The writing essay that I hated the most when I was a student somehow became my current job, and it is only now that I understand what the teacher once said.

"Interest is useless, everyone has to do what they have to do."

But for someone like me, it's not exactly the case. I still love storytelling, and I just need to live my dreams.

But in this position now, it always feels like a confinement, although the truth is that the day has passed, and there are still 23 hours until the end of today.

Although it has been written almost, the idea is broken at the end. The ending is also a very important thing, after all, no one wants to see the end and the eunuch.

When I was writing this book, I would think about Sakura Hakura. The girl who keeps working hard, talent, hard work, no less. Where is the gap, if you don't have talent, you don't work hard, that's probably the case.

"It's annoying...... Can't write it......"

Even if it is a loud shout, it will not be transmitted, and no one will know.

"Sure enough, it's a prison, no wonder the manuscript has to be closed in a small black room, the pressure on the mind is too great."

I lay on my back in my chair and looked at the dark room, almost finished, almost finished.

I'm going to go to Sakurahaku's art exhibition after I've finished writing.,I've always been curious.,What Sakurabai's paintings look like.,The word defeat has sounded in my ears too many times.,I'm a little scared no matter what.。

The fingers kept tapping on the space bar, and the brain was like what was knocked out, empty, nothing.

The picture that I put at hand casually, there seem to be two small words in the lower right corner, and I didn't see it clearly at first glance.

stared at the light for a long time, only to realize that it was two words. The small words really hurt my eyes, but now the corners of my mouth are probably a little curvature.

"Yes, it's an agreement."

Sakura Bai is going to appear in my story, the Sakura Bai I saw, the Sakura Bai with an empty soul, the genius girl, the girl who can't do anything, the clumsy and distressing girl.

Put the picture in the pocket of your clothes, smile and write the codeword. Sakura Bai does everything very well, does everything so hard, Sakura Bai in my story, Sakura Bai in my eyes, inexplicably clumsy, peculiar clumsy.

Looking at the natural stay in other people's animations.,Looking at the natural stay that lives at home.,It's really.,Sure enough, there's no male protagonist's life.,It's true that it's plain.。

Shake off the mess in your head.,Inexplicably two hours have passed.,Promise Sakura Bai to do it.,Said to go to the art exhibition.,Said to write her into the story.。

The protagonists of the story are me and Sakurabai.,Facing the gap that can be seen in reality.,Write an ethereal storyline.,Thinking about how to catch up with Sakurabai in the distance.。

The ending gradually appears in the brain, and the content of a book must not be finished, and I don't know how many words I can write, which is very similar to taking one step at a time.

What do you have to do to catch up with such a famous painter? A story worthy of her paintings? Or become an existence equal to her position. In the end, I just think about it, after all, there is such a thing as a gap, where is it so easy to catch up.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, the first chapter was finally over, and although there was still a lot of work to be done, it was already a good work experience.