My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 249 Shoko in Panda Form
She secretly checked online last night and found that new illustrators only earn around 20,000 yen. But even if Tsuna didn't pay her, she would still be very happy to draw for him.

However, there's a small condition for not giving her money: you have to marry her later...

"not enough?"

"Slap..." Shoko gave him a light slap without hesitation. "That's too much, okay!"

"Go, go, go do your homework on the second floor. You're disturbing my TV series."

While watching the drama, Shizuka Miyamura waved her hand impatiently at the two who were flirting.

Seeing this, Tsuna and Shoko had no choice but to obediently go up to the second floor. Shizuka had already spoken, so they dared not disobey.

"Shoko, you do your homework first, I'll draw those black and white illustrations."

"Mmm." After thinking for a moment, Tsuna assigned tasks, and Shoko nodded in agreement without hesitation.

The amount of homework in Japanese junior high school isn't much more than in elementary school; I finished all the homework the teacher assigned in class today in about thirty minutes.

This also includes someone else's.

"Shoko, just design the movements based on these pictures of the main characters when they were young. Ask me again when you're coloring them."

Tsuna uploaded the first draft he had drawn on the tablet to the computer, letting Shoko, who was next to him, observe it first, while he continued to refine it based on his memory of what the character group looked like.

"Uh-huh."

For the rest of the time, the room was filled only with Shoko's occasional questions and Tsuna's answers.

Most of the issues involve the colors of the male and female leads' clothing, hair, and other physical details.

"Tsuna, I'm going back now. Goodnight."

Shoko glanced at the time, '22:56', stood up from her chair, and didn't forget to put away her tablet, wanting to take it back and continue working hard.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Gang advised, "Go back and go to bed early. Don't stay up late drawing anymore. Be careful or you'll turn into a haggard old woman prematurely!"
And there's no rush; if all else fails, we can always postpone the printing date.

"Okay." Shoko opened the wooden door, stuck her tongue out at him as she turned around, and quickly went downstairs, making sure to close the door behind her.

He only snapped out of his reverie and continued optimizing the illustrations when he heard Shoko and Shizuka Miyamura saying goodbye from downstairs.

My memories of the past are already feeling blurry.

I've heard that people can see a revolving lantern before they die. If someone is revived while seeing this revolving lantern, will they remember it again?
However, this idea only existed in his mind for a second before he dismissed it. It was just a random thought, and he dared not try it.

Before he knew it, it was past midnight. He rubbed his slightly sore eyes, saved the illustrations and uploaded them to his computer for backup, then shut down the computer and prepared to go to sleep.

"I wonder if Shoko is asleep..." This question involuntarily popped into his mind as soon as he crawled into bed.

If she's asleep, making a video call to her at this time will definitely wake her up, so this method won't work.

After much thought, he gradually came up with a bold idea: to close his eyes and go to sleep, and to trust Shoko more.

How can you be so suspicious?

The sky gradually turned a cool, pale white, and the night mist on Ginkgo Avenue was crushed by the first tram, shrinking into the iron grating of the drainage ditch.

The shadows of the uniformed boys on their bicycles swept past the convenience store, the metal school badges on the side pockets of their backpacks colliding with the cold light of the vending machine, creating a series of clear sounds.

A beige trench coat-wearing office worker hurried along, clutching a hot coffee, the rhythm of his leather shoes tapping on the paving stones briefly overlapping with the broadcast of a primary school's morning assembly in the distance at the crossroads.

"Honestly, what time did you go to sleep last night?! Your dark circles are even worse than yesterday!"

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Tsuna's gaze fell on Shoko's already formed dark circles under her eyes, and he was a little speechless.

He was even thinking of giving Shoko a little more trust last night, but he got a real slap in the face the next day...

"Well... it wasn't that late." Shoko felt a little guilty, unable to bear his gaze. "I went to bed around 11 o'clock..." "Hmm?"

"Around 12 o'clock..."

"Ugh……"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth, Tsuna, don't be angry." Shoko didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye anymore, forcibly averting her gaze.

"A little after three o'clock..."

"You went to bed at 3 a.m., and you still have to get up at 6:30 to prepare lunch?" Gang rubbed her head hard, a little angry and a little helpless.

"I... I just wanted to help you finish the task as soon as possible because you pay me so much...?"

Shoko didn't resist; instead, she blinked her dark-circled eyes at him.

Well, this makes things even more frustrating...

Gang pinched her soft cheek, "You should sleep for a while. If you quicken your pace later, you can sleep for another thirty minutes."

Shoko only stops resisting when she does something wrong, obediently letting him rub her.

"Let me blow-dry your hair first, then you can go to sleep."

"No, I'll just come."

"No, I'll blow it for you." Shoko puffed out her cheeks.

"Go ahead and blow it."

In the end, A-Gang could only let her play, finish playing as soon as possible, and let her catch up on some sleep. If they continued arguing, there would only be less time left.

After drying her hair, Shoko wanted to take a sniff, but Tsuna chased her upstairs to catch up on sleep as soon as she made a move.

She went up to the second floor and could only vent her anger by hugging someone's pillow. After a couple of minutes, she closed her eyes as she lay on the bed filled with Tsuna's scent.

Tsuna, who was on the first floor, went to the restaurant and slowly ate his breakfast under Shizuka Miyamura's questioning gaze. He only went upstairs to call Shoko when the alarm clock on his watch went off.

"I am leaving."

"I'm heading out!"

"Is Shoko really okay? Should we take a day off?" Shizuka Miyamura came out of the restaurant and naturally noticed Shoko's dark circles.

"It's okay, godmother, I'm off to school." Shoko turned around and waved to her, then took Tsuna's hand.

Tsuna looked at the white doves flying overhead and the drowsy girl beside him, and sighed helplessly.

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He turned his gaze away from the flock of white doves flying by, meeting the curious look in the eyes of the girl beside him, only to hear her repeat what he hadn't quite caught:
"Tsuna, can I send the illustration to Shun-nee today?"

"Okay, I'll send it to her when I get home from school this afternoon." He nodded, his gaze shifting to the traffic lights on the opposite side of the pedestrian crossing.

Shoko's lips curled into a smile: "I hope it passes the review, and then I can happily attend the graduation ceremony tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Sister Xiaoshun said that as long as there's nothing too explicit or too ugly, it will definitely pass the review. And neither of these issues applies to us."

As the traffic light across the street turned from red to green, Tsuna, holding the hand of the girl beside him, took the first step.

With his own father behind him, he felt that even if there were these two problems, they were minor...

(End of this chapter)