One night until more than five o'clock in the morning, as Mashiro said, she did not let Excellence sleep, instructed Excellence to do this and that on the bed, and sometimes pestered Excellence to do various compositional experiments, causing Excellence to have a feeling of losing something called "dignity". However, thanks to this, Excellence was able to see the picture of how Mashiro sneaked under the table to sleep, and it wasn't a spontaneous sleep, but a feeling of habit like an animal, and Mashiro didn't have the strength to go to the bed, probably because he put all his strength on the manga until the hP ran out, so even the way he slept was messed up.

Mashiro was still drawing manga on the table a moment before he fell asleep. Later, he slowly took a nap, and when he reached the limit, he instinctively rolled off the chair deftly. Then, in order to avoid the brightness of the fluorescent lamp, he crawled on the floor with his last strength, rolled into his clothes and **pants, and sneaked under the table, which was such a way of sleeping that made Excellence feel incredible.

Lying on the bed of the real white, being tossed by the real white all night, the excellence who was very sleepy, looking at the real white who was curled up and asleep, the sleeping face that felt completely relieved, and hid his head, but he didn't hide his hips and feet, smiled helplessly, and the excellence got up and walked over to help her cover the blanket, and then the real white seemed to be itchy and awkward, although it was extremely cute, but at this time the excellence didn't have much energy to care, he dragged his heavy body to the side of the real white bed and lay down.

After saying just one word "Eurasian Smith", Excellence closed his eyes and fell asleep.

At half past six o'clock, the corridor of Sakuraso was filled with the fresh air of the morning, and at this time, Excellence opened his eyes due to the law of the biological clock, and Excellence had only slept for less than an hour.

"Ha~~~" yawned, and Zhuo Zhuo rubbed his eyes, "I guess I can't listen to today's class." He picked up his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste, and then began to wash his mouth, and when it was time to wash his face, Ren's voice came from the dining room.

"No, I've said it many times that Misaki can't work in a group. That guy is the kind of guy who splits the animation storyboard in his head and then suddenly draws. Yes, I didn't want to monopolize her, and it doesn't matter if you negotiate with her directly. In short, I'm not Misaki's agent, please don't contact me again about this matter! ”

"What's wrong, Senior Ren?" Excellence took a towel to scrub his face, walked to the dining room, and looked at the crooked chair leaning against the back of the chair, and the upside-down eyes couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing, it's just a phone call from some animation studio. Well? Why do you look like you're working until dawn? Jen saw the thick dark circles under his eyes at this time.

"Mashiro didn't let me sleep all night last night" As soon as he said about sleeping, Excellence yawned again, and the refreshing and energetic feeling brought by washing his face was suddenly gone.

"Oh, I never dreamed that Shiina would be able to have an adult conversation with Excel so soon." Ren yawned as if he was infected.

"Although I don't hate you for saying this, it's a pity that I was helping Mashiro paint last night, and I almost tossed it all night, doing this and that." Raising his eyebrows, Zhuo Zhuo began to spread the towel on his face again, as if this would bring him a sense of refreshment and spirit, and then took the towel away, looked at Ren and asked, "By the way, what will happen to your birthday?" ”

"Because you ran away, I'm alone at the cabbage carnival. I ate and vomited, vomited and ate, and now I am a lover comrade with the toilet. By the time I was past four o'clock, I was already starting to feel that the arc of the toilet bowl looked sexy. ”

"That's really sad."

"Did you just want to say comfort, did you want to say comfort!" Picking up Excellence's clothes, Jen looked at Excellence's face and roared.

"Hm~mm~, don't care too much, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue" Zhuo Zhuo spread his hands and pushed Ren away.

"The rest of the cabbage will be ...... tomorrow Ah, it's already today, so I can only take it to school and give it to other people" Ren laughed dryly, probably imagining what it would be like to bring a lot of cabbage to school, and Excellence felt that he would undoubtedly be affected, and he really wanted to actively decline.

Afterwards, Excellence began to prepare some cat food for his cats to eat. Walked into his room with the cat food and put it down, looking at the cats who were eating, very happy, Zhuo Zhuo sighed, raised his head and rubbed his eyelids, and walked to his closet, ready to change into a uniform.

After more than a day of studying, one of the four classes in the morning spent in the sleep of excellence, although not criticized by the teacher, but at noon was his own table Aoyama Nanami preached a lot, in this regard, excellence can only be blindly promised, after all, he is a good student in front of him. However, Qinghai, who saw the excellent reddened eyes and thick dark circles, didn't dare to say anything too serious, but kept telling him not to forget his work and rest time too hard.

When she returned to Sakuraso with Mahaku, Misaki had already prepared dinner, and God knows why this item came back so quickly. After dinner, Excellence brings Mashiro to his room on the grounds that he has something to talk about, but Misaki is on the door as Excellence expected, ready to listen to the corner, and as soon as Excellence opens the door and keeps looking at her, she is taken away by Ren.

"Yue~ What's the matter?" Mashiro tilted his head and looked very cute with a questioning expression.

"Mashiro, what did you draw manga for?"

"To become a cartoonist."

"So, Mashiro, do you want to know what I think of the manga you draw?"

Although Mahaku didn't say anything at this time, the conclusion could be drawn from the expectant look in her eyes.

"The overall atmosphere of the manga is too low, which will make the whole manga look boring. Paintings have no life, they can't convey feelings, and they don't feel when they look at them. It's not a comic, it's just a painting. People don't read manga for the sake of looking at beautiful pictures, so if the content is too boring, it won't make people want to keep reading. Without any mercy in criticism, Excellence knew that if this continued, it would be impossible for Mashiro to become a manga artist, and she had to grow up and come out of the world of painting.

"Mahaku still has no words, but I can see that she is a little frustrated, maybe others will say the same to her, but if it is said from the mouth of Excellence, this effect will be increased several times more.

"Mashiro, I know it's cruel to you, but please remember that you want to be a manga artist, not a painter, don't you?" I touched my white head, and a subtle touch came from my hand.

"So, what should I do? I don't understand, a lot of things, I don't understand. ”

"I can only draw, nothing but painting."

"I know, I know, it's white."

Mahaku raised his head and looked at Excellence, his eyes full of pleas.

"That's it, Mashiro, since you don't know how to shape the plot, how about the materials in life, for example, isn't the daily life of our Sakura Village a good subject? And we have encounters, acquaintances, and conversations, and there are a lot of things that you can learn from, what do you think? ”

As if he had found a new direction, Mahaku seemed to have the spirit again, and nodded towards excellence.

"Name"

"Huh?"

"The name of the new comic."

"Let's call it Cauliflower Village."

"Good soil."

"The corners of his mouth grinned helplessly, and he felt very sad in his heart, 'Isn't this the name you chose in the original book?'

"But since it's more and more, it doesn't matter."

Hearing this, Zhuo Zhuo's face improved, looking at the real white in front of her, thinking that other girls of the same age as her were still chatting about getting a boyfriend, breaking up with that bad guy, which stylist is so handsome, where did she buy clothes, do you want to sing karaoK, no money, not very good weight, recently bored, weak limbs, that guy is very annoying and other topics, but in order to get what she wants with her own hands, she keeps accumulating efforts every day.

Although this kind of true white is very dazzling, it has to make people feel distressed, because this girl's world only paints, and there is nothing else superfluous, such a life, whether she is happy, whether she is happy, maybe it is really as said in the original book, as long as she can paint, she is happy, happy.

"Come on, Mahaku, and strive to win the newcomer award." For Mashiro's future, Excellence doesn't want to interfere, it's her own choice. And all I can do is help her to take less crooked paths, and cheer her on by her side, so that's enough.

"Yes, I'll do my best."

In the following days, as usual, I got up in the morning, prepared a lunch, and gave it to Mahakumi if I wanted to eat Baumkuchen, although this strange life has not changed, but the hearts of the two people are getting closer and closer, but the two people who are the parties do not notice it at all.

to be continued