We’ve traveled through Tokyo, who still wants to simulate love?

On the other end of the phone, Tamura Yusuke’s voice was clear:

"Teacher Qianyu, I took a quick look and found that the new book you submitted to the mailbox is very in line with the requirements of our Dengeki Bunko. If you don't mind, I wonder if you can come to Dengeki Bunko tomorrow morning to sign the licensing contract.

If you are in the following cities or counties, I will send you an electronic version of the contract. After you sign it, just mail it directly to our Dengeki Library. "

"I'll go to Dengeki Bunko in the afternoon. I'm in Tokyo now."

"That would be great. By the way, I have one thing to ask you. Did you draw the illustration at the beginning of "The Reincarnation of Succubus" yourself?"

"yes."

"You are an illustrator whose level is far beyond the ordinary. If I don't delay your coding and you are responsible for the illustrations of your own novels, you may have unexpected surprises." Tamura Yusuke said seriously.

Qianyu Kazama nodded subconsciously.

That's why he went straight to illustration first.

Get the head start!

Even if you are a recent graduate, you all know how to prepare a good-looking resume for yourself. How could he, who is just starting out, not know how to instantly attract attention among thousands of flowers?

"Of course there is no problem. I trust the aesthetics of Dengeki Bunko editors."

Tamura Yusuke was silent for a moment, his voice seemed to be three points lower, and he said:

"Teacher Qianyu, you should be well-known in the illustrator world, right? With all due respect, given your level of illustration, we may not be able to give you a satisfactory price. The editor-in-chief and other illustrators will also have objections."

Qianyu Kazama snorted softly.

Come on, come on, this is the answer he wants.

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Just pay the price you can give me. Just think that I am paying for my dream. I still have a little confidence in this book."

Editor Tamura breathed a sigh of relief. Based on his intuition from many years of work, this book, combined with the specially customized illustrations, may become a hit.

But as he said, Dengeki Bunko cannot afford such a high price. He said in a gentle voice:

"I don't know how long it will take you, Mr. Qianyu, to draw such an illustration. Will it delay your time in writing a novel?"

"Of course not." Qianyu Kazama said flatly, "It only takes half an hour to draw an illustration of this level, which is not as long as the time it takes me to type."

"Half~half an hour?"

…

[Location: Dengeki Bunko Editorial Department]

Tamura Yusuke put down the phone, took a screenshot of Asaba Kazama's illustration, and sent it to a colleague on the side.

"Wow, what an amazing painting."

Another editor who was still working overtime poked his head out of his desk and shouted to Tamura: "Tamura, which teacher's masterpiece is this? I'm going to see if there are any pornographic pictures."

He looked at Yusuke Tamura sitting at his workstation thoughtfully, so he said, "What's wrong, Tamura, you look like you're scared?"

"This painting was painted for his own work by an author who just submitted a manuscript to me."

"So awesome! What great teacher wants to go ashore and actually chooses to do it himself and paint such a painting? It must be very hard!"

"I don't know who it is, it should be an old author who has been writing light novels trying to restart it. The writing style is quite experienced, not like a newcomer.

But I was a little concerned about what he just said. "

"Um?"

"He said it would take him half an hour to paint such a painting."

The editor was stunned, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't be joking, Tamura, you can't believe this.

We also have to deal with that group of illustrators. Others don’t know it, but you and I don’t know it either?

For illustrations, it does not take much time to draw an exquisite character, but it is not an easy task to ensure that the character is exquisite, the colors are rich and eye-catching, and the movements are beautiful and eye-catching. "

"Yes." Yusuke Tamura was secretly shocked, "Some people have been drawing for several years, and the illustrations they draw will give people a 'dirty' feeling."

"More than that, look at the use of colors, it's amazing! Look at the background, it's elegant, it's so elegant! Is this something that can be done in half an hour?"

Tamura Yusuke pondered, this is really hard to say.

Teacher Qianyu's words just now were too calm and too natural.

He asked cautiously: "Nippori, what if he really did it in half an hour?"

Editor Nippori turned his head in surprise, thought seriously for a moment, sighed and said:

“Painting requires skills, but some people are born with such abilities. For them, areas that take ordinary people half a lifetime to touch may be their starting point.

Every illustration of this level is a pleasure. If it is as you say, that teacher Qian Yu can really do it..."

"It should be awesome!"

Editor Nippori shook his head and said: "No, it's not very powerful, it's a god! But..."

He raised his head and said calmly: "There can be no God in this world."

…

The words are divided into two parts.

On the other side, while Asaba Kazama was reading a book, he picked up his mobile phone from time to time.

After a while, I put down my phone and started reading again.

But soon, feeling a little irritable, he put down the book again, got up and came to the computer.

"Forget it, just know how to draw."

Ishihara Rina has not sent any messages for a long time, which makes him unable to calm down.

He is also planning to submit the magically modified version of "The Prince of Tennis" to be serialized in the weekly "Shounen Jump".

However, compared to illustrations, which require more detailed painters, comics can be drawn much faster.

While he was drawing, he suddenly noticed that his phone was lighting up.

As soon as he pressed the digital pen in his hand, a scratch appeared on the PS drawing.

Putting down the digital pen, he picked up his phone, and then he saw the Twitter backstage. Ishihara Rina replied:

"Hey, did you admit the wrong person?"

Qian Yu Kazama smiled and subconsciously said: "We meet again, sister."

But I felt that speaking like this might scare some timid fool, so I deleted this sentence and followed the "reference answers" in the love simulation and sent this sentence:

"Hey, Rina-san, aren't you in Kumamoto Prefecture? I'm Asaba Kazama, don't you remember me?"

What Asaba Kazama didn't know was that on the other side, Ishihara Rina's cute eyes had widened when she saw the message he sent.

In the dim room, the light of the mobile phone shone on her face.

Before she could react, a photo was sent directly.

"It's me. I saw you posted the Tokyo Sky Tree, Rina-san. Are you coming to Tokyo from Kumamoto Prefecture? Why don't you come to play with me?"

Asaha Kazama's words jumped out immediately.

Rina Ishihara looked at the photo blankly.

The boy in the photo has an indescribable look in his eyes, and his smile is gentle and bright.

Ishihara Rina's heart accelerated unexpectedly.

An uncontrollable blush crept up from her collarbone to her face. She hugged the pillow tightly, with confusion and unconcealable joy in her eyes.

"big liar!"

She curled up and tapped her fingertips on the screen, as if she wanted to touch the boy's face.

It turned out that it was really not a dream, this was her knight, her...groom.