【Tokyo, North District, Old Ancient River Garden】

Yinglili was also holding a book called "Weekly Wenchun", which is a magazine that her family ordered every issue. Although the whole family was not interested in gossip, both her mother and her friends who could talk about such things.

"Are you half a million copies?"

He murmured softly, stared at the bright red numbers and read it for a while, Yingliri closed the magazine. It was completely different from the explosive content. The cover of "Weekly Wenchun" looks as simple as a children's picture book.

Are they trying to deceive ignorant consumers by relying on the cover? Looking at the cartoon pig cover on the pink background, Yingli Li thought randomly.

Putting down the magazine and picking up the comic that has been placed in front of the book since yesterday. The girl stood up, stepped on her delicate feet on the heavy carpet, walked to the door of the balcony, put on 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 only Kaifeng yesterday, there are now obvious traces of reading.

The night wind blew the maple trees in the courtyard, and opened the clouds covering the moon, and the bright moonlight fell on the girl.

Unlike the green sportswear I wore at home in the past, I attended a banquet with my parents today that I don’t know who held. After I got home, I couldn’t wait to take out a magazine to read the news about Kyosuke Hojo, so the girl hadn’t had time to change her casual clothes yet.

The upper body is a red suspender knee-length skirt, and the silk fabric is closely matched with the girl's delicate body. A few simple folds set off the gradually undulating breasts and the slender waist that are unbearable to hold. The snow-white straight legs are wrapped in white stockings, the elegant lines of the calf, and the absolute field between the red skirt and the thighs all tell the girl's youthful beauty.

The wind that blows away the clouds swirled back again, as if not satisfied with letting the moonlight kiss the girl's delicate body, and it also quietly penetrated into the girl's skirt. Under the fluttering red, was it the moonlight, white silk, or the girl's delicate skin?

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

He muttered and pressed his skirt casually. Yingliri's eyes still did not leave the comics in her hand, and the happy smile on her face did not diminish for the little episode. Although it was really good to wear a skirt, even the female royal family members of his father's motherland could not avoid being exposed due to the strong wind. What can she do? Fortunately, there are only parents and her in the manor at home at this moment, so the girl was too lazy to change into casual clothes for a while.

Even the breeze seemed to be unable to help but urged to turn the page quickly, but the girl who still held the book and read for a long time was still stuck on the first page, even at night, her blue eyes were still shining and staring at the line of words without blinking:

"Give it to the best painter in the world, Mr. Hideri Kashiwaki"

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

Holding the comic in his left hand, Yinglili raised her right hand and gently stroked the line of beautiful black handwriting.

"What does a boy do when writing so beautifully? It looks the same as printed. Is that guy really a robot?"

After taking a last look at the message, Yingliri finally opened the comic behind.

The familiar vaccine man, the two met for the first time, created this comic book of the two in a noisy situation, and created their own debut work in a noisy situation, sold out for fan exhibitions, and serialized comic magazines...

No matter what request you make, you won’t be angry, no matter how awkward you act, you can understand your own thoughts, and even when facing the fan-minded fan-made ones you draw based on him, you can seriously consider the plot...

It turned out that before I knew it, that person had left so many traces in my memory.

After passing countless Otome games, she has a delicate style of painting. The girl who paints a girl comic certainly knows what her personality is. Although she is reluctant to admit it, she has a clear understanding of herself. Isn’t it just the arrogant that everyone likes in the anime?

As a creator, of course, you must have a good understanding of the cute points and formation principles of these attributes, otherwise your character will collapse.

No matter what kind of personality, it comes from life experience and one's own emotional needs, just like the prince must be polite and the princess must be innocent and cute, it is caused by identity and experience.

Even in the school where young ladies gather, she is always at the top, her words and deeds are more pleasing to the eyes than the daughter of a hereditary politician, and her outfits and appearance are even more perfect than the daughter of a consortium family. Whether in the class or in the club, she can immediately become the focus of the audience as soon as she appears.

Amiable and reliable senior sister, cute and sensible junior sister, a very good mixed-race figure, a diplomat's daughter, a blonde British nobleman...

I have received countless praises when wearing a mask. In that state, I will not feel embarrassed no matter what kind of questions I ask. As long as I think a little, I can find a way to deal with it from "The Big Lady's Talks" and will not blush and be ashamed and angry as I did when facing Kyosuke Hojo, otherwise how could I maintain my decentness!

She would not deny that the perfect side was also part of herself, but the interest that was cultivated by her parents since childhood has always brought happiness to herself and released her otaku side, and has never been recognized by anyone.

As a girl in adolescence, Eriri naturally longs to share with others the games she likes and the happiness and sadness that the games bring to herself. When you see good novels, you hope someone can understand the joy from the heart. When you see bad novels, you hope someone can accompany you to scold the author, and you hope someone can recognize yourself as an otaku.

But because of my childhood experience, I have always been hiding this side, and of course I wouldn’t find such a person.

This kind of feelings continue to accumulate in the heart, eager to find support, longing to be cared for, and longing to be recognized. However, when such a person really appeared, due to the long-term depression and the pride brought by the young lady, the girl refused to frankly express her happiness and joy.

Really, if that guy knew that he was so happy because of his words, he would definitely be proud!

That's it. Inexplicable thoughts will appear in the girl's head uncontrollably, and then they will be very arrogant and deny their happiness.

Since I met Kyosuke Hojo, from the beginning when facing the kind stranger's etiquette, I must say please, and now I have completely revealed my true side, the girl has also been upset about her awkward performance.

When meeting someone who has the same perfect identity as himself and is also interested in Otaku culture, Eriri is really happy that she will bury her face in the pillow and smile constantly at night, and recall the insomnia they had spent the whole night together.

At the same time, I was worried that the other party would get angry and alienate himself because of his awkward performance. After all, no one would like his friend. He was a person who was so dying of drinking Coke in his heart, but he said contemptuously, "Hmph, the drinks of the common people."

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

Moreover, gradually, the girl found that she didn't have to change her personality for him at all. He could really see through his awkward thoughts at a glance, and would not get angry because of those rude words, and remember all the concerns she had hidden under her arrogance in her heart.

If he dislikes him, he will only help others. He will nod and say yes, yes, and then work hard;

He called him a pervert who peeked at the girl's beautiful legs, and he would look more attentively as if he was allowed to appreciate the artwork;

He proudly said that his painting skills do not require other people's affirmation, and he would understand them and try his best to praise himself in all aspects with his poor painting knowledge;

When you hit him when you are shy, he never feels his behavior is inexplicable. He only relaxes his muscles and avoids the pain of his hands.

Ah, really, why are there such an inexplicable person? It’s so unreasonable! It’s like I was born specifically for myself!

As expected, my mother is right. Even a fuji girl like her can find a husband like her father. She is a blond and arrogant person who is loved by everyone in the second dimension. She will definitely meet someone who can understand herself and tolerate her temper.

Maybe he just likes such a arrogant self, after all, the arrogant self also has such a dazzling appearance.

In the comic in his hand, Saitama, a dull bald man, seemed to overlap with someone's face, and the characters in the dialog box next to him seemed to have become "Eriri is the best painter in the world."

This guy, every day, would say something nice to coax the little girl. Did he think he would be embarrassed to accept his money?

Shaking his head, the characters in the comics turned into normal appearance. The bald head was still the same bald head, and his expression was still so dull, just like the fool named Kyosuke Hojo.

The girl closed the comics, walked to the balcony door, took off her holes, closed the glass door, pulled up the curtains, and walked lightly to the wardrobe. At just four meters away, the girl jumped five times like a little Red Riding Hood who was picking mushrooms.

He bowed his lower body and slowly took off his white stockings.

Humph, am I starting to develop now? I won’t need to do artistic processing soon!

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

He took off his red silk long skirt, stood in front of the full-body mirror, looked at the self who was wearing only white lace underwear, admired his attractive body, and imagined someone drooling after seeing it. Yingliri proudly bared her tiger teeth, but her fair and delicate pretty face was already shy red because of her inexplicable thoughts.

If you can fall in love with such a self, he has vision!

Without continuing to fantasize, she quickly took out a set of green sportswear from the first door of the wardrobe and put it on. There were only three types of clothes in the wardrobe in the room, one was green sportswear, the other was overalls, and some solid-color T-shirts and pain clothes bought at the fan show.

Although the paintings are gorgeous and delicate, and the girls under him are more beautiful and attractive than the other, this little sloppy girl in private never matches her clothes. She always asks for help from her mother whenever she needs her clothes. The mother, who has a good dressing style that she holds lectures every weekly tea party, has four 30 square meters cloakrooms with the clothes of the whole family. It is her interest to dress up for her family.

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

When he arrived at the workbench, he took off the contact lenses first, blinked his eyes and relaxed for a while, put on his black-framed glasses, Yingli Li spread the comics and leaned against the wall behind the desk, making the lines of words facing him.

The best painter in the world

This guy, it turns out that I am so important in his heart. Since that's the case, I have to say it directly! What an arrogant guy!

Although I was happy with my position in Kyosuke Hojo, the girl also knew very well that she was far from worthy of such praise at her current level. Even if Kyosuke had said that the success of "One Punch Man" was his credit, the girl who had always had a clear understanding of herself knew that even without herself, Kyosuke Hojo would definitely succeed.

Just at the new fan show not long ago, she could find dozens of painters who could help Kyosuke complete comics. Although their talent is not as high as themselves and not as cute as themselves, and their painting skills are all increased by the accumulation of years of experience, comics are not originally a thing that can win by painting skills.

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

Yingliri took out a novel from the book "Love Metronome".

After the last fan show, whether on the spot or on the Internet, the most criticism she heard was that her plot was too weak.

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

Thinking of this, the girl opened "Love Metronome". Although she learned the novel from the person who had broken up with a bad relationship, she met Kyosuke because of this, and she also started her subsequent contact with Kyosuke. So she also read the novel carefully afterwards, and she read it more than once, crying and reading it all four times!

Now, she is going to watch it for the fifth time. It is not because she wants to miss her first encounter with Kyosuke, but because of her fan-minded fan-making "Love Metronome". Every creator has his own persistence, just as she believes that her encounter with Kyosuke will definitely make countless people envious. Eriri believes that this novel that has moved her to cry, but she can't help but read it over and over again. It will definitely make herself burst out inspiration and draw a book that can move others to cry!

I really need to improve the plot now, so I start with fan creation. As long as I keep moving forward, I will definitely become the real artist who is the most suitable artist in the world!

"Up up, down, left, left, right—"

Suddenly the male voice rang, and Yingliri hurried to the bed and took out her cell phone from her handbag.

On the screen, a big-headed little man was stretching, making such a sound from his mouth. At first glance, it seemed like an ordinary alarm clock to remind him to do radio gymnastics. But when you look closely, the big-headed little man's head was clearly Hojo Keisuke. It was not a cartoon painting, but a photo was cut and pasted there directly.

This idiot, I just sat down and asked me to exercise before I even picked up the pen. I was so stupid!

Looking at the avatar of Kyosuke Hojo who looked stupid and found from the video on the screen, listening to the voice that he also cut out, Eriri chuckled, stretched out her slender index finger, and gently flicked Kyosuke's head on the screen.

"Dongdong-Lily, it's time to take a rest."

The knock on the door interrupted the girl's interest, and quickly clicked Hojo Kyosuke's head and turned off the alarm clock.

"Okay, I'm about to start relaxing." Yingliri responded loudly to her mother outside the door.

"Or what if we do push-ups and squats together today?" Mrs. Sayuri asked with a smile outside the door.

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

Really, didn’t I just praise the unique training method designed by Keisuke Hojo when I got the single book? At most, I just praised it for a while, so I could mention this matter all the time!

“Hahaha~~”

Even without looking, Yingliri could imagine her mocking expression outside the door. Her small and delicate Qiong nose wrinkled, put her phone on the desk, and walked to the carpet next to her. The girl in a green sportswear started to stretch her body seriously in a clumsy position.

After a long time, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The girl, who was a little panting, stopped her last eye exercises. She wanted to sit on the chair and call her father to help her get a bottle of ice coke, but after thinking about it, the girl slowly lay on the ground and did a push-up with difficulty.

I heard that push-ups are also very good for women's breast development. I am not really trying to imitate Saitama's exercise like those idiots on the Internet, and my hair will fall out!

After a while of rest, the girl went to the bathroom in the room to clean it up, then returned to the desk and started reading novels, wrote down all the touching points, and began to conceive her own fan.

The soft white light of the desk lamp was gently draped on the girl's body, and her delicate pretty face was full of concentration. The pen in her hand was occasionally written and drawn on the manuscript paper.

In Tokyo under the dark night, not only the blonde girl is working hard towards her goal, but on the other hand, the black-haired and red-eyed girl is also competing for her pride.
To be continued...