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

Chapter 149 Oda Shingo has a severe cold!
If a professional cartoonist catches a cold, it will affect the progress of the comic serialization.

When ordinary people catch a cold, their performance in sports will drop significantly. However, cartoonists are the kind of people who are known for using their bodies to paint.

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

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

Normally, when he sneezed, his body would not shake like this, but he found that his muscles were aching all over, and he could even lose his balance when he sneezed.

"Teacher Oda, are you okay?" Fujido Kaoru looked at her with concern.

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

"Neither Namikaze Yuzuru nor I wear perfume. Are you afraid you have a cold?" Fujido Kaoru denied.

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

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

If she came over with a sickly face, Oda Shingo knew how to react, that is, to be a nonpartisan. However, 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. At this time, she didn't care what he explained. She just 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 so comfortable that he almost wanted to close his eyes.

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

"Oda-kun, you have a fever." Namikaze Yuzuru quickly came to the conclusion and slowly moved his hand away.

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

She pressed her hands on both sides of Oda Shingo's temples and kept pulling them.

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

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

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

"Drinking more water is just something some straight men tell girls." Namikaze Yuzuru didn't listen to Oda Shingo at all. He looked at the number of drafts in stock and said, "Your finished storyboards will be fine until the next issue. I will continue to do the detailed processing. You can go back to your room and rest."

She simply grabbed Oda Nobuo's chair and dragged him upstairs.

"Hey, hey! Let me work!"

Fujido Kacheng followed behind and threatened: "Namikaze Yuzuru is right, just go upstairs and rest obediently. 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 Kajuku's strength, it can be accomplished. However, with her broad mind, I am afraid that if I lie in her arms like a princess, I will die.

Well, come to think of it, it seems pretty beautiful...

Fortunately, Oda Shingo was a professional maniac. He shook his head and went upstairs on his own initiative, ready to go back to his room to rest.

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

When I turned around, the two girls were gone.

That’s great. Don’t mess around with me.

Oda Shingo locked the door, poured a large cup of boiling water, drank it, and then fell headfirst onto the bed.

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

Oda Shingo forced himself to open his eyes and saw Namikaze Yuzuru's concerned expression beside the bed.

It turns out that the girl was missing just now because she went to prepare things.

She held a pear-shaped thermometer in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. Seeing that Oda Shingo had woken up, Namikaze Yuzuru looked at the instruction manual in her hand, understood the diagrams on it, and said to Oda Shingo: "Turn around and stick your butt up."

“???” Oda Nobuo was stunned.

"That's what the instructions say."

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

"Yes." Namikaze Youhe nodded.

"Can you change to another type?"

Namikaze Yuzuru's face also turned a little red. He put a cool towel on Oda Shingo's forehead, then stood up and left.

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

She would know, right? After all, women are more attentive and would understand.

Hmm? I think I locked the door just now?

Forget it, for ninjutsu enthusiasts, it doesn’t seem to matter much whether to lock it or not.

He drifted off to sleep again.

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

A soft little hand slapped Oda Shingo's cheek with a force almost as strong as a slap.

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

Anyone who wants to be her boyfriend should be prepared to be a rabbit. You never know when the carrot will be missing or pulled out...

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

Fujido Kasumiku was seen shaking an arm-length green onion: "Here, stick this in from the back, the fever will go away soon!"

“Don’t, don’t joke!”

"Hurry up! My mother said that when they first got married, my father had a high fever and that's how she helped him reduce the fever!" Fujido Xiangcheng persuaded.

"Who can bear having something like this stuck in their body? No, you shouldn't stick anything in there!" Oda Shingo was so scared that he wanted to cry.

Why do Japanese people like to do it from behind? There are the most rectal thermometers in pharmacies, and the most famous way to reduce fever is to grow green onions in the backyard...

It is said that during the epidemic, the price of Japanese green onions increased dozens of times. It was not because of market supply problems, but because too many people rushed to buy them to reduce fever!

In the memory of Oda Shingo's original body, many antipyretic drugs in Japanese clinics and hospitals were mostly antipyretic suppositories that were inserted and absorbed.

Oda Nobuo would rather die than obey, so Fujido Kaoru tried to take over by force.

"Hey, hey! Stop messing around!"

"Why are you shy? The nurses have seen it all in the hospital, right? I'll just suffer a little and consider it as my eyes being contaminated!" Fujido Kaoru said this, but seemed a little excited.

Oda Nobuo would rather die than obey.

But Fujido Kajuu was too strong, and Oda Shingo was sick.

The most damning thing is that the passive skill that grants Bajiquan abilities when getting hit is not activated at this time.

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

Oh my god, system, are you trying to trick me?!

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

For Oda Shingo, this was like a savior having arrived.

(End of this chapter)