Great Mangaka

On Thursday, it was still morning reading time at Osaka's N.º 1 High School. However, at the school gate, Yamamoto-sensei was surprised to see Takumi get out of the car.

"Good morning, Director Yamamoto... Why did you come to pick me up in person?"

Takumi asked curiously.

"Of course I'm afraid Mirai-sensei will get into trouble." Yamamoto-sensei replied as he looked him up and down: "If I had known Mirai-sensei would show up like this, I wouldn't have done anything unnecessary."

Natural curly wig, large custom-made black-rimmed glasses, and a powdered, dull face—this is Takumi's current appearance. Although it's a simple disguise, it's enough for Yamamoto-sensei not to recognize him. The vice-principal was secretly surprised. It turns out that public figures are really amazing. Even their disguise techniques are very skillful.

Takumi was also very satisfied with this disguise. Alice feared he would be mobbed during the exam, so yesterday she specially taught him this simple and effective disguise technique. Takumi woke up in the morning and powdered his face. Looking in the mirror, he almost couldn't recognize that the gloomy, withered otaku reflected in his face was himself.

Yamamoto-sensei and Takumi entered the campus. He introduced him to the examination room and other details.

"It seems many students know your identity lately." The vice-principal smiled and said: "The seats will be messed up for the midterm exam. We've changed your alias. If Mirai-sensei isn't comfortable, you can also take the individual exam we prepared for you."

The school attaches great importance to Takumi's safety. He finally returned to school, and the administrators were very worried that other people would negatively influence him during the exam.

"No, I can take normal exams in this attire." However, Takumi refused. He has great confidence in his current cross-dressing: "It's a unique opportunity to come to school. I don't want to take the exam alone."

He always draws alone at home. Occasionally, he would like to experience the life of his peers. He didn't even tell Shiori that he had dressed up for this exam. He thought it was also a novelty to change identities and see the world.

So, in the morning, Takumi finished the exam among the crowd without being discovered. Many people passed by him without recognizing him, which made him very satisfied. He became bolder and simply stayed at school at noon, queuing for lunch in the cafeteria like ordinary people.

'What bad luck! I have midterms these two days and I'll miss Mirai-sensei's Weekly Shōnen.'

While queuing, Takumi heard two young people from another group talking amidst the noisy conversation.

"Yes, this 'Detective Conan' has three episodes, I really want to see what it's about... How about we go together this afternoon to find the second-year high school manga seller?"

Manga seller? Takumi was surprised. Are there manga sellers in this school? Osaka kids are very precocious and know how to do business from a young age...

"Good idea! Look over there, it's Shiori!"

. Suddenly, the boys started making noise. Takumi heard a familiar name and turned his head. Seeing the long-haired girl walking in front of the cafeteria, her face was cold and she looked very displeased.

"What is this guy doing here?"

Takumi quickly turned his head. He was a little nervous, wondering if Shiori would find him.

"Shiori is really beautiful. Will she be first in her grade again this time?"

"She doesn't look very well. Is she sick? But I think it's very unlikely she'll be first... She missed classes for two weeks a while ago."

"Oh, I forgot..."

As soon as Shiori appeared, all the topics surrounding Takumi focused on her. In addition to their studies, these teenagers usually worry more about girls. Shiori, academically excellent, beautiful, and with few scandals, is very popular at Osaka's N.º 1 High School.

"Why are you still bothering me when you're so popular?" Takumi asked, a little helpless. He believed that being friends with Shiori was the best option and he didn't want to get involved in male-female relationships.

Although he had never been in love, Takumi knew that love was the most complex and painful thing.

Shiori didn't seem to notice him. She finished her meal smoothly and left the cafeteria with ease. However, just when she thought she was safe, a jade hand patted his shoulder on the way.

"What are you playing at, Takumi?"

Shiori asked from behind. Takumi was eating an ice cream and almost froze his tongue when he brought it to his mouth: "How did you recognize me?"

He touched the wig; it was still there, and so were the glasses. Shouldn't the disguise be perfect?

"Huh? Do you think you can hide with a wig?" Shiori crossed her arms and smiled proudly: "Even if your appearance has changed, I remember your walking posture, your frequency, and your favorite movements, and I can recognize you in a crowd at a glance."

She discovered Takumi's disguise as soon as she entered the cafeteria, but there were too many students, so Shiori waited until that moment to unmask him. But Takumi felt strange; his walking posture, his frequency, and his favorite movements were no different from ordinary people's, and Shiori's observational skills were too meticulous. He didn't know if he could trust her.

"I haven't seen you in two weeks, you seem to have grown...".

At that moment, Shiori looked Takumi up and down and said.

"Wig." Takumi pointed to the wig, indicating that it had increased his height. However, Shiori shook her head and denied: "No, even without a wig, you're still a little taller than before."

Now, Takumi became interested: "How do you know that?"

"Eyebrows...". Shiori reached out and compared the height difference between her eyes and Takumi's eyebrows: "Although it's very subtle, you must have grown...".

"I know everything about you."

The girl's eyes sparkled, and her voice denoted pride.

Takumi was speechless. Grow in two weeks? It seemed silly. Even if he grew, it would only be a few tenths of a centimeter. Perhaps it couldn't even be measured, but Shiori said she could see it; only a fool would believe it.

"Have you played 'Fate/Stay Night'?" Takumi asked.

"No, why do you ask?"

Shiori asked, surprised.

"Because I feel like you're trying to win me over." Takumi raised his eyebrows. He is the ancestor of galgame in this world. Shiori is too naive to try to win him over with such tenderness.

"Takumi." Shiori was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "You're so cautious...".

She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad. Cautious people are unlikely to be unfaithful, but they are also very cruel. Shiori shook her head and stopped thinking about it. Instead, she smiled and said: "How are the sales of this issue of Weekly Shōnen?"

"I don't know."

Takumi shook his head. He didn't know that by noon, Weekly Shōnen had already driven readers crazy.

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