The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

Since the teacher does not make Inari sushi, I am sorry for the fairy, but I was taken home.

So, once again, the teacher's house. The Japanese-style room. With the green tea I brewed, the scent of the soup prepared by the teacher, and the demon king who had arrived in time because of the scent of the scent of the scent, we immediately started talking.

"So, it's not okay."

Yeah... I'd like to keep everything blank.

... yes.

"I don't know what to do if I can't step on it."

Yeah. I see. Yeah...

"In other words, I might write a new story from a blank sheet of paper." Are you going to make it? "

"Oh, that's right." We're still okay. We're still okay. My maximum speed is 25,000 characters a day, but I can't keep running at the maximum speed on the boulder, so if I keep writing 13,000 characters a day without a second hand, there are still 10 days until the deadline. I mean, we can still work something out. "

I see. What's the minimum speed?

"It's 3,000 characters..."

“Sheng Jin, I don't think it's okay.”

It wasn't all right. The teacher wasn't all right! Oh, my God!

"Hmm, I don't know what's going on..."

The teacher leaves his weight in the chair and starts relaxing.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not convinced myself... hmmm"

The teacher is curling up on top of herself and groaning on her throat. Looks like you're worried.

Um, Sensei?

There isn't much I can do about such a troubled teacher. [M] One thing is to make tea like you do now. And......

If it's okay with me, I'll become Azaru-san.

In other words, it's all about listening. The one the teacher gave me, the one I was doing to the teacher, but... buying this role and leaving. This is one of the things I can do for my teacher.

”... mmm, that's right”

The teacher finally regained about half of the weight he had deposited in the chair, then looked at me and roared again... no, just letting his back go away from the back of the chair.

"It's kind of weird to tell you this, but... sorry Togo." Can you hang out with me for a bit? "

Of course!

I sit opposite my teacher with some happiness. [M] For some reason, the demon king was sitting beside the teacher and pouring tea into the hot water for the demon king that he had brought sometime. Tea pouring after the first cup is generally self-service in this house. It seemed like the Demon King was following suit.

"Okay. Well, actually..."

The teacher also took a sip of tea and said... to get lost.

"... I don't really want to end it."

"...... what's the end?"

“Yeah, I don't really want to write the ending of 'The mochi I painted today is delicious' either.”

I wonder what that means. While I was listening, the teacher took another sip of tea... and stroked the Demon King's head, which was just right next to him, as he spoke.

"For a story to be a story, it must be complete. But... I just don't want this to end somehow. The point is....."

The teacher asked me to turn around while staring at the hot water bottle.

"I don't think I want to put an 'end' to your story."

"... itinerant"

Somehow, I think I understand what the teacher wants to say.

... you wrote this story because you wanted to give me a happy world. That's why I don't want to put an end to it.

Happiness has no end. I think so, too. Though it's my fault...

"... that's why I have to write the manuscript, Doctor."

"That's right!" Exactly! Exactly! Togo! "

This time, the teacher leaned against the chair and slipped sloppily as he moaned, "Ahhhh". Then the teacher slipped under the desk, and the teacher's lap came as he slipped next to me across from the desk. You've slipped a lot, Doctor.

"No, I know it's me." You are you, and what I am writing is fiction. It's for me, it's for me, it's for me. It has nothing to do with you. [M] You know that, don't you? But hey.... "

The teacher moaned, and... for some reason, he gradually stepped under the desk, on the tatami mat, and came out towards me sitting.

"I wrote with a wish for your happiness, so that's how my heart feels!" Troublesome! "

"Oh, no, Doctor."

"That's right! That's not good! That's not even good for your heart!"

Finally, the teacher's head came out from under the desk properly, so I stroked it as good as good. You're always stroking me, so I'll stroke you. [M]

The teacher's hair is different from anyone in this forest. It's a bit of habitual hair, and it feels more fluffy than smooth. Ryan's hair is a habitual hair, but it's a smoother, smoother hair... erm, it feels like a combination of Ryan's hair and Phoenix's chest hair. That's not true.

Oh, I can't believe the day is coming when I can stroke Togo

Yeah.

That's how it feels when you stroke the teacher's head. Then the Demon King stretched out his tail and stroked his p * ssy, p * ssy.

The teacher was stroking us for a while, but when he was stroking too much, the teacher was going to fall asleep, so he stopped from my side. This man has to write a manuscript because he's not sleeping!

"Well, that's right." I can't feel my own way anymore. "

Therefore, the teacher sat down again in the chair opposite me. [M] For some reason, he went back to the other side from under the desk. It would be nice for the teacher to go around the desk and come back as usual, but not to do so.

"It's really weird that you're going to do this kind of consultation yourself, but..."

"Well, that's it, that's it, that's it."

Even for me, it feels a little strange to be consulted about the story I'm modeling, but I'm still proud to be qualified. After all, I've known my teacher for a long time!

"Well then, maybe you should take someone other than me as the protagonist." Let's start by rewriting the name for now.... "

"No, I wouldn't say that." In the first place, this is about the line of sight of the birds, but this, somehow... uuuu, I'm not going to be able to switch my head. "

I see. Well, if that's the case, then it can't be helped. I don't want to say it because I know how hard it is to tell you to switch the feeling that you can't switch.

I don't know if I can stay that way.

The teacher blurred and began to stroke the next demon king with his fufu. The demon king was in a good mood as he stroked his teeth. When I look at the demon king who cries out in a relaxed voice, I feel relaxed. Maybe we should have a demon king when we're stuck.

"Then maybe we should end up with something like 'It's still going on'."

”That's right... that's the best way to do it, huh...”

Yeah. I think I'm saying the most reasonable thing.... but the teacher still seems to be bothered and can't organize his feelings.

... that's how much you care about me, so I feel a little happy for me. No, I know it's not a good idea to be happy when your teacher is in trouble.

"There's no such thing as a good idea...... uuuu"

Thank you for your hard work.

I can't help much with the problem of not coming up with an idea. [M] I don't think I can come up with many ideas that the teacher can't come up with, and even if there are only ideas that I can come up with, it's mostly not for novels.

Therefore, I decided to work on stroking the lap of the teacher, who came sideways from the chair. No, this time, I was weaker than before, so it was up to the teacher's lap that I came out on the side where I was sitting. So, if you can't stroke your head, I'll stroke it with my knee. My right knee is in charge. [M] On the left, I was in charge of the Demon King.

"... it might be easier to write another story than that."

Then the teacher, who was stroking our lap, suddenly blurted out.

Is that so?

I think it would be easier for me to rewrite the story I already wrote. Especially in situations where the deadline is imminent.

“Yeah, I'm passionate about whatever I have in mind. I'm sorry if I don't pour it. That means work is faster if you don't think too much about it."

That's what it is. Sure enough... well, yeah. In other words, the teacher is very interested in me, so I'm a little happy again.

"If you burn back one of the stories you wrote appropriately and extend it to the size of a single bunkbook..."

Therefore, while we stroked the teacher's lap without any particular meaning, the teacher gripped and opened his toes, and instead was troubled by the troubles as he moved. I don't know whether it's really faster to write something other than "Today's mochi is delicious", so I have no choice but to watch my teacher seriously worry about it like this.

"... hey, Sensei"

But, maybe... if you're bothered here, I'm sure it's something like this.

"I'd like to see it." The end of "The mochi painted today is also delicious",

The teacher wants to complete the story, and he doesn't want to complete it.

I'm sure it's because there are contradictions, but now the teacher is lost.