To be honest, Tomoe wasn't in a good mood, so she didn't really want to go.

But … even though Takeshi Takeshi said that he didn't care, he was watching her reaction from the corner of his eye.

"I was called to the office today."

Tomoe grumbled as she took out her keys to open the door. "When Aizawa sensei gets serious … it's a bit scary."

So that's why this woman looked so dejected?

Takeshi Takeshi caught Tomoe's movements from the corner of his eye and didn't say anything.

After putting away her bag, Tomoe turned around and locked the door.

"After dinner, I have a request."

"What is it?" Takeshi Takeshi asked casually.

Tomoe curled her lips, suddenly clenched her fist, and swung it at Takeshi Takeshi's face.

Her movement was sudden, but Takeshi Takeshi didn't disappoint her and nimbly dodged it.

"You don't want to fight with your personality?"

"If you lose, call me daddy!"

Takeshi Takeshi revealed an evil grin and said the bet.

He was still bothered by what happened before and felt that he could wash away his shame.

The two of them walked into Takeshi's house one after the other. As soon as they entered, Takeshi Takeshi immediately felt that Tomoe seemed to have entered a special mode and changed into a different person.

Her words were soft and her movements were elegant. She was completely like a weak young lady.

Who was the woman who carried him and ran for dozens of meters?

Damn it!

This was exactly the same as Midaya Dehisa's behavior of hiding his personality.

Thinking of this name, Takeshi Takeshi inexplicably felt a stomach full of anger.

Although she didn't know why, Tomoe was still very happy to see Takeshi Takeshi wolfing down his food with a murderous look in his eyes.

This was the best way to fight!

Compared to torturing those noobs in the game, it was much more satisfying.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Auntie." After eating, Tomoe smiled sweetly and said goodbye to Takeshi. "I'll invite you to my house next time."

"Sheng Ji, send her off."

"Ah, I'll be back later."

When he came out of the house, there were already a few stars in the sky.

Explosive Tycoon Sheng Ji raised the corner of his mouth and clenched his fingers until they made cracking sounds.

Looking at the young man's anxious look, Tomoe rubbed her stomach: "No, I just ate, I can't do strenuous exercise. Let's take a walk first.

Is there a place with fewer people nearby? "

It would be troublesome if the police were called over because of the concern of a zealous person.

"There's a garbage dump by the sea. No one goes there."

"Eh?

Really? "

They had been to the beach during their morning exercise. The scenery there was beautiful, and they had even watched the sunrise. Therefore, Tomoe was skeptical of Takeshi Takeshi's words.

She followed behind Takeshi Takeshi and looked at his narrow waist and broad shoulders. All kinds of data flashed through her mind.

Oh no … This guy's figure is much more standard than Green Peak's. If I draw him, I'll probably get a good review during the live broadcast.

Green Peak has been playing basketball since he was a child. How did this guy train?

While thinking about nonsense, Takeshi Takeshi finally stopped in front of her.

He looked at the beach and frowned: "When did this place become so clean?"

Because of the large furniture that had been abandoned over the years, the beach should have a lot of garbage that was difficult to remove.

Tomoe shook her head: "Idiot!

I just moved here, how would I know? "

In the dim night, dark blue water surged to the shore from time to time.

After the fine sand was soaked, small shellfish were left behind.

"Well, that's not important anyway."

Takeshi Takeshi took off the jacket of his school uniform and threw it to the side. He loosened his tie, and sparks flashed between his palms: "Come on, tangerine head!"

"I really don't like you calling me that!

Zhi Hui gritted her teeth furiously. "You're the one who's better than yourself!"

She lowered her upper body slightly, clenched her hands into fists, and ran sideways to attack the boy who was showing a disdainful smile.

— — Personality can go berserk?

— — Attack classmates?

— — Who cares about that?

— — But it was hard to deny.

After all, the characters she liked in the dream world were not just heroes of justice.

The emotions that erupted in her heart all turned into fierce punches. Takeshi Takeshi, who was forced back step by step, could only dodge.

He didn't underestimate Tomoe and calmly looked for an opportunity.

Since childhood, he had been determined to surpass Ormet and become the strongest hero. It wasn't a joke.

Takeshi Takeshi had put in more effort than ordinary people, and he was a frequent visitor to places like martial arts schools.

However, these efforts usually only turned into "He's really talented" in the mouth of outsiders.

It was a simple sentence, but it was actually more like a denial.

After attacking for a long time without success, Zhi Hui's breathing rhythm was inevitably disrupted for a moment.

Takeshi Takeshi saw the opportunity. When he sidestepped her punch, he grabbed her wrist and tried to throw her to the sand.

He was already very strong!

Really!

But what kind of monster was this opponent?!

So strong!

"I told you not to take it for granted."

Tomoe also grabbed Takeshi Takeshi's arm, "In fact, before the skills test, my personality was just" high-speed painting "."

She used all her strength and easily pressed Takeshi Takeshi to the sand.

"I originally wanted to become a hero without relying on personality. In the end, because of personality, I was criticized or something … It's hard to accept."

"Are you a kindergarten kid?"

Takeshi Takeshi roared and wanted to use his waist to get up from the ground, "You don't need personality to become a hero, are you crazy?"

Tomoe didn't give him the chance and easily pressed his shoulder with her elbow.

Originally, she wanted to beat him to vent her anger, but now that she looked closer, Takeshi Takeshi's face was quite handsome.

Moreover, the loosened collar and collarbone were clear …

"F * ck, where the f * ck are you looking at?" Seeing that Tomoe was looking elsewhere, Takeshi Takeshi directly cursed.

At this time, there was a weak voice of disbelief, "Ka-chan, Atobe classmate?"

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw Dehisa in sportswear. His white sportswear was dark with sweat.

Green Valley's entire person was a little scared.

It was scary enough for a girl to press down on a boy, and the one being pressed down was the usually strong Takeshi Takeshi.

What … what was going on?

He didn't know why, but his cheeks were red.

Takeshi Takeshi suddenly realized that his current situation was very embarrassing. He looked back at Tomoe who was looking down at him and gritted his teeth, "Let go of this uncle."

Tomoe didn't let go of his wrist and whispered, "Twice."

"Huh?!"

"I don't need you to call me daddy, just be my model."

"What the hell?"

"Choose, model, or daddy."

"F * ck, let go."

Takeshi Takeshi saw that Midaya Dehisa was about to move closer. He gritted his teeth and made the choice. "Model."

Tomoe let go of him and saw the boy flip up from the sand like a carp, glaring at Midaya Dehisa.

He obviously had a lot of hostility towards Midaya Dehisa.

"Trash Jiu, why are you here?"

Takeshi Takeshi's cold red eyes stared at the guy who was supposed to be an otaku, and a faint guess arose in his heart.

Midaya Dehisa reflexively shrunk his shoulders, but when he saw Tomoe standing to the side, he suddenly calmed down, "I … am here to train."

He thought that Takeshi Takeshi would say something, but unexpectedly, the blonde boy just picked up the jacket on the ground and threw it over his shoulder.

"You've been annoying me since you were young."

— — The only reason why he ran to the beach was that Midaya Dehisa knew that this was no longer the original garbage dump.

His arms, which were half sleeves, also had muscles that didn't look like they could be trained in a day or two.

The disappearance of the garbage here must have something to do with him.

Takeshi Takeshi walked past Midaya Dehisa expressionlessly.

The fight didn't end, but the model in his hands couldn't just slip away.

Tomoe wanted to chase after him, but Midaya Dehisa clenched his fist and shouted, "Za … Atobe classmate.

Can we talk? "

"Hmm?

What's the matter? "

"That … that."

Midaya Dehisa hesitated for a moment before continuing, "When you use your personality, your whole body seems to glow … a very warm smile.

Don't … don't be sad anymore. "

"Sad?"

"When I was running today, I happened to see you coming home … You seemed very disappointed."

Midaya Dehisa concealed the reason why he said these words, but it wasn't a lie. "That's why I wanted to encourage you."

"Thank you." Tomoe responded with a smile and quickly walked away.

Painting was a good way to calm down.

After catching up with Takeshi Takeshi, Tomoe thought that he had promised her, so she directly pulled him back to her house.

Takeshi Takeshi naturally refused!

After living in this area for so many years, not only did he know every household, but he was also familiar with everyone's faces.

How could he be pulled by someone else's hand?!

His struggling made Tomoe stop in her tracks.

Of course, she had to stick to what she wanted to do until the end.

Tomoe didn't hesitate to grab Takeshi Takeshi's hand and pick him up.

Under the unimaginable strength of her hand, Takeshi Takeshi experienced what it meant to be extremely embarrassed.

What the hell? Even if he didn't see Tomoe as a weak girl, wasn't it too much to be carried in a princess carry?!

Why was he unable to dodge!?

"Crazy woman, let me down!"

"No, I can't let you run away," Tomoe muttered to herself. "Next time, I'll have you call me by my name. I really don't like nicknames."

"I already promised you that I won't run away!"

"Okay."

Tomoe had her own personal art studio.

After she turned on the lights, the layout of the room was obvious.

Apart from easels and drawing tools, there were also many posters on the walls. It was filled with the otaku atmosphere.

Takeshi Takeshi looked around and discovered that he only recognized two of the men and women on the posters.

One was the rubber doll from the other day, and the other was the bald man.

Tomoe kindly brought Takeshi Takeshi a chair with an armrest and a carton of milk for him.

Takeshi Takeshi finished the milk in a few gulps and sat down on the chair as promised.

"Just use the position you're most comfortable with." After saying this, Tomoe adjusted the color.

Takeshi Takeshi irritably propped his head up on the armrest and stared at Tomoe. His eyes were so fierce that it looked like he was going to eat someone.

After drawing dozens of pictures in a row, Tomoe let the model go. Before she sent him off, she didn't forget to say, "Next time, do you want to draw outside?"