."

[There must be a long time between nomination and official award ceremony, which is also the result of the game of interests among all parties. Lecture Club, Gakushikan and Springfield Bookstore don't have any good comics this year. ]

"It's just a boast when the book jacket is printed, right?"

[After all, it's a great honor! Past comic masters, such as Adachi Yutaka of "noutouch", also won this honor. Now, Mr. Oda, your Newcomer Award can be said to be a sure win! I don't believe they dare to give it to Nobuhiro Watsuki! ]

"Whether it is awarded to him or not will not affect my work."

[Teacher Oda is always humble. Then I will make an appointment for you to attend the award ceremony next month? ]

"Can I not go?" Oda Shingo is not very interested in awards, and still wants to make money by drawing comics.

"You should have attended just because you were nominated, and you have a high chance of winning!"

"You're delaying my money."

"It's only half a day. The star effect after attending will definitely come from fame and sales."

"Hasn't the Cartoonists Association's awards had a bad reputation in the past two years?"

"Well, yes. But this does not affect the Cartoonists Association's first position."

After a lot of persuasion from Assistant Okita, Oda Shingo finally agreed to attend.

After hanging up the phone, Oda Shingo glanced at Mrs. Yukino: "Hey, don't help me with the award."

"..."

Oda Shingo actually saw for the first time that Mrs. Yukino seemed to roll her eyes at him.

This even made Oda Shingo suspect that he had seen it wrong.

Although it was only a moment, it was definitely there.

Oda Shingo touched the back of his head awkwardly. It was a typical case of self-conceit...

Then continue to work.

When it was time to rest in the evening, Oda Shingo received a line message.

It was from Fujido Kaoru: [We're going to take a hot spring bath. You are not allowed to come over! ]

This time it was finally Oda Shingo's turn to roll his eyes, and he didn't reply to her message at all.

The next morning, after Oda Shingo woke up and ate something, he suddenly thought that there should be no one in the hot spring at this time.

He first washed himself in the bathroom in the room, then took a big towel, tiptoed to the corridor, and went downstairs quietly along the sign to the direction of the hot spring.

When Japanese people take a hot spring bath, they always wash their bodies beforehand, which is completely different from the habit of soaking in hot water and rubbing their bodies in Northeast China.

Since I'm here, I'll enjoy the hot spring too.

Oda Shingo walked forward and found that this was actually a closed corridor specially built to the direction of the hot spring.

It was quiet all the way.

After walking around for three minutes, he came to a fully enclosed courtyard.

There was no sign for men's and women's baths. It seems that this kind of villa hotel is for private use, and there is no need to distinguish so much.

Walking in, a faint smell of sulfur came.

It is said that this is the unique smell of natural hot springs. Of course, many artificial hot springs will deliberately add this kind of olfactory deception agent.

The first place we walked to was the lounge in the outer hall, which had leisure chairs and some automatic beverage equipment.

Japanese people like to drink a glass of milk after bathing, and in recent years, more and more people like coffee iced drinks, so the beverage machine mainly sells these two beverages.

Going further in, it is the dressing room.

The dressing room is also very high-end, and the wooden boxes for clothes are all equipped with password locks. Some unopened white small towels and bathrobes are neatly placed on the access rack.

Oda Shingo looked around and found that many boxes were closed. He found an open one and put his clothes in it.

There was no need to enter the shower room. He followed the Japanese habit and took a small towel and put it on his head and walked in.

Gently pushed open the opaque glass door of the partition, accompanied by the sound of gentle running water, a large amount of white mist came towards him.

Is there such a big fog in summer?

Oda Shingo could only vaguely see that the entire hot spring room was a closed courtyard with an electrically controlled glass curtain on the roof.

The advantage of the electrically controlled suspended glass curtain is that it can be changed to transparent or opaque at any time.

But this design is similar to a glass greenhouse. Although there will be no snow in winter, the closed temperature in summer will be higher.

However, it is estimated that the control system will be well controlled and automatically turn on the color function to reduce the amount of sunlight entering.

At this moment, the morning sun shines directly in, giving the hot spring room in the mist a faint golden halo.

Due to the influence of the fog, the visible range is not large, but it is still vaguely visible within one or two meters.

Shingo Oda carefully stepped on the cobblestone ground and walked forward slowly.

As soon as he walked on this kind of ground, he felt the massage on the soles of his feet, and he could enjoy the charm of a hot spring bath.

It would be nice if he could soak in a hot spring egg or a pot of wine. Shingo Oda expressed regret in his heart, but it was so early, there must be no service staff.

He stretched his feet, the temperature of the hot spring water was slightly high, but it felt very comfortable.

Shingo Oda slowly went down to the hot spring pool, took a few steps, turned around, and then immersed himself in the pool.

"Oh - comfortable -!" Shingo Oda breathed a sigh of relief in the warm mist.

However, the mist was sometimes thick and sometimes thin, and he always felt something was wrong...

Soon he knew what was going on.

Not far from him, a figure gradually appeared in the mist...

"Ori, Ori, Oda-kun, kun?" The trembling voice of Namikaze Yukaku came.