Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

The fork went straight through the carpet and into the wooden floor.

Hojo Kyousuke looked at the fork that was only half a centimeter away from his feet, and felt cold sweat in his heart.

Didn't I just take a peek at you? Is it worth doing this? Besides, didn’t you also look at me? It’s only right that we are even.

"I didn't mean it!"

Eiriri originally wanted to care about whether Hojo Kyousuke was injured, but after seeing his speechless eyes, her caring words immediately changed.

Across the table, Mrs. Sayuri and Mr. Spencer first looked at Eiriri and Hojo Kyousuke, and then smiled at each other. The two of them didn't speak. With aunty smiles on their faces, they lowered their heads and continued to eat.

Turning his head to look at the Sawamura couple who couldn't hide the smiles on their faces, Hojo Kyousuke bent down and picked up the fork.

Originally, he thought that Yinglili would go to the kitchen to get a new fork, but he didn't expect that the other party would pick up the plate and eat the remaining omelette with a knife.

"Lily, please be polite!" said Mr. Spencer.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

After hearing her father's words, Yinglili immediately wanted to refute. But the omelette might still be a bit too big for the petite Yinglili. Her mouth was so full that she couldn't speak at all, and she almost choked in a hurry.

Hojo Kyousuke quickly pushed her cup of milk tea to her hand.

Eiri, who just chewed the black tea and swallowed the omelette, almost choked again when the omelette slipped halfway, and Hojo Kyosuke gave her another pat on the back in shock.

Yingli, who had experienced another life-and-death crisis in just a few seconds, originally wanted to expose her father's true face and fight back, but after thinking about it again, she held back and just sat down angrily.

The Spencer family of three were full quickly, and then they sat next to each other and stared at Hojo Kyosuke who was still eating hard.

This was the first time for the three of them to watch this kind of realistic eating show for big eaters. For a moment, they all wanted to eat more. Yinglili picked up another European bun and started eating it.

But after just two bites, the girl's small stomach couldn't hold it anymore.

"Hojo, do you usually eat like this?"

After struggling to swallow the food in her mouth, Yinglili asked in disbelief. Although the last time Hojo Kyosuke came to the house, he ate all the food prepared by his mother, it was not as exaggerated as this time.

"Because Mr. Spencer's craftsmanship is so good."

Hojo Kyousuke wiped his mouth and said with a smile, because Eri's father's formal handshake made him unconsciously use this title.

"Is it really so delicious? Aren't they all semi-finished products?"

Eiri took another sip of cereal suspiciously, and then noticed the strange name in Hojo Kyosuke's words:

"You can just call my dad Robin. He is British and doesn't care as much as Neon people do."

"Yes, Hojo-san, you are Lily's friend, just call me by my name." Spencer said first.

"Then you can just call me Kyosuke."

After saying that, Hojo Kyousuke didn't intend to continue eating. He liked to watch what he ordered, but he had no interest in letting others watch him eat.

"Kyosuke-kun, don't you want to eat any more?" Mrs. Sayuri asked.

"No, I've eaten enough."

"Then let's go to the living room."

With that said, Mr. Spencer stood up, smiled and extended his hand in invitation.

Although he didn't know what he was doing, Hojo Kyousuke followed him obediently.

Yinglili sat on the chair, and when she saw her father's appearance, she curled her lips and let out a light tut.

Although he looked impatient, he still followed. After her father and Hojo Kyousuke sat down at the coffee table in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, she had already come over with a cup of black tea and helped them pour it separately. Then she sat quietly aside like a doll.

Although this blond and snow-muscled doll is wearing a very rustic sportswear, it does not affect her elegant temperament at all. Of course, ignore the little tiger teeth that the girl grinds from time to time.

"I heard from Lily that Kyosuke-kun is also a junior high school student?"

Mr. Spencer raised the black tea and gestured towards the opposite side, took a sip, and then said.

"Yes, currently studying at Dongcheng Middle School."

After all, normal parents would be worried if someone they had never met suddenly became friends with their daughter.

Thinking this way, although this somewhat formal conversation made Hojo Kyosuke a little uncomfortable, he still answered honestly.

"Dongcheng Middle School, that's incredible." Mr. Spencer said with some exaggeration.

"Haha, it's just a fluke."

"It's not a fluke. Lily said you are number one in all science subjects, and top-notch in other subjects."

"..."

Thinking of the quiz that just ended, Hojo Kyousuke suddenly couldn't speak anymore. In just one week, these words turned into a scam?

Fortunately, Yinglili helped him out, and the impatient girl who was already waiting beside said:

"Dad, don't talk about this. Haven't you already investigated everything?"

"Haha, Lily, what are you talking about?"

Mr. Spencer glanced at Hojo Kyosuke awkwardly, took a sip of tea to cover it up, and then said with a smile.

"Kyosuke already knows that I am a doujinshi artist, so there is no need to act like a diplomat anymore."

When she said the word "Kyosuke", Yinglili suddenly felt a little nervous.

Except for those female friends in school, Hojo Kyosuke is now her only friend who can directly address her by his first name, and he is also a friend of the opposite sex.

After saying that, Eiri looked at Hojo Kyosuke:

"As I told you last time, the person responsible for helping me sell doujinshi at comic exhibitions is my father."

Um?

Hojo Kyosuke looked at Eiri, and then at Mr. Spencer, who was sitting opposite him, wearing a white shirt and a brown vest.

Diplomats, comic conventions, selling humiliation doujinshi, or even notebooks?

Even though he was a time traveler, it was hard for Hojo Kyousuke to imagine what he was like.

Is this man's heart so strong? Isn't he afraid of death when he meets an acquaintance? Is the daughter-slave so great?

Looking at Mr. Spencer again, who was already full of embarrassment, he marveled in his heart.

"Well, Hojo-kun, there are some reasons." Mr. Spencer tried to explain while wiping the sweat on his forehead with a white handkerchief.

"And he's also an otaku, and he's..."

"Lily! That's enough, that's enough. Hurry up and take Kyosuke-kun to the room. I won't disturb you anymore."

Before Yinglili could finish her words, Mr. Spencer shouted quickly.

"It will be known sooner or later anyway."

Although she said this, the girl didn't say any more. Although her father was a complete slave to his daughter, she still had to save him enough face in front of outsiders.

"Let's go."

Jumping down from the chair, Yinglili said without looking back.

Hojo Kyosuke, who was confused by the conversation between father and daughter, first bowed slightly to Mr. Spencer, and then followed Eri.

Looking at Eri, who was wearing a green sportswear and walking on the red solid wood escalator, Kyosuke Hojo's slight obsessive-compulsive disorder almost broke out.

A staircase like this should be paired with a princess dress. How can there be a princess with twin ponytails and a green sportswear?

"Eiri, why are Aunt Sayuri and Robin dressed so formally, but you?"

After catching up with Eiri in two steps, Hojo Kyosuke asked curiously.

"Mom will dress up even when she is alone, but dad put on formal clothes just to welcome you. As for me."

Eiri turned around and stood on the stairs one level higher than Hojo Kyosuke, so that her eyes were level with the latter's.

The girl straightened her snow-white neck, raised her pointed chin, and looked at Hojo Kyosuke with her blue eyes, trying hard to assume a arrogant posture.

But the two people's eyes had just touched, and the moment they saw Hojo Kyousuke's eyes, red clouds climbed onto her fair face, and the girl quickly turned her head, and then the voice continued.

"You are not an important person, why should I change my clothes to welcome you!"

She spoke very fast, with a hint of embarrassment, and did not achieve the effect Yinglili imagined at all.

Yes, that's the case, and it wasn't because I was immersed in the painting based on Hojo Kyosuke that I lost track of time. Moreover, her mother asked Hojo Kyousuke to come up directly without notifying her, so she had no time to change clothes and dress up.

Ah, it's really, really annoying.

Both times we met, he saw me in my most sloppy state, with all my disguise clothes exposed.

With this thought in mind, the girl walked forward angrily, making the stairs creak with the steps of that little body.

No, it's not, why are you so angry?

Seeing the girl getting angry for no reason, Hojo Kyousuke followed behind in confusion.

Following Yinglili into the room, he looked around carefully before discovering something he hadn't noticed just now.

Last time, there were drawings of human height in the cabinet next to the workbench. Now those drawings have been received unknown where, replaced by a scanner.

After making the decision to collaborate with Eiri to draw comics, Hojo Kyousuke did some research, and he recognized such an obvious machine at a glance.

In addition, another table was added next to the work table, and a computer and a digital tablet were placed on both tables.

Darling, is this the rich woman? What a love!

No wonder she told herself that she didn’t need to bring anything, just come directly. It turned out that Yinglili had already prepared everything.

"Although I haven't asked you, based on your painting skills, there should be no difference between hand-painted and panel-painted, so I chose panel-painted for you.

The computer on the right is lent to you. Although you have never used a digital tablet before, your brain should be able to learn it quickly. "

Eiri sat in her old seat, then pointed to the new table next to her and said to Hojo Kyosuke.

"Thank you very much!"

Someone said gratefully.

"It's just a computer that my dad replaced, and it's not specially prepared for you!"

Listening to Hojo Kyosuke's sincere tone, Eiri's face turned red and she quickly lowered her head and reached out to turn on the computer.

Looking at the obviously brand new computer and tablet, Hojo Kyousuke sat down in silence for three seconds. Whoever pays is the boss. Do you still want to have an affair with a rich woman? Be bold!

Eiri leaned over and helped Hojo Kyosuke start the computer and debug the tablet.

The chairs between the two of them were not far apart. The girl leaned down slightly, revealing a piece of snow-white skin at the back of her clothes. The faint fragrance constantly invaded Hojo Kyousuke.

It seems that Eiri is not very familiar with the digital tablet, so she still hasn't debugged it well. It seems that the cute tiger teeth are ready to bite the computer into pieces, so Hojo Kyosuke has time to slowly think about what the aroma is.

egg?

Is it because Yinglili likes eggs very much? Just now at the dinner table, the image of the girl boldly eating the whole omelette in her mouth flashed in his mind.

Thinking of this, Hojo Kyousuke suddenly realized that the aroma was not in reality, but a smell that was smelled by his unique "smell", like a biological signature.

It's easy to understand why Sakura smells like dew, because she is full of vitality, and dew also symbolizes vitality.

But, eggs? why is that?

"Kyosuke? It's done. What are you doing?"

After adjusting everything, Eiri turned back to look at Hojo Kyosuke. As soon as she turned her head, she saw that the other person was looking at the position of her neck. She even blushed. Just when she was about to scold him, she realized that the other person was in a daze. .

"Yinglili, do you like eggs?"

Hojo Kyousuke came to his senses and the questions in his head were spoken out smoothly.

"Huh? If the food is good, you will like to eat it."

Although she didn't understand what was going on, Yinglili still answered.

"Too."

"Why do you ask?"

"It's nothing, I just saw that you seemed to like eating fried eggs in the restaurant before."

"!"

Eirili suddenly raised her head and looked at Hojo Kyosuke with shame and anger.

"You have the nerve to say that if you hadn't looked at me suddenly, I wouldn't have been frightened, the fork wouldn't have fallen to the ground, and I wouldn't have eaten like that."

"...Yes, yes, it's all my fault. Let's get down to business today."

Hojo Kyosuke didn't say much and decisively took the pot and carried it on his back.

"That's right!" Ying Lili hummed, operating the mouse in her hand and opening a file.

"I processed this based on the pictures you drew last time."

Hojo Kyosuke walked over and took a look. The rough draft was in black and white last time, but now it was all in color.

Eri also drew the relevant dialog boxes, the cry of the little girl, the provocative words of the weirdo, and the rumbling notes of the collapsed building.

Eiriri even roughly inferred the development of the story based on the three simple pictures, and drew a picture of Saitama rushing over.

It’s just that she drew Saitama flying in the sky, and she also designed a uniform, with a big fist drawn on the chest, showing a leather texture through the halo, and the cloak also rustled in the wind during the flight.

"How about it?"

Although Eiri was still looking at the monitor without looking back, Hojo Kyosuke could still hear the strong expectation in that tone, looking forward to being praised.

"That's amazing, you deserve to be Teacher Yinglili!"

Although he wanted to immediately restore the most unpretentious teacher Saitama, Hojo Kyosuke, as an emotional mentor, still knew that he could only praise him at this time.

"Hehe, it's not that powerful. It's just a little bit modified based on yours."

This is what the girl who spent four nights drawing with an unfamiliar tablet said.

"Although I heard you say something last time, do you have a specific outline for what follows?"

After the fruits of her labor were confirmed, a certain pretty blonde girl who was very easily satisfied continued to work.

"Wait a minute, before we start, there is something we need to discuss first." Hojo Kyosuke said seriously.

"What?" Yinglili asked confused.

"How should we cooperate? Is it employment or partnership?"

"Hire?"

"It's like a comic assistant. You help me improve the comics and I pay you a salary."

"Oh! Of course I know what a comic assistant is. I mean why are we talking about this? I'm just helping you add a little more details. Just think of it as thanking you for your help last time."

Hearing Hojo Kyousuke's words, Eiri was stunned at first, and then said matter-of-factly.

"No, you have already helped me a lot by teaching me how to draw. How can I still prostitute you for nothing?"

"Bai, Bai, Bai whoring!"

Yinglili's fair face turned red instantly, she lowered her head and was about to use her twin ponytails to attack.

"Wait, wait! I didn't mean that!"

In order to prevent hair from getting into his mouth again, Hojo Kyosuke quickly reached out his hand and touched Eiriri's head.

"Pervert! Pervert!"

After her head was restrained, Ying Lili was still screaming softly.

"What I mean is, it's the fruit of your labor. I can't just possess it with peace of mind. That would be disrespectful to you."

What a terrible grammar and sentence fragmentation. After hearing this, the contestant Ying Lili immediately thought of a bunch of 18x plots.

"There's no need to be so serious. The main plot and main body of the comic are provided by you. Anyway, even if I don't help you draw, I still have to practice painting. Just think of it as relaxing." Yingli said a little embarrassed.

"If that's the case, I'd rather go outside and find those low-level manga assistants." Hojo Kyosuke said forcefully.

"You, why are you so stubborn? You said that all the comic assistants outside are inferior. They will never be able to turn your weird paintings into this!"

The girl who looks strong but is actually very soft-hearted has a little anger and anxiety in her voice.

"Right, since it's something only you can do, then just because of its scarcity, I should find a way to tie you to my side no matter what."

"Idiot! Don't say such misleading things as being tied to your side!"

Blushing as she said this, the girl was delighted that Hojo Kyosuke was nervous about her in his words, and delighted that her abilities were so definitely satisfied.

"In that case, I'll satisfy you. You can pay me one thousand yen every day."

"Actually, I didn't want to hire you..." Hojo Kyosuke whispered.

"What? Are you kidding me?"

Yinglili, who was still immersed in joy, heard this and became furious.

What's the matter with this guy Kyosuke Hojo? One moment he says I'm so important to him, and the next moment he's reluctant to part with a thousand yen?

The girl's heart was instantly filled with grievances. She originally said she could help him for free, but now he himself...

"No, no, no, wait a minute! What I mean is that the treatment of an ordinary comic assistant cannot be compared with what you pay, let alone the thousand yen you mentioned, which is far lower than the market price."

Seeing Eri's expression change instantly, Hojo Kyousuke quickly explained.

"Then what do you want to do? If you say it once and for all, and if you try to whet my appetite again, I won't help you draw!"

The girl who would actually help no matter what, said angrily.

"This comic is a joint creation between the two of us, signed by both of us, and the interests are equally shared."

Hojo Kyosuke said thoughtfully, originally he only planned to divide the profits from the comics equally with Eri, and he would keep other copyrights for himself.

But when he saw the paintings that Yinglili had obviously put a lot of effort into, he immediately couldn't express his petty thoughts.

"Co-signed? Do you know what you're talking about?"

Yinglili didn't expect to hear such a sentence, her mouth opened slightly, and her blue eyes were full of disbelief.

"I generally know."

"Then how do you pay it back? Aren't you just drawing comics because you are short of money? Even if you can successfully serialize it, you won't have much money. After you share it with me, you will have even less left."

"Even if we are short of money, we cannot be careless about moral matters like this."

After hearing this, Eiri lowered her head and thought for a few seconds, then raised her head, looked at Hojo Kyousuke with bright eyes, and asked excitedly:

"Haha, is this the morality of your interest?"

"If you want to put it that way, it can be considered."

Although I also copied works from my previous life, I respect the work of others in this life. A flexible moral bottom line can also be said to be due to interest, right?

After I make money, I will burn two big houses for each of you! Someone is thinking unscrupulously.

"In that case, I agree! But don't sign jointly. You have your own moral principles, and I also have my own pride. How could I, Yinglili, accept such a gift from others? I will create my own works!"

The girl's voice was full of pride, and no one who heard her words would doubt that that was a future that would inevitably come true.

"Then let's work hard together!" said Hojo Kyosuke, who was very happy to have caught a strong man.

"Then let's talk about the outline first."

Yinglili opened a blank document, ready to record at any time. She knew that Hojo Kyosuke was a novice, so she could only help in this regard.

"Well, although you have been asking about the outline, I actually don't have that." Hojo Kyosuke said embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter. The outline is actually your idea for the development of subsequent comics. For example, your comic depicts heroes fighting monsters. Ultraman has read it. What kind of monsters do you want to fight? What are the origins of the monsters, what abilities they have, and so on. What are some Ultramans, and the origins and abilities of other Ultramans..."

Eiriri is worthy of being a doujinshi writer who is about to make her debut. When she talked about this matter, she spoke clearly and clearly, which made Hojo Kyosuke look confused.

To be honest, even though I remember part of the plot, I still can’t reproduce it completely. As for weirdos, he remembers cockroach people, underground people, crab people, vaccine people, giant people, deep sea kings, and there seems to be a meteorite, which is part of Mr. Saitama's values ​​​​showed in that episode.

In other words, seaweed people? Mosquito Man, Frankenstein, artificial monster? And the Weird Association at the back...

Alas? As Hojo Kyosuke recalled it, he realized that although he didn't remember the specific plot, it seemed that just what he recalled now was enough to draw a lot.

Then he told Yinglili what he had just recalled, and the latter wrote them down in the document one by one.

"So, what do you think is the highlight of this comic? This must be determined, and all subsequent plots must be designed around this point. No matter what weirdo, no matter what hero, no matter what plot, it is all to highlight this Something to watch.”

Originally, Hojo Kyousuke was prepared to be complained about by Eri, but unexpectedly, the latter did not show the slightest expression of disgust, but frowned and thought for a while, and continued to help him clarify his thoughts.

While being surprised by the girl's professionalism, Hojo Kyousuke also tried hard to remember and think.

"The key point is to create a protagonist who is as powerful as the last episode from the first episode. The invincible Saitama, pure violence! No matter how powerful the monster is, he can blow it up with one punch."

"Okay, once the main tone is determined, we need to consider how to highlight the protagonist's power. As you said, use the power of the weirdo to highlight the protagonist, and the power of the weirdo needs to be highlighted by the other heroes you mentioned before."

"There is a hero called Cyclist. He does not have any superpowers and is the lowest-level hero. He is usually just an ordinary office worker. But when he finds a weirdo, he will quickly rush to the scene on his bicycle, no matter how strong the weirdo's level is."

"Level?" Yinglili, who kept writing down, stopped and asked.

"Yes, in terms of heroes, from weak to strong, monsters are divided into wolves, tigers, ghosts, dragons, and gods; and heroes are divided into C, B, A, and S."

"Yes, simple and clear."

…

one hour later

"The content you are talking about now is only enough to support the series for half a year, but what will happen after that?"

Eiri put her hands down from the keyboard. On that document, she had compiled a clear tree-like story line based on the messy words Hojo Kyosuke said.

"..."

Wait and see if you can be lucky enough to get a gift from any girl? No way, I can remember so much because Teacher One’s painting style is so impressive. In fact, Hojo Kyousuke couldn't remember the contents of the Monster Fighting Association at all, so he could only give a rough outline and let Eiri help him complete it.

"How about we stop then?" Hojo Kyosuke asked tentatively.

"Ha!? Do you know what you are talking about? You can say such evil things??"

Hearing this, Yinglili, who was originally serious, was instantly furious. If she hadn't considered the huge gap in strength between them, she might have jumped up and started a fight.

"Well, there's no need to be so angry. I learned from the Internet that there are quite a few authors in this situation, right?"

"But do you know how sad readers will be when this happens!"

Thinking of the many authors in her memory who were painting and then suddenly disappeared, Yinglili felt her teeth itching with hatred.

"Do you know what a bad behavior it is to stop the clock!"

"Then we'll keep updating, and we'll talk about it when the time comes, right?" Looking at the girl whose anger level was soaring, Hojo Kyousuke decisively surrendered.

"We can't talk about it until then. From now on, you have to think carefully about it!"

Although she still said angrily, Ying Lili did not continue to hold on.

"Besides, maybe he will be cut in half before that time comes." Hojo Kyosuke said softly.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Are you not confident in your story or in my painting skills?!"

The originally angry girl put down the pressure-sensitive pen that came with the tablet in her hand and said angrily.

"I'm sorry, sorry, but please forgive me for my lack of confidence as a rookie. With Teacher Eiri's unparalleled drawing skills, our comics will definitely be very popular. Come and start drawing now!"

Knowing that he said the wrong thing, Hojo Kyousuke quickly apologized.

"That's pretty much it. You have to remember that a work that even the creator himself has little confidence in cannot possibly infect others!

The so-called work must have put all the efforts of the author into it! "

Yinglili seems to be transformed into the heroine of a morning drama, saying some passionate words.

"Okay, I understand, Teacher Eiri, thank you for your teaching." Hojo Kyousuke knew that a certain girl who was dissatisfied with her integrity was cheering him up.

"You have almost mastered the use of the digital tablet, now let's start the production of the first episode!"

There have always been different opinions on what is the most important element of a comic. Some say it’s the painter, some say it’s the story, some say it’s the storyboards, and some say it’s the characters.

Mr. ONE, the original author of One Punch Man, is a leader in storyboards and storyboards. He can attract a large number of fans with his soulful painting style like Hojo Kyosuke. This shows the storyboards and storyboards of this comic. of excellence.

As for Hojo Kyosuke, who has read anime and manga, even if his memory is no longer clear, it is much easier than those who have to start from scratch to think about storyboards, and the characters can be copied.

Regarding the storyboards, even if I can’t remember some parts, Hojo Kyousuke can use his extreme scientific thinking to make a little deduction to achieve the harmony of movement and space, so that the characters in the animation can truly "move".

I'm invincible this time! After thinking about all this, Hojo Kyousuke rolled up his sleeves and raised the pressure-sensitive pen with a serious expression.

Eiri moved her chair a little closer and sat next to Hojo Kyosuke. When she saw that the latter encountered difficulties and couldn't write, she gave him some advice.

It's a pity that it's not that soulful style of painting, and there are a lot of jokes missing.

The girl felt pity in her heart when she saw Hojo Kyosuke's Saitama whose painting style was completely different from hers.

"Don't you need to put some logo on the uniform?"

"No, this is exactly his characteristic." Although he said it categorically, Hojo Kyosuke was not sure whether ONE-sensei's drawing was because he was not capable enough to fill in the details.

"Can't he fly?"

"It's said that you become stronger through exercise. Human beings can't fly no matter how hard they try, right?"

"Then it's scientific that he becomes invincible by doing push-ups and squats?"

"That's long-winded!" Hojo Kyousuke curled his lips.

"Um?!"

Hearing those familiar lines, Ying Lili was stunned for a moment, what's going on? This damn sense of déjà vu!

Before the girl could defend her character and lines, the door was opened, and both of them looked back.

"Haha, you two get along very well."

The person who came was Mrs. Sayuri, holding a plate of fruit in her hand. At this moment, she was looking at her daughter with a teasing look on her face.

Hearing her mother's words and noticing the look in her eyes, Eiri turned her head along her line of sight, and then discovered that because she was focused on watching Hojo Kyosuke's paintings, she unconsciously got closer and closer, and now her whole body was almost pressed against the latter. On the body.

The moist red mouth was less than five centimeters away from Hojo Kyosuke's face. Noticing this, Eirili quickly leaned back and waved her hands wildly.

"How can I get along so well with this guy! We are just partners, and this guy is my new money-making tool! Yes, that's it!"

As she spoke, Yinglili stood up. Although her legs were short but well-proportioned, she walked to her mother's side with small steps and took the plate.

Then with her mother's teasing smile, she pushed her out of the door with her face flushed.

"Don't bother us until dinner!"

"Ara, after such a long time, I can do a lot of things." Mrs. Sayuri outside the door still said with a clear voice with a smile.

"That's so annoying!!!"

Eiriri shouted her signature lines loudly, as if she was announcing her ownership of the character to Kyousuke Hojo.

"What are you looking at? You must finish all the required work for your first submission before dinner! Speed ​​it up!"

Hojo Kyousuke, who was still looking at Eiri in a funny way, quickly lowered his head and continued his great work of copying.

…

With memory comparison and invincible control, his hands became very obedient. The drawing machine Hojo Kyosuke quickly finished the plot of the crab-fighting man, the vaccine man, and the giant man.

According to what Ying Lili said, if you submit a manuscript now, it will take about sixty to seventy sheets of manuscript paper. Kyousuke Hojo drew sixty pictures, and Eiri will add some detailed pagination later.

Package the files and send them to Ying Lili, and then it's her job.

Originally, after seeing the crab man in diapers, the naughty kid with a butt and chin, and the giant man who scratched and beat his big brother to death, Yinglili was laughing non-stop. After accepting the documents, her expression became serious.

Putting on gloves to prevent accidental touch, Yinglili picked up the pressure-sensitive pen and started this arduous task.

Seeing Eri's serious look, Hojo Kyosuke thought for a moment and took out his mobile phone to see if there was any new news from Shoko Sakura Naoka and the others about the arrangements for tomorrow's Azalea Festival.

But as soon as she took out her cell phone, she was discovered by Ying Lili. The latter didn't take her eyes off the tablet, but her tone was a little stern.

"What do you want to do? Come and watch carefully like I just did. There are some places I need you to confirm before I can continue painting."

"Oh, okay." Someone immediately moved his chair and came closer like a primary school student.

"Idiot, it's too close!"

Feeling the breath spraying on her face, Yinglili blushed and said quickly.

"Oh, then I'll stay away." Seeing that Ying Lili blushed as expected, the evil-minded person moved back a centimeter.

"You! Humph!" Eiriri noticed Hojo Kyousuke's prank, hummed slightly, turned away and continued to draw.

"Here, as a coloring page, what do you think of the color of Saitama's clothing?"

"Yellow clothes, not tight clothes, should be a little loose. Black belt, red gloves and boots, pure white cloak, the only important point is that the bald head must be round and shiny enough."

"..."

Although she had a lot to complain about the last point, Yinglili still showed her professionalism due diligence.

"Should the crab man's chest be drawn to look like pecs or a crab shell?"

Um?

Hojo Kyosuke was confused by this question. Is there any difference between the two? He stared at the irregular shape with black dots he drew and thought for a moment.

"I've already said he's a weirdo, so just draw him like a crab shell!"

"Shouldn't the weirdo be drawn with chest muscles?" Ying Lili said angrily.

"But if it's breast muscles, what's there to be angry about if a child draws one on your head?"

"Fine."

"Do you want to draw hair on your legs?"

"Teacher Yinglili, please use yourselves. I absolutely believe in your aesthetics and painting skills!"

Hojo Kyosuke knew that the girl was retaliating for the prank he had just played, and he quickly surrendered.

hey-hey

The girl laughed proudly in her heart, the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, and then she continued to draw, writing more and more briskly.

after an hour

"Eiriri, stand up and move your body, look into the distance and relax your eyes." Hojo Kyosuke stood up as he spoke.

"What for? Time is very tight, we must speed up."

Yinglili, who was immersed in painting, was suddenly interrupted, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to scream. It's a pity that her heart is too soft. After hearing these words that were obviously concerned about herself, she couldn't even say anything harsh and could only pretend to be pitiful.

"No, you will go blind if you continue like this, and your children will also be short-sighted in the future."

Hojo Kyosuke insisted that he had actually wanted to do this half an hour ago, but seeing Eri's focused look, he really couldn't bear to disturb her.

Just when he saw Yinglili twisting her neck with a painful expression, he had the courage to interrupt her.

"Come on, get up and do radio gymnastics with me."

Saying that, Hojo Kyousuke directly grabbed Eri's arm and pulled her up.

"I know, I know."

After breaking free from Hojo Kyousuke's hand, Eiriri straightened her clothes and complained:

"Are you also the kind of neon person who is keen on doing gymnastics on the radio to collect praise?"

Like Hojo Kyosuke, who has a flexible moral bottom line, Eiri also has a flexible nationality.

When faced with broadcasting gymnastics, a sport that people like very much but she doesn't like, she will immediately become British.

"Hahaha, if you say that, I will take you to Akihabara to do radio gymnastics one day."

"Yada! Absolutely not!"

Ying Lili's mind immediately flashed to those uncles in suits and dancing in advertisements or music MVs, and she didn't want to die. That would be even scarier than revealing that I am a otaku!

"Then come and exercise with me quickly. It's not friendly to your body and eyes if you sit still for a long time. You must have been sick often before, right? Staying up late painting, not exercising for a long time and so on."

…

Listening to Hojo Kyosuke's words, Eiri took off her glasses silently, stood behind him, and stretched her limbs with him.

"The Beautiful Girl of Shimamura Middle School"

This is a hidden nickname of Yinglili in school, which is different from the Chinese context. Because she was often sick and had to take leave at least once a month, she was given this nickname by some classmates in private. It was definitely not to say that she was pure and innocent.

However, to have extraordinary talents, it is absolutely impossible to rely solely on talent...

Except for the freak Hojo Kyosuke!

In short, because of the obsession she once had in her heart, in addition to studying at school during the day, Yinglili stayed up late painting every day, every month, and every year.

How can your body get better after so many years? How could the eyes not be myopic?

Hojo Kyosuke, if he doesn’t have enough money at that time, I will lend him my share first and I will not charge him any interest. You can also let him come to my house for dinner. Dad seems to like him very much anyway.

Looking at the boy in front of him who was dancing with his hands and feet and shouting one, two, three, four, urging her to follow suit, Ying Lili felt a warm current flowing through her heart.

Except for her parents, no one has ever cared about her so much, even the childhood sweethearts she once considered.

Thinking this way, Yinglili cheered up and worked hard to keep up with the rhythm.

"Try harder, haven't you eaten?"

Thanks for the rewards and monthly tickets, I feel a little restless...