"Huh?? Shirakawa-san, why don't you make a sound when you walk! The girl who touched the fish was playing, and suddenly found that there was an extra person behind her, and said in shock: "Is my real life a horror game?" Trouble Shirakawa-san, can you have a little more human breath! ”

This sentence sounded long, but in Shirakawa Sawapei's ears, it naturally translated into a short sentence.

Shirakawa-san, please be a person.

"I haven't asked you yet, finished watching the movie?"

"I'm done."

"So, how do you feel?"

"The impression was amazing! That's why I can't wait to start working hard with Shirakawa-san! ”

"Huh? Enlightenment is good. Shirakawa Zehei nodded slightly, although I don't know why I suddenly didn't have the time to play games with the fishing girl, but since she has inspiration, let's start working.

"How are you going to divide the work, and I'll help you color? What else is there to do..."

"First of all, help me get through this level..."The fish girl said and stuffed a handle, and said to herself: "I just found out that there are hidden levels in this main story, and it seems that I can't operate your character with my ability... Come on, come on..."

Shirakawa Sawapei: "......"

This wave, this wave is a face-to-face arch fire.

I don't know if the girl who touched the fish didn't realize the mistake of her behavior at all, or the effect of her natural skills blinded her eyes, this thing actually took the initiative to invite him to play a game, Shirakawa Zehei just softened... The fist was hard again at this moment.

"Huh... Shirakawa-san... Don't drag me... Well?? I... I was wrong... Okay, I'm going to catch up... You let me go, I'm ashamed to be dragged by you... At the very least, you should carry me to the workbench! ”

With the help of Shirakawa Zehei, Ichishiki Yukawa finally picked up the pen and began to draw the draft of the next issue.

It's maddening to get into the fish state.,But the Ichishiki feather that enters the working state is also a little serious cute.。 What this guy said before didn't seem to be bragging, but now she thought about it at the table, and inspiration surged like a spring of water, and it appeared on the tip of her pen.

Shirakawa Zehei didn't say anything, for fear of breaking the serious state of the girl who touched the fish, and as the manuscripts were slowly thrown over, the surprise in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

Judging from this level, it's worthy of this guy's age as a high school student, he can gain a firm foothold in the fierce fandom and have a part of his own fans...

Now that this item has been restored, Shirakawa Zehei is also happy to be idle, except for helping to color the line drawings and tidying them up by the way, there are not too many things he can do.

There is no way, in order to ensure that his work can end as soon as possible, Shirakawa Zehei can only endure the humiliation for the time being, and first do the task of taking care of the cute Ichishiki Yu. In the process of her drawing, she basically fed the fat house happy water as long as she frowned, and gave a snack when she raised her eyes, and served her very thoughtfully.

Shirakawa Sawahei remembered the scene when he first played the game, and suddenly found that he had gradually become the appearance of a one-color feather brocade.

“……”

This always feels a bit of a loss, why don't you go back and find an opportunity to get some interest back from Yishiyu?

There was no word all night, and the fishing girl was in high spirits until five o'clock in the morning, and with the last stroke, the content of the next issue was finally completed.

"I'm so tired ~ Shirakawa-san!"

She just wanted to stretch and find Shirakawa Zehei next to her to celebrate, but the thin blanket covering her shoulders slipped down with her movements.

When am I...

The girl's expression couldn't help but be a little stunned, the room was quiet, only the ticking of the clock, and the sky outside the window was blocked by curtains, as if someone was worried that she would fall asleep in a hurry, and was awakened by the light.

The familiar face is only half a meter on the side of the table, because it is sleepy, it doesn't look as cold as usual, and the delicate and handsome face is a little better than when you are awake.

Ichishiki Haori looked at Shirakawa Zehei's face, lost his mind slightly for a while, and then walked over lightly and covered him with the thin blanket that had just slipped off. Then he held his chin and looked at this hateful and lovely face up close.

Shirakawa-san's nose bridge is so high.,Is the comic male protagonist? And the eyelashes too... It's a little cool...

Well... No, he seems to be the prototype of the male protagonist in my comics...

It's very reliable on weekdays like this.,In times of crisis.,It's even a special leave to come over to help a friend.,It seems like it's really what the comic man does...

It's not my own business, but you still accompanied me until so late...

I remember every little thing I said, and I understand the desire hidden in my eyes. Even if you pretend to be strong, you don't have to worry about no one to comfort you...

It's always been like this... Whether it's troublesome or self-talking... In front of Shirakawa-san, it seems that there is no need to disguise...

This feeling... It's reassuring...

Shirakawa-san, will you be the hero of my manga...

Inexplicably, such a thought appeared in the bottom of the girl's heart, and then her heart beat suddenly...

She exhaled in small breaths and looked at Shirakawa Zehei's gaze again, becoming a little timid.

The RPG game screen not far away is still bright, no one is operating, and the Ichishiki Feather Great Demon King and the brave Shirakawa on the screen are quietly looking at each other, the distance is the same as the two people outside the screen.

The slightest ambiguous emotion quietly arose between the Great Demon King of Isshiki Feather and the brave Shirakawa, and the girl who touched the fish retracted her gaze, subconsciously holding her hot little face, and there was an inexplicable emotion in her heart that began to breed, like vines growing wantonly in the wild, and soon filled her entire heart.

She trembled and took out her phone, found the line dialog box of her childhood sweetheart's sister, and began to type in a trembling way...

[It seems to be true.]