"Hey."

Mashiro picked up the phone in a mechanical motion.

Everyone held their breath at the same time and subconsciously looked at the clock.

6 p.m.

At this time, I think the manga editor called, or rather, except for the members and editors of Sakuraso, I haven't seen anyone else talk to Mashiro on the phone.

"Okay."

"Yes."

Mahaku kept responding in an indifferent voice, and his expression and tone did not fluctuate, and everyone couldn't interpret useful information from these, so they had to wait in a restless mood.

"I see, thank you very much."

As the call ended with a thank you, the clenched phone also drooped.

"How's it going, did you pass the review?"

The voice of inquiry was full of unease, nervousness, and eagerness.

But the first to express concern was neither Bai Hua who was the guardian of Mashiro, nor Altaïr, who had always been concerned about Mashiro, but had nothing to do with Mashiro, and had always just kept a polite smile and always paid attention to the distance of Sota.

Yes, Kanda Kuta.

In Sakurazhuang,Whether it's personality、Thinking、Achievements,It's ordinary or even inconspicuous.,If it weren't for Misaki always pulling him.,It's the empty space that will be ignored.。

"Review of the Manga Newcomer Award······ Defeated. ”

Mahaku's voice, as ethereal as ever, made it impossible to tell from it that it was emotional.

But in the silent atmosphere at this moment, it sets off a heavy and depressing, a very low feeling.

I've been longing for a goal that I've been working for.,After trying your best.,But you don't achieve it.,It's a matter of course to feel lost.,Even if it's that true white.,Can't avoid the feelings that anyone will have.。

That's what everybody thinks.

Misaki's brow furrowed, and worry appeared in her eyes.

Bai Hua and William glanced at each other, and did not say anything in tacit understanding, believing that Zhenbai could get through the difficulties by himself.

Altair opened his mouth to comfort him, but was silent.

Only ······

"No, it's okay, it will definitely work next time, don't care too much about the newcomer award, isn't it that you are also assigned an editor, and you are not the same level as others."

Sota said comforting words so excitedly, and kept waving his hands, as if he was cheering for Mahaku.

It's just that, from beginning to end, he has a smile on his face.

It was not a sunny smile, but a smile that was so surprised that it was excited, and it was a smile that couldn't help but be excited.

What are you happy for?

Needless to say, this situation is for the joy of Mashiro's defeat.

Maybe he didn't even realize this, maybe even he couldn't control this.

It's really, so exciting.

It's really, so exciting.

Genius, who fell into the mortal dust, like ordinary people, fell all over the mud, and could only step on the mud step by step, extremely slowly, moving forward.

He was still saying: "So, even if you lose the rookie award, it's not a big deal······

Ah, it's not a big deal, next time, like now, lose the election, and then work hard for the unattainable goal like ordinary people.

As long as Mahaku can do what he says, he gets the right to chase geniuses.

Look, the gap between mortals and geniuses isn't that big.

It can catch up, it can surpass, as long as the genius becomes mortal, as long as the genius keeps failing.

It was only then that he noticed that everyone in the room except for Mashiro had changed their eyes when they looked at him, and he realized how clumsy his performance was.

It was a clumsiness that even he could not accept.

It's really, too bad.

Finally couldn't stand it anymore, Sota snatched the door out, lowered his head, didn't look at anyone, and rushed out.

That's the direction of the entrance.

He didn't want his ugly gesture to be seen by anyone else, and he didn't want anyone to know about it.

Escape—Escape—Escape—

Crazy escape.

For a moment, the few remaining people in the room didn't know how to break the uncomfortable atmosphere.

Fortunately, they didn't need to open their mouths at all, and Mashiro made his own choice.

The girl raised her head and didn't look at anyone, not even the big fuss just now, and she didn't look at the empty too much.

There was no confusion in her eyes, but she revealed great firmness, reaching out to open the computer, holding the painting tool, as if she had never encountered a setback, and devoted herself to creation.

Again, the painting was drawn.

This is Shiina Mashiro.

A world-class artist,Aiming as a manga artist.,A girl who will always be the same no matter how many times she falls.。

Seeing this, several people glanced at each other, nodded slightly, and quietly exited the real white room.

Now, let Mashiro step into his own battlefield.

At this time, Mitaka Ren, who heard the movement, rushed up.

"What happened, just now I saw Kuta running out alone."

Bai Hua shook his head and returned to his room, followed by Altair.

Misaki explained it simply.

After listening, Mitaka Ren did not hesitate, turned around and ran out.

William pondered for a moment, then followed.

"Mr. William, what are you going to do?" Misaki asked eagerly.

In her eyes, William is not a good person, Kong Tai just did that kind of thing, now William is following up, there must be no good thing, maybe tomorrow, there will be news that Kong Tai has dropped out of school.

"It's nothing, it's just a sudden thought that since Yu holds the identity of a teacher, it is so rare, and he has to do something consistent with his identity, and when he sees a confused student, he naturally wants to enlighten and enlighten." William turned around and smiled.

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The sun had set and the streetlights were flickering.

In the deserted park, Sota just sat on the swing, lowered his head and said nothing, letting the rain fall on his body.

It's cold, very cold.

But compared to what he did, what was the cold?

Rather, if the rain can wash it away, he himself feels that his heart is already black, and Kuta still has to say a word of thanks to the rainstorm.

"Really, it sucks······"

He didn't even understand what happened to him just now, obviously as a companion, he should hope that Mahaku would win the award, and hope that Mahaku's efforts would be rewarded, but when he heard the news of the defeat, he couldn't control his heart and let out a long sigh of relief.

The inexplicable pressure that I have been carrying for a long time dissipated in an instant, and the whole person was relaxed.

"It's so ugly to be happy with someone else's misfortune."

"What's so ugly?"

Sota raised his head in surprise and looked at Ren Mitaka, who was staring at him in front of him with an umbrella.

Without his usual politeness, tinkering with his distorted expression of pain, Kuta looked away again.

"Leave me alone."

"Oh!? The lost boy in the rainstorm is really cool, but if one person is cool, it makes no sense for everyone to see it. ”

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