【Tokyo, Kita-ku, Former Furukawa Garden】

Ying Lili is also holding a copy of "Weekly Wenchun" in her hand, which is a magazine that her family will order every issue, although the family is not interested in those gossip, but both her mother and her own friends will talk about this kind of thing.

"500,000 copies."

Muttered softly, stared at the bright red number and looked at it again, and Ying Lili closed the magazine. In contrast to the explosive content, the cover of "Weekly Wenchun" looks as rustic as a children's picture book.

Are they trying to deceive ignorant consumers with the cover? Looking at the cartoon piggy cover on the pink background, Ying Lili thought wildly.

Putting down the magazine, picking up the comic that had been at the front of the book since yesterday, the girl stood up, stepped on the heavy carpet with her delicate little feet, walked to the door of the balcony, put on the yellow hole shoes, and came to the guardrail.

With her back against the guardrail, the girl opened the comic again, although it was a new book that was opened yesterday, but now there are obvious traces of flipping through it.

The night wind blew the maple trees in the courtyard, blew away the clouds that covered the moon, and the bright moonlight fell on the maiden.

It's different from the green sportswear worn at home in the past.,Because today I accompanied my parents to a party that I don't know who held.,And as soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to take out the magazine to read the news of Kyosuke Hojo.,So now the girl hasn't had time to change into casual clothes.。

The upper body is a red suspender knee-length skirt, the silk fabric closely fits the delicate body of the girl, and a few simple folds set off the breasts that have gradually risen and fall and the slender waist that is unbearable. The snow-white straight legs are wrapped in white stockings, the elegant lines of the calves, and the absolute realm between the red skirt and the thighs all tell the beauty of the girl's youth.

The wind that blew away the clouds swirled again, and it seemed that it was not satisfied with just letting the moonlight kiss the girl's delicate body, and it also crept into the girl's skirt. Under that fluttering red, is it moonlight, or white silk, or the delicate skin of a girl?

"That's right, that's why I hate wearing skirts."

He muttered in his mouth and pressed his skirt casually. Ying Lili's eyes still did not leave the comic in her hand, and the happy smile on her face did not diminish in the slightest because of this little episode. Although she really looks good in a dress, even the female royals of his father's home country can't avoid being naked due to the strong wind, so what can she do. Fortunately, at this moment, there were only her parents and her in the family manor, so the girl didn't bother to change into casual clothes for a while.

Even the breeze seemed to be urging to turn the page quickly, but the girl who was still holding the book and reading for a long time was still on the first page, and even at night, the same shining blue eyes looked at that line of words without blinking:

"To the world's best artist, Eiri Kashiwagi"

"Really, this idiot, he was told not to call this name all day long!"

Holding the comic in her left hand, Ying Lili raised her right hand and gently stroked the line of black handwriting.

"Why does a boy write so well? It looks like it's printed, but is that guy really a robot? ”

The last glance at the message of nostalgia, Ying Lili finally opened the comic behind it.

Familiar vaccine people,The first time the two met,Created this comic that belongs to two people in the noise,And created his own debut work in the noise.,The same exhibition was sold out.,Comic magazines serialized......

No matter what kind of request you make, you won't be angry.,No matter how awkward you behave, you can read your own thoughts.,Even in the face of the fandom that I drew based on him, I can seriously consider the plot......

It turns out that before I know it, that person has left so many traces in my memory.

Clear countless otome games.,With a delicate painting style.,Of course, the girl who draws a girl's manga knows what her character is.。 Although she is very reluctant to admit it, she has a clear understanding of herself, isn't it the tsundere that everyone likes in the anime.

As a creator, of course, you must have a very good understanding of the germination point and formation principle of these attributes, otherwise the character will collapse.

No matter what kind of character it is, it comes from life experience and its own emotional needs, just like a prince must be polite and a princess must be innocent and cute, all of which are caused by identity and experience.

Even in the school where the eldest lady gathers, she is the one who stands at the top, her words and deeds are more pleasing to the eye than the daughter of a hereditary politician, and her dress and appearance are more perfect than the daughter of the consortium family, whether it is in the class or in the club, as long as she appears, she can immediately become the focus of the audience.

A kind and reliable senior sister, a cute and sensible school girl, a mixed race with a super good body, the daughter of a diplomat, and a blonde British nobleman......

Wearing a mask has received countless praises, and in that state, I won't feel embarrassed no matter what kind of questions I face, and I can find a way to deal with it from "10,000 Words of the Lady" with a little turn of my brain, and I won't be as blushing and ashamed as I was when I faced Kyosuke Hojo, otherwise how would I maintain my dignity!

She won't deny that the perfect side is also a part of herself, but the interest that has been cultivated by her parents since she was a child, and the otaku side that has always brought happiness to herself and can release herself to the fullest, has never been recognized by anyone.

As an adolescent girl, Ying Li Li naturally longs to share her favorite games with others, as well as the joys and sorrows that games bring to her. I hope that someone can understand the joy from the heart when I see a good look, and I hope that someone can accompany me to scold the author when I see a bad one, and I hope that someone can recognize myself as an otaku.

But because of my experience as a child, I have always hidden this side, and of course I will not find such a person.

This feeling is constantly accumulating in my heart, longing to find support, longing to be cared for, longing to be recognized. But when such a person really appeared, because of the long-term depression and the pride brought by the eldest lady's side, the girl refused to frankly express her happiness and joy.

Really, if you let that guy know he's so happy because of his words, he's going to get carried away!

That's it.,Inexplicable thoughts will appear uncontrollably in the girl's head.,And then you'll be very arrogant.,Deny your happiness.。

Since I met Kyosuke Hojo, from the beginning of the etiquette in the face of kind-hearted strangers, I must say please when I open my mouth, and now I completely show my true side of "Hey! The girl was also annoyed by her awkward performance.

Encountering such a person who has the same perfect identity as himself in the world and is also interested in otaku culture, Ying Li Li is really happy that she will bury her face in the pillow and laugh non-stop at night, while recalling the insomnia of the two of them all night.

At the same time, I was also worried about whether the other party would get angry and alienate myself because of his awkward performance. After all, no one likes their friend to be a person who wants to drink Coke to death, but says contemptuously, "Hmph, common people's drink".

She also thought about whether to try to change it, but unfortunately, reality is not a game, and there is no "character" option.

And, gradually, the girl found that she didn't have to change her personality for him. He can really see through his awkward performance at a glance, he won't get angry because of that rude words, and he remembers all the care he hides under his tsundere.

If you dislike him, you will only help, he will nod his head and say yes yes, and then work hard;

He scolded him for being a pervert who peeked at the beautiful legs of a girl, and he would look more attentively like appreciating a work of art as if he had been allowed;

He proudly said that his painting skills did not need the affirmation of others, and he would try his best to praise himself from all aspects with his poor painting knowledge;

When he was shy, he would never feel that his behavior was inexplicable, and would only relax his muscles to avoid hitting his hands with pain.

Ah, really, why there are such inexplicable people, it's so unreasonable! It's like they were born for themselves!

Sure enough, my mother is right, even a rotten girl like her can find a husband like her father, and a blonde tsundere like herself who is loved by everyone must be able to meet the person who can read herself and tolerate her little temper.

Maybe he just likes such a tsundere self, after all, the tsundere is also a self with such a dazzling appearance.

In the manga in his hand, the dull-looking bald Saitama seems to coincide with someone's face, and the character in the dialog box next to it seems to have changed to "Eiri is the best artist in the world".

This guy will say some good things to coax the little girl every day, does he think that he will be embarrassed to accept his money in this way!

Shaking his head, the characters on the manga changed to normal appearance, the bald head was still the same bald head, and the expression was still so dull, just like the stupid guy named Kyosuke Hojo.

The girl closed the comics, walked to the balcony door, took off her shoes, closed the glass door, pulled up the curtains, walked lightly to the wardrobe, and at a short distance of four meters, the girl jumped five times like Little Red Riding Hood picking mushrooms.

Bow down and slowly take off your white stockings.

Hmph, aren't I starting to develop now? Soon there will be no need for artistic processing!

Seeing that the skin that was softer than the stockings and the soft flesh underneath were released little by little, the girl thought proudly.

took off the red silk dress, stood in front of the full-length mirror, looked at the self wearing only white lace underwear, admired the seductive delicate body of his flesh and bones, and imagined how someone drooled after seeing it. Ying Lili proudly raised her little tiger teeth, but her fair and delicate face was already red with shame because of her inexplicable thoughts.

If you can like yourself like this, he has a vision!

Without continuing to fantasize, she quickly took out a random set from the first door of the wardrobe and put it on from all the green sportswear inside. There are only three kinds of clothes in the closet in the room, one is a green tracksuit, the other is a suspender, and the other is some solid color T-shirts and pain clothes bought at the fanfair.

Although the style of painting is gorgeous and delicate, and the girls under her are more beautiful and seductive than the other, this sloppy girl in private never matches her own clothes, and asks her mother for help every time she needs to. The mother, who is so well-dressed that she will hold a lecture at the tea party every week to share her dressing experience with friends, has four cloakrooms of 30 square meters, where the whole family's clothes are placed, and dressing up for the family is her interest.

Whether it's a banquet or a meeting with Kyosuke Hojo, her mother will prepare suitable and beautiful clothes for her.

Before coming to the workbench, he took off his contact lenses, blinked and relaxed for a while, put on his black-rimmed glasses, and Ying Lili unfolded the comics and leaned against the wall behind the desk, so that the line of words was facing him.

The best painter in the world

This guy, it turns out that I am so important in his heart, since this is the case, I have to say it directly! What a tsundere guy!

Although she is pleased with her position in Kyosuke Hojo's heart, the girl also knows very well that she is far from worthy of such praise at her current level. Even if Kyosuke said that the success of "One Punch Man" countless times is his own credit, the girl who has always had a clear understanding of herself knows that even if she doesn't have herself, with Hojo Kyosuke's strength, she will definitely succeed.

Not long ago, at that cutting-edge fanfair,She can casually find dozens of artists who can help Kyosuke complete the comics.,Although their talent is not as high as their own.,Not as cute as themselves.,Painting skills all rely on the accumulation of years of experience to grow.,But comics don't rely on drawing skills to win.。

However, since he is the best painter in the world in his heart, he must always occupy this position!

Ying Lili took a copy from the book, "Love Metronome".

After the last fandom exhibition, whether it was on the scene or on the Internet, the most criticism she heard was that her plot was too weak.

Hmph, if Kyosuke hadn't let me draw the real experience, I would have envied you to death!

Thinking so, the girl opened "Love Metronome", although she learned it from the bad person who had broken off her relationship, but she and Kyosuke also met because of this, and she also started contact with Kyosuke through this, so she read this book well after that, and more than once, she cried and read it four times!

Now, she's ready to watch it for the fifth time. It's not because I want to miss my first encounter with Kyosuke.,It's the doujinshi who is preparing to make "Love Metronome". Every creator has his own persistence.,Just like believing that the encounter between himself and Kyosuke will definitely make countless people envious.,Ying Lili believes that this book moves me to cry.,But I can't help but read it over and over again.,It will definitely make you inspired.,Draw a book that can move other people to cry!

I really need to improve in terms of plot now.,So start with the same creation.,As long as you keep moving forward.,You'll definitely be able to become the real.,The most suitable artist for Kyosuke in the world!

"Up and down, left and right, right-"

Suddenly a male voice rang, and Ying Lili hurriedly ran to the side of the bed and took out her mobile phone from her handbag.

On the screen, a big-headed figure is doing stretching exercises, and his mouth is making such a sound, which at first glance seems to be an ordinary alarm clock reminding him to do radio gymnastics. But if you look closely, the head of the big-headed villain is clearly Kyosuke Hojo. It's not a cartoon, but a photo cut and pasted there.

This stupid guy, I just sat down and asked me to do sports before I even picked up the pen, what a stupid death!

Looking at the avatar of Kyosuke Hojo, who he specially found from the video, and listening to the voice that he also intercepted, Ying Li sneered, stretched out her white slender index finger, and gently flicked Kyosuke's head on the screen.

"Knock-knock-Lily, it's time to take a break."

A knock on the door interrupted the girl's interest, and she quickly clicked on Kyosuke Hojo's head to turn off the alarm clock.

"Okay, I'm just about to start relaxing." Ying Li Li replied loudly to her mother outside the door.

"Why don't we do push-ups and squats together today?" Mrs. Sayuri outside the door asked with a smile.

"Mom!" Hearing this, Eiri Riri, who was already a little shy because she was interrupted in a daze looking at the photo of Kyosuke Hojo, immediately raised her head and shouted shyly.

Really, didn't you just praise the unique exercise method designed by Kyosuke Hojo when I got the single book? At most, it's just a little more praise, do you need to keep mentioning it!

"Hehehe~~"

Even if you don't have to look at it, Ying Lili can imagine the teasing expression of her mother outside the door. The small and delicate Joan wrinkled her nose, put her phone on the desk, and walked to the carpet next to her. The girl in the green tracksuit, in a somewhat clumsy posture, began to stretch her body seriously.

After a long time, a thin layer of fine sweat appeared on her forehead, and the somewhat panting girl stopped her last eye exercises. I wanted to sit on the chair and call my father to help me bring a bottle of ice Coke, but after thinking about it, the girl slowly lay on the ground again and did a push-up with difficulty.

I heard that push-ups are also good for women's breast development, but I don't really want to imitate Saitama's workouts like those stupid people on the Internet, and my hair will fall out!

After a little rest, the girl went to the bathroom in the room to clean it a little, and then returned to the desk and began to read.,Write down all the points that moved you.,Start thinking about your own fandom.。

The soft white light of the table lamp gently draped over the girl's body, and the delicate face was full of serious concentration, and the pen in her hand brushed and painted on the manuscript paper from time to time.

In Tokyo under the dark night, not only the blonde girl is working towards her goal, but on the other side, the black-haired and red-eyed girl is also fighting for her pride.

"Little poem! Don't! ”

Machida Enko grabbed her author's wrist tightly, but the slender and elegant wrist that seemed to dance on the keyboard in the past now has amazing power, and she unswervingly pressed the button - Delete, delete.

"It's over, the chief editor will let me fuck off tomorrow." Machida Enko sat down on the carpet and said with no love.

"Machida-san, you have to understand that people should have higher pursuits, and we do not pursue things, but pursue the pursuit itself. What I just deleted is just the failed work I wrote in the past, and then you will see more perfect works. ”

The girl sitting at the desk took off her white headband, and while slowly combing the hair that had just been messed up due to the dispute with her fingers, she looked at her editor with dazzling red eyes, and there was undoubted confidence in her cold voice.

"But yesterday was the deadline."

Automatically ignoring the confidence and pride in the eyes of the girl named Kasumigaoka Shiha, and ignoring the inflammatory words, Machida Enko still couldn't believe what had just happened.

For two weeks, she stopped at the school gate every day after school, and when she saw her author, she would take her to this retreat-only apartment to write. Finally, with her unremitting efforts, Ms. Kasumi Shizi finally completed the first draft of the second volume of "Love Metronome"! After their own revision and revision, the two worked hard for two days and two nights, and finally completed the final draft one day after the deadline.

At this moment, the eyes of the two of them were thick bloodshots, what a bullshit dazzling brilliance, and the whites of Xiao Shi's eyes were almost merged with the burgundy pupils. Don't look at the graceful arrangement of her hair, if it weren't for the support of the back of the chair, maybe the girl would have collapsed immediately.

"That's right! There's also a recycle bin, history files, and automatic backups! Suddenly, Machida stood up with a scream, and took the mouse to find the file that was still in a corner.

"Machida-sama, don't waste your efforts. Do you think I'll allow the failed product to remain on the computer? In my world, there is no such thing as regrets, everything that is deleted is permanently shattered. ”

Ignoring the editor who was huddled in front of her and looking at the screen, Kasumigaoka Shiyu said flatly, and then put the white headband back on her head. Just like Machida Yuanzi thought, she really didn't have the extra strength to support herself to do superfluous things, and on the two days of the weekend, in order to complete the final revisions, both of them slept very little. At this moment, even the plump in front of her was squeezed by Miss Machida, and she didn't bother to pay attention to it.

"Why, how can this be?" Machida Enko, who had already moved the mouse to the recycling bin, put down the mouse in a dejected manner and sat down on the carpet again.

Turning sideways and tidying up the underwear that had been misplaced by Miss Machida, Kasumigaoka Shiwa straightened up, held the mouse, opened the recycle bin, and clicked to clean up.

Needless to say, what she said just now was a lie, just to fool the naïve Miss Machida.

How did things come to this? Machida Enko began to think with her already somewhat chaotic brain.

Yes, everything started with that "Weekly Wenchun", a gossip magazine that I bought to pass the time and sober up. Just now, after Xiaoshi typed the last word, the two were about to eat something together and start to catch up on sleep, but she suddenly saw the magazine she had placed on the ground.

EGOIST, the most powerful in the middle of the country.

It's because of this damn report that Xiao Shi even forgot to take a shower after seeing it, obviously complaining that the stockings on her legs smelled before, but she looked at the report motionlessly.

And then after watching it, the previous scene happened.

"Little poem, is it because of Hojo-kun's grades?" After a moment's hesitation, Machida Enko asked. Hojo Kyosuke drew comics, Xiaoshi told her before, and the two were good friends even when they didn't talk about work.

"Hmm."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who had already opened a blank document, clenched her hands and spat out a word from her mouth. Machida Enko is not just an editor with interests to her, but more like an older sister who takes care of her everywhere, so she doesn't mind opening up a part of her heart to her.

"But the sequel you just deleted is already perfect.,As long as you keep it up.,The next one will definitely reach the level of Hojo-kun."

Machida Enko said that this is what she said in her heart, and her own author has an unfathomable writing talent, and as long as she continues to work hard like this, she will one day shock the entire literary world, and she has always believed in it.

"No, if you want to catch up with Hojo-kun, this level is far from enough!" Kasumigaoka Shiha's little feet wrapped in black stockings tightly clasped the carpet, and the muscles on her thighs tensed.

Also, still writing

Push books, love daily, multiple heroines "The problem characters who were once raided by me are back"

(End of chapter)