"Fine, but..." Jiraiya trailed off.
"Shut up. No buts. You're not writing any more books like this, understood?" Dave snapped.
"Fine... I won't write them anymore," Jiraiya said dejectedly.
"Jiraiya in Bed 438 still needs to pay his overdue surgery, bed, and medication fees. He's several days behind already. If he doesn't pay, the hospital will throw him out." Just then, a nurse entered the room and looked helplessly at Jiraiya.
"I... I've made a little money writing these past few days, but I'm still short. Could the hospital give me a few more days...?" Jiraiya hurriedly asked.
"The hospital already gave you another three days beyond the original deadline. If you still don't pay... there really isn't anything we can do," the nurse said, looking rather sympathetic.
"How much does he owe? I'll pay it. I'm his family," Dave said, quickly standing up.
"Whew, thank goodness." Hearing Dave's words, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief.
After Dave returned...
"Uncle Dave... thank you... but you've seen my situation... If I don't write books... I can't support myself," Jiraiya said, choking up.
"I'm not saying you can't write books. The problem is, you can't keep writing this kind of book," Dave said with a soft sigh.
"But aside from knowing a bit about this relationship stuff, I don't know jack shit about anything else," Jiraiya said with a bitter smile.
Dave stared at Jiraiya for a long time... then... sighed...
"Oh, fine. Let me give you a few pointers. But don't you dare tell anyone I taught you," Dave warned with a sigh.
"Okay!" Though a little bewildered, Jiraiya nodded.
An hour later...
Jiraiya's face was brimming with excitement...
"My adorable sister-in-law," "Icha Icha Paradise," "My playful big sister," "A chance encounter with my classmate's mother."
Jiraiya looked at the