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“If you go to sleep well, you’ll get extra points.” Hashimoto Arina suddenly laughed, pushed him down onto the bed, and covered him with a blanket.
"Okay." Shirakawa Natsu lay there obediently, without moving.
"Hmm." Hashimoto Arina suddenly bent down and touched Shirakawa Natsu's forehead, amidst his surprised expression, before looking up: "Let's start with the forehead."
Shirakawa Natsu remained completely unmoved. If he wasn't mistaken, Hashimoto Arina seemed to genuinely believe he was a naive boy who had been bedridden for eighteen years.
Chapter 7 Dating
"Ring ring ring." The cell phone rang from Hashimoto Arina's uniform pocket, interrupting the romantic atmosphere between the two.
Hashimoto Arina took out her phone, a complicated look flashing in her eyes, and stole a glance at Shirakawa Natsu.
But she quickly masked it, hung up the phone, and put on a smile: "Let's go on a date tomorrow."
"A date?" Shirakawa Natsu looked at him suspiciously. Hashimoto Arina's sudden enthusiasm made him feel uneasy.
“Of course, we’re dating~” Hashimoto Arina reached out her right hand and gently tapped his forehead: “Looking forward to tomorrow.”
After she finished speaking, she winked playfully at Shirakawa Natsumi before leaving the ward.
Shirakawa Natsu watched her leave, the innocence on her face vanishing instantly.
He was not an eighteen-year-old boy who had never left his hospital bed.
His rich life experience made him realize that there is no love without a reason. Hashimoto Arina stopped him from confessing in the morning, but suddenly took the initiative to confess just now. There must have been factors that happened that he was unaware of.
He took out his phone, and the favorability rating on the app was still 95.
Tap the screen with your finger; no option to end the task is found.
According to the system's assessment, his confession just now did not lead him to pursue Hashimoto Arina.
"We don't have enough information." Shirakawa Natsu shook her head. Tomorrow's date is crucial, and we need to obtain more information.
He sat up in bed and picked up his sketches and paintbrushes from the bedside table.
Many games in this world are the same as those in the previous world, but the comics and light novels are completely different.
He has already published works, but "Bleach" and "Naruto" always stop updating after the atmosphere has been built up and the first climax has been reached.
The Shinigami's death occurred the instant Aizen threw down his glasses.
The Hokage was killed when Orochimaru tore off his mask and stuck out his tongue.
This has resulted in a very poor reputation for him in the industry, with not only resentment from readers but also a lot of criticism.
The most widely accepted reason is that he lacks the ability to handle large-scale battles.
Of course, there will also be die-hard fans who firmly believe that he is striving for perfection, which is a manifestation of craftsmanship.
"To hell with the craftsman's spirit." Now that Shirakawa Natsu has a chance to live, she certainly can't just stop updating like this.
The two stories have only just begun; we must continue drawing them, drawing them until more people see them and spread them.
I'll draw until I reach the climax of the entire book from my previous life, then I'll stop updating.
This way, you can make money without having to bear the stigma of a failed project.
As long as I don't draw an ending, there won't be a bad ending.
"Ah." Shirakawa Natsu suddenly felt another heart palpitation and clutched his chest.
My head felt dizzy, as if due to lack of oxygen.
I took a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart: "Lately, I seem to be experiencing heart palpitations more and more frequently."
Shirakawa Natsu shook her head and began to draw on the sketch.
When he is focused on doing something, he can stop thinking about his health.
When Hashimoto Arina returned to her office, the bright smile from before was gone from her face.
She took out her phone, stared at the incoming call number on the screen, placed her finger on the redial button, and then moved it away.
He picked up another test report from beside his desk, read through it carefully, and then dialed the number again.
The call was answered after only one ring.
"I'm sorry, Auntie, I was with Xia just now."
"The medical examination report came out this afternoon."
“是的，但心脏移植手术即使手术成功后，1年，3年、5年和10年生存率也只有79.4%、71.9%、65.2%和45.8%”
"The surgery is very painful, Xia's body is very weak, the success rate is less than 10%, and she will also face postoperative rejection. We do not recommend surgery."
After she finished speaking, a sobbing sound came from the other end of the phone.
"Depending on individual physical condition, the time it takes to enter the late stage of heart failure can vary considerably, but it is usually about two to three months away."
"Auntie, please rest assured, I have always regarded him as my... younger brother."
Hashimoto Arina hung up the phone, propped her forehead up with her hands, and leaned on her desk.
She remained seated in that position until night fell outside the window.
She felt numbness in her arm and began to protest that her body couldn't stay in one position for too long.
Hashimoto Arina leaned back in her office chair, picked up the report with Shirakawa Natsu's picture on it, and carefully checked every single value on it again.
Her profession told her that there would be no miracles.
When the report was picked up, the manuscript that Shirakawa Natsu had brought over that morning was revealed underneath.
She picked up the manuscript again and began to carefully flip through it page by page.
Tears slowly dripped down.
She hurriedly moved the manuscript away, trying not to let it get wet with her tears.
Tears began to stream uncontrollably down her face.
"I wanted to be a mature adult, but I'm still such a wimp." Hashimoto Arina murmured as she wiped away her tears. "I can't cry. I have a date tomorrow. I can't let that kid see me."
……
Time comes the next day.
Before everyone woke up in the morning, Shirakawa Natsu took off her hospital gown and changed into a short-sleeved shirt and jeans.
He was good-looking, the kind of guy that girls would ask for his phone number, but unfortunately, he was a bit frail due to his health.
Hashimoto Arina was his attending physician, and they had already spoken to him beforehand.
He walked out of the hospital and about 100 meters away. Standing at the intersection, he looked up at his watch and realized he was 15 minutes early for the appointment.
The moment he looked up, his eyes were covered by a pair of hands.
A voice came from beside me: "We caught a wild handsome guy."
“Sister Youcai.” Shirakawa Natsumi grabbed her hand and turned to look at her.
Hashimoto Arina was wearing a beige top, a plaid skirt, and low-heeled shoes, giving off an exceptionally warm and cozy vibe, just like the gentle older sister next door.
But today she wore heavy makeup that didn't quite match her clothes, making her look much more mature and glamorous compared to when she was at the hospital.
"Hehe, Xia can recognize her sister immediately just by her voice." Hashimoto Arina covered her mouth and chuckled mischievously: "Could it be that you secretly recorded my voice and listened to it repeatedly?"
“Sister Yu-na, just having such thoughts is already quite perverted.” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. He could recognize her, of course, not because of her voice, but because of the powerful pressure on his back when Yu-na was close. Who else could it be but her?
"What's wrong with a woman being a pervert?" Hashimoto Arina laughed as she took his hand and cautiously looked around. "Let's go, don't let anyone else see us."
"Mmm." Shirakawa Natsumi was led by the hand, and they headed towards the tram station together.
He originally thought their first date would be a little awkward, but after Hashimoto Arina's antics, the atmosphere became unusually relaxed.
"Sister Yuzuri, where are we going today?" Shirakawa Natsu boarded the tram, looked around, and noticed that there were quite a few people dressed in strange costumes, which is the legendary cosplay.
I never expected to see it on the tram so early in the morning.
“Akihabara, of course,” Hashimoto Arina said with a smile. “There’s a big show there today, come with me to see it.”
"Uh." Shirakawa Natsu scratched his head. He didn't know if Hashimoto Arina was interested in these ACG things on her own, or if she thought he was a manga professional and that's why she was interested in them.
He looked around: "But there are really a lot of people, especially at this time of day when it's already crowded."
He had just finished speaking when someone bumped into him from behind, bringing the two of them closer together.
"And then there are the events, ah..."
He was nudged from behind again, and the two of them were almost pressed together.
The tram announced: "The doors will be closing soon."
Shirakawa Natsumi proactively extended her hand: "With Sister Cai here, I'll protect you."
After he finished speaking, he stood up straight, trying to make room for the vegetables.
The car door closed, and a tremendous force pushed me from behind.
Shirakawa Natsu found that she couldn't stand up at all and suddenly fell towards her.
Fortunately, the two were close enough that his face suddenly sank into two mounds of soft flesh.
Another squeezing sensation came from behind, and the two bodies were pressed together completely.
Suddenly, a pair of hands embraced his head, and Hashimoto Arina whispered in his ear, "It's okay, I'll protect you."
Shirakawa Natsu didn't speak, her mouth pressed against her chest, her back pressing against her repeatedly. It would be embarrassing if she drooled when she opened her mouth.
The trams in Dongguk were old and in disrepair, and the entire carriage swayed constantly as the trams moved along the tracks.
Shirakawa Natsu and Hashimoto Arina were pressed together, rubbing against each other as the phone shook.
He tried to lift his head, but Hashimoto Arina pressed it down with all her might; her strength was extraordinary.
As long as I don't see their faces, I won't feel awkward.
"Attention passengers getting off the bus."
As the tram doors opened, the feeling of being squeezed behind Shirakawa Natsumi instantly lessened.
"Let's go." Hashimoto Arina wrapped her arms around his and supported him, the two of them looking like a real couple.
"Wow, so many people." Shirakawa Natsu looked around. From the moment she got off the bus, it felt like she had entered another world.
The station was filled with anime and manga posters, young men and women dressed in outlandish costumes, and event notices were posted everywhere.
"Wow, that's the super famous croquette!" Hashimoto Arina grabbed Shirakawa Natsu's hand, dragged him to the front of the shop, and took a package of croquettes from the owner.
"Oh, why is there only one serving?" Shirakawa Natsumi pouted.
"Because you can only eat one breath." Hashimoto Arina held his lips to his and said in a vicious tone:
"You're only allowed to take a small bite."
"I understand." Shirakawa Natsu knew, of course, that Hashimoto Arina was using a method that was easier for him to accept to control his food intake.
The two then ate grilled squid.
"Seriously, if you don't want to be eaten, don't look so delicious!" Hashimoto Arina covered her face, then handed it to Shirakawa Natsu, still pouting and only allowing him to take one bite.
The event venues in Akihabara are nothing short of chaotic and disorderly.
There were also people selling adult books on the side.
"Sister Yu-Cai, have you ever tried cosplay?" Shirakawa Natsumi asked with a smile.
"Yes, Nanase Ren." Hashimoto Arina grinned mischievously and winked at him playfully.
Shirakawa Natsu shrugged; he didn't know him.
The two didn't wander around for long before finding a tea restaurant to sit down.
"I'm so tired." Hashimoto Arina slumped in her chair and smiled at the waiter, saying, "Two bottles of water, please."
Bai Chuanxia didn't notice that she was tired at all; she was just taking care of him.
“We’re just like any other couple now,” Hashimoto Arina suddenly said with a smile.
Chapter 8: Big or Small?
“We’re a couple now,” Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile, picking up a dessert from the table and taking a bite.