"What is life?"

On a softly sunny morning, Narumi opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling of his bedroom, which was farther away from him than usual, thinking about a philosophical question that he might never be able to answer for the rest of his life.

Between the nose is the fresh cherry blossom scent of the shampoo, which is mixed with the surging body fragrance of a girl, like a cherry blossom-flavored gummies.

The cute girl in her sleep wrapped her head tightly around his body and buried her head in his arms through the thin quilt.

The air conditioner in sleep mode went off and buzzed again.

"It's time to get up, Weiyang." He whispered.

There was no response, and the girl was still asleep.

The alarm clock at half past five was turned off by him last night, and he finally waited until the summer vacation, and he had no desire to insist on getting up early.

I knew that he should roll up the futon and go to the living room to sleep.

In that case, this probably wouldn't have happened.

You can still get up early to cook, and when breakfast is ready, the girl will probably wake up.

Start your day off to a warm and ordinary day.

It's a pity that now he is hugged tightly by the girl, and there is no way to escape on the premise of ensuring that Shiina Weiyang will not wake up.

When he went to bed last night, Shiina Weiyang watched him fall asleep and lay on his side on the edge of the bed in order to be able to chat and talk to him.

After a night, at this moment, he rolled down from the bed and pounced on him.

Like a sloth sleeping with a tree trunk in its arms.

His body was as soft as cotton, and the urge to hold it with his backhand rose in his heart.

Then when the girl wakes up and looks up at him, she tastes the sweetness of the gummies.

It's enough to think about this kind of thing.

Narumi Yu drove the cranky thoughts out of her mind, reached out and pulled the thin quilt off the bed that had not fallen off the bed with the girl, and put it on Shiina Miao.

I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the beautiful and warm morning when I was hugged by a girl.

I don't know when, the girl's head buried in his arms rubbed, woke up leisurely, and let out a comfortable and satisfied sigh, but still unwilling to let go.

"It's time for me to cook, Weiyang. Otherwise, we would have to go out to eat in the morning. ”

"Hmmm......"

"Wait a minute, I still need to go to the Spring Leaves Society, it's almost too late."

"One more minute, one minute......"

……

……

I put on a formal suit that I bought after school one day, and I left at 9:48 and took the train to Shinjuku.

Because it was summer vacation, there was almost no difference between rush hour and non-rush hour on the train, and it was so crowded that you didn't have to pull the handrail when you stood up.

Naturally, it is also quite sweltering, perhaps even a few degrees higher than the sunny street outside the car window.

Narumi begins to wonder if she made the right decision to wear a formal attire.

In the final analysis, he didn't have the idea of finding an illustrator for "The Demon King and the Angel", whether he was wearing a formal dress or a daily short-sleeved shirt, no matter what the other party's impression of him was, he would eventually reject it.

The future state of Imadegawa Chisaka is still unknown, and if he returns to the days when only he can see it later, even if the illustrations of "The Demon King and the Angel" are only 1% likely to help the angel, he should keep it in his own hands.

"Good morning ~Yu-chan~!"

At the front desk of the hall on the first floor of the Haruba Society, a Qianjia was playing with her mobile phone as always, and when she heard the movement of the door opening, she raised her head and greeted Narumi Yu.

"It's not early, a mulberry."

"How's the progress of Yu-chan's work with Matsuko?"

"All the best." Narumi beckoned, didn't have the heart to continue chatting with her, walked into the hallway, and pressed the elevator button.

The editorial office is on the third floor, and it would theoretically be faster to take the stairs directly, but in order to save energy, the elevator is more suitable for him.

What's more, this is the elevator of the Haruhasha company building, and he doesn't have to pay for the electricity consumed.

took so much of the shares, and didn't press the buttons on every floor of the elevator to be considered merciful.

Sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers who have nothing to do are like this, and most of the time in their minds think about these ideas that are so boring that they are not worth writing about.

"Dongdong."

Narumi stood quietly behind Fumimura Yu, who was lying on the table to catch up on sleep, and imitated the sound of a knock on the door.

"Ah...... I'm sorry! The frightened poor editor straightened his back.

“……”

“……”

"So it's Narumi-sensei."

Fumimura Yu made a false alarm, his fingers knocked on the tabletop, and took a rather thick envelope from the drawer,

"Inside is the royalties for the printing of 30,000 copies."

Narumi Yu thought of the news he saw on the train, and the news editor was definitely not ordinary.

He knew the news even earlier than he was the author.

"What about the illustrator that Fumimura-san said?"

"She came early, and now she should be on the fifth floor to see the various light awards won by the previous Harunba Society authors."

"Shouldn't the award-winning memorabilia be kept by the author himself?"

"There are also those that are inconvenient to put aside at home and let the Spring Leaf Society keep them on their behalf, as well as the second edition sent by the organizer."

"...... like this"

"I'll take you to her."

Fumimura Yu simply cleaned up the desktop, pulled the computer keyboard back from directly under the display, then turned on the computer, clicked on a half-made form casually, and put it there.

"Ahem!" Noticing Narumi Yu's gaze, the lazy editor at work, believes in the tacit understanding between him and his own author.

"Understood."

Maybe last night, Fumimura Yu got home and settled the remaining bottle of sake.

It's understandable to be sleepy.

There are no pillar authors under Bunmura Yu who need to worry about it, and even if he is not lazy, there is nothing to do.

Take the elevator.

"You know what?" Fumimura Yu looked at the buttons on each floor of the elevator and chatted with Narumi leisurely, "Every time I take the elevator, I have the urge to press every floor again. ”

"The Spring Leaf Society gives Wenmura-san a lot of salary."

The annual salary is more than 10 million, which is the same level as those Tokyo civil servants who spend most of their time doing nothing.

Natsume Hanari works hard every day to teach, and as their teacher, her annual salary is only more than 6 million.

"Well...... Not a lot indeed. ”

Kamigawa's salary should be even higher, close to 20 million yen.

The salary that editors can get is closely related to the performance of their light writers.

to the fifth floor.

Fumimura Yu and the illustrator sent a message on line, and after a while, they met each other in the hallway.

Shoulder-length smooth black hair, and a strand of hair hanging down from the ball on the side of the head, tied into colorful braids.

When he looked closer, Narumi Yu realized that it was all kinds of colored silk threads sandwiched in his hair, and it wasn't that strand of hair that was dyed in color.

white short-sleeved and gray cropped trousers with wide sleeves; The messenger bag with a white background and pink and purple patterns on the side is probably a popular fashion match.

The chestnut-colored eyes are bright and dazzling, and there is no ball on the side, and there is a cute pendant of a star and moon figure under the ear.

"Oh~!"

The girl dressed like this greeted him energetically.

The smile was quite sunny, as dazzling as the sun in the summer August sky outside.

"Oh."

Why is it a beautiful girl again?

What happened to his life? I always have to deal with all kinds of beautiful girls.

Where have all the stable uncles who are similar to the taxi driver and Jiang Shousang, who was originally in charge of illustrations, gone?

"A lot of advice~ Murakami-sensei, I'm Nana Suzuki, manga artist and illustrator Des ~."

The girl stretched out a hand, revealing the manicures on her index and middle fingers, a star and a moon.

A handshake?

"Mainlanders?"

Narumi asked in Chinese.

"Huh? Chinese? Nana Suzuki tilted her head and asked back in Japanese.

He was repeating it in Japanese.

The girl smiled happily: "No, I just want to travel to the mainland all the time, and I'm still saving money." ”

"Well, come on, if I have time, I can be Suzuki-sensei's tour guide."

"Nana Suzuki is my real name, just call me Suzuki."

"Then, Suzuki-san."

"Hi ~ Hi ~ What about the name of Mr. Murakami?"

"Narumi Yu."

"Narumi-kun, you're very handsome."

The two chatted one after another, and the editor of Wencun, who was supposed to play the role of matchmaking, couldn't interject a word.

"I'm sorry, I already have a girlfriend."

"Ahh Nana Suzuki expressed her understanding and waved her hand, "As long as you haven't gotten married, even if you do it, it's not a victory, love is a war, and the last one to get married is the final winner of the war." ”

As a light illustrator and cartoonist, I don't feel ashamed to say things like "love is war".

Yu Fumimura, who saw everything in his eyes, frowned and fell into meaningless thinking - it turns out that the handsome Tokyo scumbags attract the attention of girls like this?

"Ahem! Let's find a place to talk about illustrations. ”

originated from a single man's jealousy and hatred for the scumbag's behavior, and he took the initiative to interrupt the conversation between the two.

There was a small conference room on the fifth floor, and the three of them walked into the conference room, and walked at the back of the room.

Nana Suzuki took out a stack of line drawings and a few original colored illustrations from her messenger bag and showed him.

The girl's drawing level is very high, even better than his drawing, and the charm and characteristics of the characters in the book are also grasped just right.

"How?"

Miss Illustrator, who was sitting across from Yu Narumi, leaned over with her hands on the table, looking forward to his evaluation.

The white short sleeves hang down naturally, and the neckline exposes the snow-white skin inside.

As long as Narumi Yu looks up, he can see what color the girl's underwear is, and whether there is any padding on the upturned breasts.

He was aware of this, too, and continued to look down at the line drawing quietly.

I learned some techniques for tension.

Shiina mainly paints relatively serious paintings such as watercolor gouache and oil paintings, although there is also a casual style of painting for him every day when he is on vacation.

But it's still far from illustrated comics and the like.

I was able to learn something somewhat.

"Better than I painted."

Yu Narumi told the truth.

"Is that ......?"

"But I'm sorry, the book "The Demon King and the Angel" has a special meaning for me, and I want to take care of the illustration myself."

[That...... There are some things that have been delayed today...... In the process of awesome supplements]

to the fifth floor.

Fumimura Yu and the illustrator sent a message on line, and after a while, they met each other in the hallway.

Shoulder-length smooth black hair, and a strand of hair hanging down from the ball on the side of the head, tied into colorful braids.

When he looked closer, Narumi Yu realized that it was all kinds of colored silk threads sandwiched in his hair, and it wasn't that strand of hair that was dyed in color.

white short-sleeved and gray cropped trousers with wide sleeves; The messenger bag with a white background and pink and purple patterns on the side is probably a popular fashion match.

The chestnut-colored eyes are bright and dazzling, and there is no ball on the side, and there is a cute pendant of a star and moon figure under the ear.

"Oh~!"

The girl dressed like this greeted him energetically.

The smile was quite sunny, as dazzling as the sun in the summer August sky outside.

"Oh."

Why is it a beautiful girl again?

What happened to his life? I always have to deal with all kinds of beautiful girls.

Where have all the stable uncles who are similar to the taxi driver and Jiang Shousang, who was originally in charge of illustrations, gone?

"A lot of advice~ Murakami-sensei, I'm Nana Suzuki, manga artist and illustrator Des ~."

The girl stretched out a hand, revealing the manicures on her index and middle fingers, a star and a moon.

A handshake?

"Mainlanders?"

Narumi asked in Chinese.

"Huh? Chinese? Nana Suzuki tilted her head and asked back in Japanese.

He was repeating it in Japanese.

The girl smiled happily: "No, I just want to travel to the mainland all the time, and I'm still saving money." ”

"Well, come on, if I have time, I can be Suzuki-sensei's tour guide."

"Nana Suzuki is my real name, just call me Suzuki."

"Then, Suzuki-san."

"Hi ~ Hi ~ What about the name of Mr. Murakami?"

"Narumi Yu."

"Narumi-kun, you're very handsome."

The two chatted one after another, and the editor of Wencun, who was supposed to play the role of matchmaking, couldn't interject a word.

"I'm sorry, I already have a girlfriend."

"Ahh Nana Suzuki expressed her understanding and waved her hand, "As long as you haven't gotten married, even if you do it, it's not a victory, love is a war, and the last one to get married is the final winner of the war." ”

As a light illustrator and cartoonist, I don't feel ashamed to say things like "love is war".

Yu Fumimura, who saw everything in his eyes, frowned and fell into meaningless thinking - it turns out that the handsome Tokyo scumbags attract the attention of girls like this?

"Ahem! Let's find a place to talk about illustrations. ”

originated from a single man's jealousy and hatred for the scumbag's behavior, and he took the initiative to interrupt the conversation between the two.

There was a small conference room on the fifth floor, and the three of them walked into the conference room, and walked at the back of the room.

Nana Suzuki took out a stack of line drawings and a few original colored illustrations from her messenger bag and showed him.

The girl's drawing level is very high, even better than his drawing, and the charm and characteristics of the characters in the book are also grasped just right.

"How?"

Miss Illustrator, who was sitting across from Yu Narumi, leaned over with her hands on the table, looking forward to his evaluation.

The white short sleeves hang down naturally, and the neckline exposes the snow-white skin inside.

As long as Narumi Yu looks up, he can see what color the girl's underwear is, and whether there is any padding on the upturned breasts.

He was aware of this, too, and continued to look down at the line drawing quietly.

I learned some techniques for tension.

Shiina mainly paints relatively serious paintings such as watercolor gouache and oil paintings, although there is also a casual style of painting for him every day when he is on vacation.

But it's still far from illustrated comics and the like.