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

Chapter 152: Yukino Shindong: Am I here at the wrong time?
When you have a fever, wipe the sweat with a warm towel. This is a very scientific way of physical heat dissipation.

However, there are too many plots in the anime that make people think about this.

Such as exercising when having a fever, attacking her at night when she has a fever, wiping the sweat off my childhood sweetheart when she has a fever, and it's all your fault that you're still like this when you have a fever, and you're getting even sicker.

Whether it was Oda Shingo or Namikaze Yukaku, what kept circling in their minds were those limited scenes.

Boys' backs are so broad. Sitting on the bed facing behind Oda Shingo, Namikaze Yuzuru's heartbeat quickened.

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

"The B side has been wiped, let's wipe the A side?" When changing the side, Oda Shingo lay on the bed very naturally, and he rarely told a joke.

After all, he still had a high fever and was very tired.

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

But the B side of the boy is not much different from the A side. Namikaze Yukaku made a judgment.

I had only drawn it before, but now I am touching it with my own hands.

After his chest was wiped, Oda Shingo was about to say thank you with his eyes closed, but he found that a corner of the quilt seemed to have been lifted.

But it was not completely opened, just the towel was inserted inside.

"Hey...that..." Oda Shingo quickly opened his eyes, only to see Namikaze Yuzuru with a red face also looking at him.

It's very embarrassing now. I don't know if Namikaze Youhe did it on purpose or just continued to wipe it subconsciously...

At this moment, there was a sudden sound from the door.

Someone knocked on the bedroom door.

It's definitely not Fujido Kajuu, because the rhythm of the tapping is obviously very polite.

"It's the landlady!" Oda Shingo recognized 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 of water was placed on the bedside table, otherwise it would have spilled.

"Where can I hide?" Namikaze Youhe looked around panically.

But Oda Shingo's room was too simple, so the only option was a closet.

But she suddenly remembered that the landlady had hinted before that she knew she was in the closet, so she naturally couldn't hide there.

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

"Ah, yes, yes." Namikaze Youhe finally calmed down.

But soon she felt guilty again and stammered, "But I did just now..."

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

"Hehe, just sit on the chair by the window and be safe." Oda Shingo reminded.

When Namikaze Yuzuru hurriedly sat down by the window, Oda Shingo pulled up the quilt and asked the landlady to come in: "Ah, the door is not locked, please come in."

The landlady, dressed in a light-colored satin kimono, quietly pushed the door open and explained, "I knocked on the door but no one answered. I was worried that you were too ill, so I opened the door myself and came in. Please forgive me."

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

Yukino Shindong's beautiful eyes quickly swept across the room, pausing briefly on the basin, towel and Namikaze Youzuru, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Am I here at a bad time?" "Well, I have a cold and a fever. I'm really sorry for not hosting you well." Oda Shingo extended his hand and invited Yukino Shinto to sit beside the bed.

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

Oh, yes, Oda Shingo realized. Her status was not suitable for sitting by the bed, or maybe it was because of the difference in relationship?
Yukino Shinto asked about Oda Shingo's condition, and then informed him that the first batch of commissions from the figures would be deposited into his bank card in the next two days, and that he was considering making more batches of copies.

"It's good to be able to make money. Hearing that there is money, my condition has improved a lot."

"Oh? Your illness may not be so severe, right?" Xue No Shen Dong teased, "A beautiful girl will help you wipe your body. I'm afraid many people would beg for it."

Namikaze Youzuru was sitting behind her, his face blushing again.

"No, I just wiped it to reduce the fever." Oda Shingo's face didn't even turn red. "You don't know, my forehead hurts so much, and the fever is quite serious."

"Oh? I just happened to bring some medicine with me. I wonder if you can bear the bitter medicine." Xue No Shen Dong opened the ancient bag she carried with her and took out a few bags of medicine.

"Bupleurum cold granules? That's great!" Oda Nobuo was overjoyed.

He quickly asked Namikaze Youhe to pour him some water to mix the medicine, and then drank it happily.

Bupleurum has a bitter taste and a bad taste, so many people are reluctant to use it. However, Oda Shingo has a special feeling for Chinese medicine and does not take it seriously at all. He even enjoys using it.

"You really know how to make me happy." Xue No Shen Dong smiled softly with her hands covering her lips.

Obviously, she admired Oda Shingo's attitude towards bitter medicine, and the key point was that she brought it herself.

Oda Nobuo thought to himself: I'm not kidding you, the two girls' methods of reducing fever were really weird, and finally I've found a normal one!

However, he soon noticed that Namikaze Youzuru, who sat back by the window, had a crooked mouth.

What should I do? Coax her later? But I have to wait until the landlady leaves, otherwise she will be unwilling again.

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

Ah, girls just distract me! Oda Shingo really wanted to tell everyone to go away, so that I can have a good rest and get back to my drawing desk.

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

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

The voice of Saburo Mikami came: [Shingo! Congratulations, you have achieved the second place in popularity ranking!]
"Oh? The second one? Coming out so soon?"

[Generally speaking, statistics within three days after publication are more accurate. After that, the numbers are smaller and not very meaningful.]
Maybe men are more careless, or maybe Mrs. Yukino was more sad, but in contrast, Saburo Mikami didn't realize that Oda Shingo was sick.

Upon hearing such a good result, Oda Shingo was able to analyze rationally: "I think the second place may only be temporary, and the next issue should drop a little. Because this time the online comic fans definitely accounted for the majority, and the inspiration from the 4th episode led to a large voting advantage."

[It’s great that you think this way. I was worried that you were too eager to succeed. So take it slow and tell the story of Parasite well!]
Oda Shingo nodded: "I will pay attention to the plot. This comic is about parasitic beasts, but it talks about human nature. By the way, I ranked second, so how much of the physical votes did I get?"

[Eh? Shingo, you are amazing. You actually guessed that the votes for physical publications were weak.] Mikami Saburo explained the situation again, and comforted that the popularity of physical publications must be accumulated over time and cannot be rushed.

"Yes, I understand, that's why I asked. Give me more time, I can be the king of both this magazine and the Internet!" Oda Shingo said confidently.

After hanging up the phone, Yukino Fuyu asked, "Your Parasyte, the real popularity ranking is not good?"

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

Mrs. Yukino didn't ask any more questions, just nodded slightly.

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

(End of this chapter)