Sakura Bai looked at me, and after a while, she turned her head and continued to paint, it turned out that this girl who couldn't even wear clothes was a painter of this level......

After a while, Kuang and Ren returned, and after a brief celebration, the sky had slowly lost its color, and before I knew it, it was night, and Kuang pulled me to go out to buy something, and in the drag of Kuang, I walked to the store.

"How does it feel to live with a genius girl?"

"What's going on?"

"Illustrators who draw illustrations for you, aren't they?"

I smiled, not knowing how to answer for a while, I always felt ...... Do you really deserve to work with such a powerful person?

"Are you worried about something, or are you worried?"

"No," I replied subconsciously.

"Your expression is distorted, let me guess, are you worried that you won't be worthy of someone?"

Should I say that my intuition is accurate, I sighed helplessly and did not answer.

"Actually, don't worry, at least your work makes Sakura Bai quite satisfied." It was as if Kuang had seen through my thoughts, but the next moment, I also saw the loss on Kuang's face.

"Senpai?"

"Actually, I envy you too."

"You are already a professional, and I am still very different from a first-line novelist, why do you envy me."

"The script I made, every time I look at it at first glance, I will be flurched, although she doesn't say it, but I know that my script can't shock her, maybe it's just because of my childhood sweetheart that I can make a script for her like this."

"Maybe your script is pretty good?"

Her new short film, just a three-minute short animation, has already received more than 50,000 views, and three well-known animation companies have sent messages asking her to make a feature. My script probably doesn't really compare to what she makes with it. ”

The quiet along the way, maybe because we all have the same worries, maybe we are ashamed. Because of this same thought, I understand the reason why each other is silent at this moment.

As soon as I returned to the room, I saw pity pestering Sakura. When she saw me come back, Sakurahiro suddenly hid behind my back.

"Pity senior, what are you doing again?"

"Lijiu! She doesn't show me what she draws! ”

After arguing for a while, Kuang dragged Ren away. There were only two people back in the room.

"What do you want to see?"

"Comics."

"Huh? Aren't you a painter and illustrator? Why do you even want to draw comics? ”

"I want to help you more."

I froze for a moment, not knowing how to talk to her.

"Sakurahaku, can you tell me about your dreams?"

"Dream...... No. ”