My childhood sweetheart is Nishimiya Glass

Chapter 385 After the New Book
Wait until Suzuki Atsushi falls asleep.

Upon returning to her bedroom, Banlan Qian immediately changed out of her pajamas, which were covered in tears and snot, and took a shower as well.

Putting everything else aside, this is still quite disgusting...

Back in bed, looking at the words "I want to eat your pancreas" on the bedside table, I felt much less inclined to read on.

She had already guessed the ending pretty well, and as she thought about it, she unknowingly drifted off to sleep again.

In the other bedroom, Suzuki Atsushi tossed and turned in bed like a pancake, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

Thinking of 'Yamachi Sakura' from Miyamura's novel, the nameless fire in my heart burned brighter and brighter.

She grabbed the phone that was charging next to her pillow, and the cold light from the screen instantly illuminated her face, which was still red-rimmed in the darkness.

Without thinking, she opened Miyamura-sensei's Twitter page and started tapping away at the latest post.

I finally got sleepy and went to bed after typing hundreds of comments that were insulting but without using any profanity.

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"Calendar socks! Refund!!"

"Miyamura, you old bastard! Would it kill you to write a happy ending!?"

"I hope Miyamura's fate will be the same as Yamauchi Sakura's!"

"You old scoundrel Miyamura, do you think I don't have connections in Futaba City?"

"How dare Futaba Publishing sign an author like this? I may not know Miyamura's address, but I know yours! Just you wait! Plenty of razor blades and dog shit!"

"My Sakura!!"

"You old bastard Miyamura, you better not reveal your true identity one day! Otherwise, I'll show you what it means to have a chrysanthemum that's not just for excretion!"

"If I buy your book again, I'm a dog!"

An anonymous netizen replied to the previous comment: "You said the same thing after you bought 'Anohana' last time."

Gang, who got up early to go for his morning run, had already noticed these comments, and his inbox was flooded with private messages.

One of the comments was sarcastic and sarcastic, consisting of several hundred words.

However, he didn't take it to heart, chose to ignore it, tidied up, and went out for a morning run.

When he returned, covered in sweat, he saw Shoko sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding his phone and angrily tapping away.

He even has a bit of a gritted-teeth look, which only makes him seem cute and fierce from the outside.

Seeing that she still hadn't noticed him, he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, then stood still and quietly watched her for a few more seconds as she focused on, even stubbornly, poking at the screen.

A moment later, he quietly turned around, grabbed his clothes, and slipped into the bathroom.

He didn't want to approach her while covered in sweat and odor.

Shizuka Miyamura, who happened to witness this scene while coming out of the kitchen, shook her head. The child takes after his father in this respect; he's definitely a hopeless romantic...

Fortunately, my daughter-in-law is also...

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"Click..."

Tsuna emerged from the bathroom, still steaming. Shoko was no longer in the living room; only her phone remained on the coffee table.

He casually rubbed his wet hair with a towel, walked a few steps to the table, swiped his index finger, and the content displayed on the screen made him pause in surprise.

Regarding the comments on the new book, Xiaozi has already responded to most of them, and the few that were harsh have disappeared.

"Mr. Nishimiya, could you please return the phone to that old scoundrel Miyamura? We know that old man never replies to anyone."

"We've caught a live Nishimiya-sensei!"

"Teacher Nishimiya has it tough, starting this morning to clean up the mess that old bastard Miyamura made."

"From the moment this 'Old Thief Miyamura' account was created until now, all he's done is reply to people after a new book is released. It's pretty obvious who's doing that!"

"Nishimiya-sensei always adds a little emoji when replying to comments, and this habit immediately exposed her identity." Seeing that the netizens in the comment section had calmed down a lot, Tsuna stopped reading and casually put his phone into his pocket. He turned towards the restaurant with light steps.

I had just reached the restaurant entrance when Shoko, who had half a bun in her mouth, suddenly grabbed my arm!

Without a word, she dragged him back to the living room, pressed him down on the sofa, and insisted on drying his still-wet hair completely before she was satisfied.

Only afterward did she pout and walk back to the restaurant with him, completely satisfied. Shizuka Miyamura watched them leave with a smile before returning herself.

As for Daio Miyamura, he had already driven to the office.

.........

The lingering aroma of breakfast still filled the table as Shizuka Miyamura exchanged a few pleasantries, picked up her shopping basket, and headed out the door.

The remaining two exchanged a knowing glance, quickly cleared away the dishes, and then strolled back into the sun-drenched living room.

Are you planning to go out with Takagi and the others today?

Tsuna sank into the sofa like a lump of mud, lazily tilting his head and looking at Shoko, who was sitting cross-legged next to the low table.

She was intently holding the pen, sketching something on the tablet, and only tilted her head slightly when she heard his voice:

"What did you say, Tsuna?"

"..."

He repeated it again, and Shoko shook her head: "Today, Ayumi and the others plan to stay home and read books on the last day of winter break."

"Shall we...go on a date?"

"go!"

Without hesitation, Shoko put down her pen, clicked save, and pulled Tsuna along to head out.

Tsuna layered himself up three times to make sure he was warm enough before going to the entrance to change his shoes, while Shoko was already there waiting with a small bag on her back.

"Should we invite Yuzuru?" Tsuna looked up at her leaning against the wall and casually suggested.

“At this hour… Yuzuru is still lying in bed and refuses to get up,” Shoko said, her lips curving into a smile as if she were imagining something amusing. “If you go and call her, she might just yell at you.”

"…Forget it then."

Tsuna thought about the black-haired loli standing with her hands on her hips, making sarcastic remarks to him. He shook his head after thinking about it, not daring to imagine it; the image was too beautiful.

Meanwhile, at the Nishimiya family.

The black-haired loli that Tsuna mentioned was sleeping soundly on her back.

She scratched her bottom in the sunlight filtering through the windowpane, rolled over into the shade, and smacked her lips.

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"I want to become someone like Sakura."

"Auntie, I want to eat Sakura's pancreas!"

"Woo..."

Water stains, one after another, spread across the last page of the book.

Suzuki On's continuous subtle actions had long been observed by Banran Chi.

Seeing her escalating the situation, Banlan Qian rolled her eyes so hard they almost disappeared.

She took a deep breath, covered her face with one hand, and let out a few weak sighs through her fingers...

The fingers of his other hand unconsciously began rubbing his throbbing temples:

"Suzuki-chan, didn't you say you weren't going to watch anymore? How come you've started watching again...?"

I'm still at work, and it would be a bit embarrassing to comfort her later!
Suzuki Atsushi turned his head away, his eyes still red-rimmed, his wet eyelashes fluttering a few times.

She glanced at Ban Lanqian at the next workstation, her voice thick with nasal tone and a barely perceptible tremor, and whispered her explanation:
"There's only a little bit left... What if... what if... that old bastard Miyamura... brings the heroine back to life?"

(End of this chapter)