Chapter 187 I plan to go to the hot spring alone, but something seems wrong
Mrs. Yukino is putting away her musical instruments. When she heard everyone talk about the hot spring, she couldn’t help but glance at her: "Oda-kun seems to be very interested in the hot spring."
"Ahem, actually what I thought was that I forgot to go to the national park." Oda Shingo quickly explained.
Toudo Xiangcheng laughed at the side: "No need to explain, Oda-sensei, I understand. It's a pity that your intentions are wrong. I checked, and the large baths in Hakodate have separate baths for men and women."
Oda Shingo rolled his eyes.
But subconsciously, I glanced at Mrs. Yukino, who was bending over to install the instrument.
So mellow...
But Mrs. Yukino stood up and said immediately: "I'm not used to going to public baths, and I especially don't want to enter the hot springs where monkeys have bathed. Also, it's summer, and the water in the public baths is very poor."
Namikaze Yukuru also said: "It seems that bathing in hot springs in summer is a bit of an atmosphere."
For most people, the feeling of snowflakes floating outside the soup pool is the best.
But Todo Xiangcheng tilted his head and imagined: "It will be fun to soak in the hot spring with the monkeys at first, but it will also become uncomfortable gradually."
"Can I find a place to stay in the hotel?" Oda Shingo tried to remember.
"Look! I said he had bad intentions!" Todo Kouchi pointed at Oda Shingo and shouted.
Okay, I won't say anything. Oda Shingo turned around and pretended to continue painting.
Mrs. Yukino suddenly smiled: "If it is a private hot spring, have you forgotten that this hotel has it? I deliberately excluded male employees from this hotel, so you can enjoy the hot spring with confidence. And it is a natural hot spring, not an artificial hot spring. oh."
"Huh?!" Todo Kouchi and Namikaze Yukuru clapped their hands, as if they had read the sign.
Oda Shingo also remembered that there was a sign on the first floor pointing to the direction of hot soup.
At this time, Oda Shingo's cell phone rang.
It's Assistant Okita's phone number.
[Mr. Oda, the Cartoonists Association’s 2023-2024 Japanese Manga Appraisal Conference will be held next month! ]
"The one I was nominated for for Best Newcomer? I almost forgot about it."
[There must be a long period of time between nominations and official awards. This is also the result of the game of interests of all parties. The Lecture Club, the Student Hall, and the Springfield Bookstore all have nothing to offer in comics this year. ]
“You can just brag about it when you publish the book, right?”
[After all, it is a great honor! The great comics masters in the past, such as An Dafeng from "noutouch", also won this honor back then. Now Mr. Oda, you can say that you are sure of winning the Newcomer Award! I don’t believe they dare to award Nobuhiro Watsuki! ]
"Whether I award it to him or not will not affect my work."
[Oda-sensei is always humble. Then I will make an appointment for you to attend the on-site awards ceremony next month? ]
"Can I not go?" Oda Shingo is not too interested in awards, but he still wants to make money by drawing comics.
"You should be present just for the nomination, not to mention you have a very high chance of winning!"
"It delays me making money."
"It's only half a day. The star effect after attending will definitely be earned through fame and sales."
"Hasn't the Cartoonists Association's awards always had a bad reputation in the past two years?"
"Uh, yes. But that doesn't affect the Cartoonists Association's first position."
After some persuasion from Assistant Okita, Oda Shingo finally agreed to attend.
After hanging up the phone, Oda Shingo glanced at Mrs. Yukino: "Hey, don't help me with this award."
"..."
This was the first time Oda Shingo saw that Mrs. Yukino seemed to have rolled her eyes at him.
This even made Oda Shingo suspect that he had seen it wrong.
Although it was only for a moment, it was definitely there.
Oda Shingo rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, a typical example of being sentimental...
Next, continue working.
After it was time to rest in the evening, Oda Shingo received a line text message.
It’s from Todo Xiangcheng: [We went to the hot springs, you are not allowed to come over! ]
This time it was Oda Shingo's turn to roll his eyes and didn't reply to her at all. The next morning, after Oda Shingo woke up and ate something, he suddenly thought that the hot spring should be deserted at this time.
He first rinsed off in the bathroom of the room, then took a large towel and tiptoed to the corridor, then softly went downstairs and followed the signs to the direction of the hot springs.
Japanese people always wash their bodies before bathing in hot springs, which is completely different from the Northeastern Chinese custom of soaking in hot water and rubbing their bodies.
You're all here, let me enjoy the hot springs too.
Oda Shingo walked forward and realized that this was actually a closed corridor specially built towards the hot springs.
It was quiet all the way along.
After walking unsteadily for three minutes, they arrived at a completely enclosed courtyard.
There is no sign indicating men's bath and women's bath. It seems that this kind of villa hotel is for private use and there is no need to distinguish so much.
Walking inside, a faint smell of sulfur comes.
It is said that this is the unique taste of natural hot springs. Of course, many artificial hot springs will also deliberately add such olfactory deceptive agents.
The first thing I walked to was the outer hall rest room, which had leisure chairs and some automatic beverage equipment.
Japanese people like to drink a glass of milk after taking a bath. In recent years, more and more people like coffee and iced drinks, so these two drinks are mainly available in beverage machines.
Further inside is the dressing room.
The dressing room is also very high-end, and the wooden boxes for storing clothes have combination locks. There are some unopened white towels and bathrobes neatly placed on the access rack.
Oda Shingo looked at it and saw that many boxes were closed. He found an open one and put his clothes in it.
There was no need to enter the shower room. He followed the Japanese habit, took a small towel and put it on his head and walked inside.
Gently push open the partitioned opaque glass door, and with the gentle sound of running water, a large puff of white mist comes oncoming.
Is there such heavy fog in summer?
Oda Shingo could only vaguely see that the entire hot spring room was a large enclosed courtyard with an electronically controlled glass curtain on the roof.
The advantage of the electronically controlled suspended glass curtain is that it can be changed to transparent or opaque at any time.
However, this design is similar to a glass greenhouse. Although there will be no snow in winter, the closed temperature will be higher in summer.
However, it is estimated that the control system will control it well and automatically turn on the color function to reduce the amount of sunlight entering.
At this moment, the early morning sunlight shines directly in, giving the hot spring room in the mist a faint golden halo.
Due to the fog, the visual range is not large, but it can still be seen vaguely within one or two meters.
Oda Shingo stepped on the cobblestone ground cautiously and walked forward slowly.
As soon as you walk on this surface, the feeling of massaging the soles of your feet comes, and you can enjoy the charm of a hot spring.
It would be great if you could soak in hot spring eggs or Piaohu wine. Oda Shingo expressed regret in his heart, but there must be no service staff at such an early hour.
I explored my feet and found that the temperature of the hot spring water was slightly higher, but it felt very comfortable.
Oda Shingo slowly descended into the hot spring pool, took a few steps, turned around, and then fully immersed himself in the pool.
"Oh - it feels so comfortable -!" In the warm mist, Oda Shingo let out a beautiful breath.
However, the water mist is sometimes thick and sometimes light, and I always feel like something is wrong...
Soon he knew what was going on.
Not far away from me, a figure gradually emerged in the mist...
"Ori, Ori, Oda-kun, kun?" Namikaze Yukaku's trembling voice came.
(End of chapter)