"Is your manuscript ready?"

"I'm more than half done, and yesterday I was so inspired... But..."

Hearing this, however, Shirakawa Zehei immediately understood the words behind the fishing girl.

"In other words, you didn't do anything serious last night, did you?"

"What! I didn't! The girl who touched the fish puffed up angrily: "I just suddenly found the feeling of being in love, and then I felt that those yesterday still failed to meet the standards in my mind, so I plan to redraw." ”

"It's so demanding, it's really not like you."

"Even if it's me, there are times when I'm serious." The girl who touched the fish held her little face, her eyes seemed to be glued to Shirakawa Zehei's back, and she smiled sweetly: "Shirakawa-san~"

"Huh?"

"Can you continue to help me tonight?"

"Didn't I say it, from the time I was through the crisis in your comics, I can help you."

"Hee-hee... I knew that Shirakawa-san was the best~"

Shirakawa Zehei glanced back at her strangely, and said in his heart that the tone and content of this thing were faintly in a tendency to move closer to the moon?

A soft and glutinous tone like this has always been a form that only shows when Tsukimi asks me... Could it be that the girl who touched the fish learned from her?

Usually when I help you, why don't I see you so caring?

A lot of doubts flashed, because the fishing girl has always been strange, and occasionally becomes cute and lovely, it seems that there is nothing surprising about it.

"So, the results of your work yesterday are going to be torn down and repainted?"

"Hmmm! Tear down and redraw! The little cutie of Isshiki Yu looked full of confidence and said with confidence: "The previous one was not good enough, of course I can't ask for it!" Now I have a hundred times more confidence to complete this comic work! ”

"A hundredfold?"

When Shirakawa Zehei heard this, his face was a little strange, and he said in his heart that I was afraid that I didn't meet some white-bearded old man in a dream to give advice... All of a sudden, so confident...

Well? Anyway, it seems that what I just dreamed of was me... Could it be that in the dream of the fishing girl, I am the white-bearded old man who taught her to draw comics?

It seems like... It seems that this is really possible!

"Then good luck. However, if you tear down and redraw, you will definitely not be able to catch up with today's final delivery date. ”

"This is also something that can't be helped, didn't Shirakawa-san say it too? Instead of using a perfunctory manuscript that has not changed, it is better to really let the readers see my changes! ”

"Have you changed?"

"Of course I've changed, can't you see Shirakawa-san?"

Hearing the words of the fish-touching girl, Shirakawa Zehei subconsciously glanced at her, and was very surprised to find her changes.

Pajamas are neatly buttoned? It's just an amazing change... Usually I come out in a state of sleep, and I won't tie it until he reminds me... What's going on today? Actually tidy up the meter in the room?

But why is the final outfit still wrapped in a small blanket? Is this intentional or unintentional?

"Miss Morihara, would you like to talk about it?"

"Hmm... I'll give her a call after dinner, and apologize by the way. ”

"Okay."

"Shirakawa-san, I want to eat an omelet, is that okay?"

“……”

The strange fishing girl didn't have to wait long for her breakfast, and on the way to eat, she dialed the number of a new editor, ready to accept the stormy criticism from the editor.

However, unexpectedly, Yuna Morihara, who was on the other side, didn't answer Isshiyu's call at the beginning as expected, and then started talking... The phone rang several times, and in the end, it didn't even answer.

Ichishiki Feather Brocade was stunned, and looked at Shirakawa Zehei in a bit of a panic.

"It's broken, it's broken... Miss Morihara can't be blocking me... This is the first time I've dragged a draft! Don't bring such! ”

"You mean you're going to drag it out later?"

"That's... That's for later... Shirakawa-san, you're so annoying. The girl who touched the fish said angrily.

"What now... Am I really going to be cut in half... Woo woo, I've obviously found the feeling of being in love, why is this happening... Wouldn't the gods favor the Pure Lovers? Why is this happening..."

"So far..."

"What to do?" As if grasping a life-saving straw, the girl skillfully hugged Shirakawa Zehei's arm: "Shirakawa-san, now I only have you by my side, you can't leave me." ”

"I've heard you say this many times." Shirakawa Zehei complained ruthlessly: "Of course, the way now is to make another phone call, otherwise what else?" ”

"Huh? Only... It's as simple as that? ”

With tears in her eyes, the fishing girl dialed Yuna Morihara again, and fortunately, the editor on the other side quickly picked up the phone this time and fed her.

"Miss Morihara..."Ichishiki Haruki was surprised, "Thank goodness, you finally answered the phone..."

"Huh? Is it a black and white teacher? Sorry, I was a little busy here just now..."There was a constant jumble of voices on the other end of the phone, footsteps, questioning, and other editors' conversations on the phone, which sounded very messy.

"Miss Moriyahara... Over there..."

"Sorry, there's a call coming in, you wait a few minutes..."

"Whoa..."

Yuna Morihara didn't hang up the phone call, and seemed to turn his head to pick up the office phone again, and the situation over there seemed to be a mess of porridge, and after a while, Yuna Morihara replied in a tired voice.

"I've kept you waiting... Black and white teacher..."

"It doesn't matter...", the guilty fishing girl hurriedly said that she didn't care, she cautiously tentatively said: "That... About me missing and not answering the phone these days... And the next issue..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Black and White... The next anniversary of the manga issue may be postponed..."Yuna Morihara's tone seemed to have a deep depression in his tone, explaining: "At the moment when all the proofs were sent to the printing house, a fire broke out in the warehouse of the printing house, and although there were no casualties, the manuscript could no longer be used..."

"That's... Doesn't the magazine have a backup of the manuscript? The girl who touched the fish was stunned.

"Yes, but part of the backup manuscript was damp by the rain because some careless employees left without closing the windows... I can't help it..."

"The rest of the manuscript can't support an issue of comics no matter what..."

"That's... Are there any backups from the other teachers..."

Yuna Morihara sighed again: "This kind of thing is unlikely, the manga artists are some careless guys... Very few people will back up their manuscripts... Ah no, black and white teacher, I'm not talking about you... I'm talking about the old cartoonists..."

The girl who touched the fish was praised so that her old face turned red, and her heart was unconsciously a little weak...