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

"(ゝω) It's me, what's the matter?"

Ah, this is such a cute kaomoji.

On the contrary, it is completely different from the gloomy painting style in the vertical painting.

God knows how many times he checked his phone after get off work in order to contact Ishihara Rina.

Considering the habit of artists staying up late to work on drafts, he watched the backstage of Little Blue Bird almost every minute. Seeing that the simulated heroine was finally online, he immediately launched an offensive.

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

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

A perspective that is still one’s own.

Another perspective switched to a dark room with tightly drawn curtains.

On the big bed on the side near the window sill, a figure was curled up into a ball, with a vague mess of long hair hanging down beside the bed.

On the hangers on the side, there are all loose T-shirts and shirts piled up in a messy manner. Commonly used equipment such as water cups, kettles, and electric water heaters are neatly placed in the corner of the room, probably for easy access at any time.

Hearing the beep of the mobile phone, the quilt squirmed, as if it was untied, and slowly stretched out. A palm covered by a long sleeve came out, and followed the sound and groped around. Couldn't reach the phone.

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

There was a muffled sound.

She instantly crouched down with her head in her arms, her T-shirt, obviously a man's size, hanging disheveled on her body. With this impact, her right shoulder slipped slightly, revealing her slender body bones.

She grabbed her phone and climbed out of bed. Suddenly her phone lit up again. The light from the phone dazzled her eyes. Inadvertently, she stubbed her toe again.

Another mosquito-like cry.

After rolling around on the floor, she reluctantly pulled out a medicine box from under the bed, carefully applied some bruises, and then climbed onto the sofa.

Her whole body curled up into a ball, her toes were still curled up uneasily because of the pain, curled up like a wounded animal. She looked at the screen of her phone hesitantly, and stretched out her slender fingers with uneven nails from the edge of her sleeves. He looked at the message with his fingers hesitantly and replied cautiously:

"!!!∑(Дノ)ノ isn't as awesome as you said. I also read the novel written by Lily-chan. Hehe, it's really interesting."

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

"You are really talented. Among the people I have seen, your painting style and tension are among the best."

"(o▽)oHey hehe~ I won't be happy if you praise me like this!"

From the right perspective, there was a burst of witch-like laughter in the darkness. She was shaking her head in the chair, her hair swaying, and her voice sounded quiet. It was not so much sinister as...

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

Just when she wanted to reply something, a new message from Asaha Kazama was sent.

"It's like this, Rina-chan, I am the editor of Kimura Fairy, and I plan to invest most of my resources in her in the near future.

You also know that the sales of these young novels will be directly affected by the accompanying illustrations.

Kimura is not an experienced author with accumulated experience. If she wants to overtake in a corner, she needs to use some extreme means, and you are the trump card I like. I want to help Kimura become a popular author, and you are an indispensable part.

My phone number is 070-XXXX-XX43. If you don’t mind, let’s call and discuss changing the illustrator.”

"goose……"

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

She tapped the peripheral keyboard, and the computer lit up. On the lock screen was a photo of Asaba Kazama in real life.

On the screen, the mottled light and shadow cast by the shade of the trees gave his cold expression a hazy halo. As she watched, her fingers lightly scratched the screen, and she could vaguely see the blush starting from the collarbone and climbing up. .

"Ah~ So it's you!" She looked at the photo of Asa Yu Kazama on the screen and patted her face.

"I only talk about illustrations online."

She sent out such a message, but began to ruffle her fluffy hair again, which seemed to be a little tangled, and her fingers scratched the armrest uneasily.

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

She tilted her head and put down her phone. Qian Yufazama looked at her back. Her long hair was scattered on the armrest, and the room was very quiet.

Asaba Kazama shook his head. Such Rina Ishihara looked like a little beast that had shut itself in a small world and withered alone. It was a bit pitiful to have barbs all over its body that kept people away.

Before he could feel any more sympathy, subtle breathing sounded.

"???"

Give me back my self-motivation! "Sleep when you encounter difficulties", right?

[There is no historical record and no willingness to communicate offline. This does not comply with the rules of the library for selecting illustrators. But after you think about it for a moment, you can’t refuse such a style of painting, so you take the initiative to talk to your seniors and claim that you have the opportunity to add an annual hit to the library]

[In the office, your senior will say to you: "You are still young and your performance is good. There is no need to gamble.\