"❥(ゝω・✿ฺ) It's me, what's the matter?"

Ah, this~ what a cute emoji.

It's completely different from the dark style of painting when it was painted.

God knows how many times he flipped through his phone after work in order to contact Rina Ishihara.

Considering the habit of artists staying up late to catch up with the draft, he almost every minute passed, he looked at the backstage of the little blue bird, and saw that the simulated heroine was finally online, and immediately launched an offensive.

"Do you remember the Kimura goblins? She has known you online for many years and is full of praise for your painting style, to be honest."

The perspective of God that was originally fixed on himself suddenly split into two at this moment.

One is still their own perspective.

The other perspective switches to a dimly lit room with the curtains tightened.

On the large bed near the windowsill, a figure was curled up in a ball, and a messy mass of long hair hung down beside the bed.

On the hangers on the side, there are loose T-shirts and shirts stacked messily on top, and common equipment such as cups, kettles, and electric water heaters are neatly placed in the corners of the room, presumably for easy access.

Hearing the prompt sound of the mobile phone, the quilt squirmed, as if untiring, slowly stretched out, a palm covered by long sleeves poked out, followed the sound and groped around, but failed to touch the phone.

So the man finally poked his head out of the quilt, and was about to get up, when he slammed into the head of the bed.

A muffled grunt sounded.

She instantly hugged her head and squatted to defend herself, obviously a men's size pain T was hanging on her body in disheveled clothes, and this collision, her right shoulder slipped slightly, revealing her slender body bones.

She grabbed her phone and climbed out of bed, and suddenly the phone lit up again, and the light of the phone shook her eyes, and she hit her toe again.

Another mosquito-like scream.

Rolling around on the ground, she barely pulled out a medicine box from under the bed, carefully applied some bone-setting medicine, and then climbed into the sofa chair.

Her whole body curled up in a ball, her toes were still curled up restlessly because of the pain, curled up like a wounded little beast, hesitantly looking at the mobile phone screen, sticking out her fingers from the edge of her sleeves that were gnawed unevenly, her slender fingers looked at the message hesitantly, and replied cautiously:

「!!! ∑(゚Д゚ノ)ノ is not as good as you say.,I've also read the novel written by Lily-chan.,Hehe.,It's really interesting."

Seeing that Rina Ishihara could barely communicate, he immediately accelerated his offensive in the left perspective:

"You're really talented, and your style and tension are among the best I've ever met."

"(o゚▽゚)o, hey, hey~ you, you praise me like this, I won't be happy!"

In the right view, there was a witch-like laugh in the darkness, and she was shaking her head in her chair, her hair flicking, and her voice sounding quiet, more eerie than ......

Like you haven't spoken in a long time?!

Just as she was about to reply to something, a new message from Kazama Asaba came.

"That's right, Rina-chan, I'm the editor of the Kimura Fairy, and I'm going to devote the main resources at hand to her in the near future.

You also know that the sales of light novels in recent years will be directly affected by the supporting illustrations.

Kimura is not an old author with accumulation, if you want to overtake in corners, you need to use some extreme measures, and you are my favorite trump card. I want to help Kimura become a popular author, and you're indispensable.

My phone number is 070-XXXX-XX43, if you don't mind, let's call and we'll talk about changing the illustrator."

"Goose Goose Goose ......"

Rina Ishihara's expression suddenly froze, and she let out a stunned cry like a little swan.

She tapped on the keyboard of her peripherals, and the computer lit up, revealing a picture of Kazama Asaba on the lock screen.

On the screen, the dappled light and shadow cast by the shade of the trees gave his cold expression a hazy halo, looking at it, her fingers lightly swiped on the screen, and she could vaguely see the red halo starting from the collarbone and climbing up.

"Ah~ It turns out that it's you!" She looked at the picture of Kazama Asaba on the screen and patted her face.

"I only talk about illustrations online."

She sent such a message, but began to ruffle her hair again, seemingly a little tangled, her fingers scratching at the armrest restlessly.

"Ah, forget it, someone like me......"

She tilted her head sideways and put down her phone, and Kazama Asaba looked at her back, her long hair scattered on the armrest, and the room was quiet.

Asa Kazama shook her head, such Ishihara Rina looked like a little beast that had locked itself in a small world and withered alone, covered with barbs that didn't let people get close, a little pitiful.

Before he could raise a little more sympathy, the sound of faint breathing rang out.

“？？？”

Give my self-touching back! "Sleep when you're in trouble" right?

[I don't have historical achievements, and I don't want to communicate offline, which doesn't meet the rules of the library to screen illustrators.] But you think for a moment, you can't refuse this style of painting, take the initiative to talk to your seniors, and claim that you have the opportunity to add a new hit of the year to the library.

[In the office, the seniors said to you: "You are still young and your performance is good, there is no need to gamble. ”】

[The seniors rejected your request, and you were a little frustrated when you failed to achieve your goal, but you quickly changed your direction and chose to seek a breakthrough from Rina-chan, but ‹Rina-chan› still rejected your request to meet offline]

[On the way home, you pass by the crime scene again, look up at the somewhat gloomy residence, there is only one lily left on the windowsill now, and you begin to worry about whether Kimura's writing status will be affected, and guide her thoughts and direction of the subject more frequently]

With the influx of memories, the most visible picture is another blonde half-breed girl who is as delicate as a doll, with a very flat expression, and occasionally whispers to the light feather Kazama.

Of course, compared to her, the one who received the most attention from Kazama Asaba was Rina Ishihara, who simulated the heroine.

He seemed to understand the difference between her and the goblins.

Like the Kimura fairies or the predecessors of the library, the scene where they appear is like a faint fog, more like a third perspective.

And Rina Ishihara is different, her simulation, not only will have an extra perspective of God, but she can even vaguely feel the emotions she reveals from her perspective.

It's like resonating with her senses.

"I see, is this the prerogative of the heroine?"

He raised an eyebrow: "This state...... It feels so real, it's like the two are synchronized, does this mean that if the scenes simulated by the heroine increase, then what she has mastered will also have a chance to be mastered by me? ”

But the situation seems to be a little troublesome, and the emoji sent by Rina Ishihara is very joyful, but the mental state of the whole person is a little worrying.

Eh~ If I have to say it, when she looks at the photo of herself on the computer, she has enough emotions.

With a little shyness, ignorance, and a sense of soothed happiness......

Asa Ha Kazama subconsciously looked at his left hand, and immediately became furious.

Rina Ishihara, what the hell are you doing with my pictures!