So Ordinary I Want to Be Recognized

After reading all the manuscripts, Mizutaku sorted out his surprises and opinions, listed them one by one in the dialog box, and sent them to the other party.

"In short, thank you very much, Teacher Kashiwagi!" He expressed his thanks again.

"This is what I should do. By the way, that, Nakamura-sensei, there is one more thing."

"What is it?"

"That... I personally think that Mr. Nakamura's work is very good. So, keep confident and don't be influenced by other people's words!" Contrary to Mizutaka's expectation, Kashiwagi Eri did not mention Instead of advice, words of encouragement are given.

"Thank you!" With a warm heart, he gratefully accepted these words of encouragement.

Maybe... besides the golden legend, it is also quite good to have such a close big sister as a friend?

Thinking of this, Mizutaka suddenly felt a sense of betrayal of the Golden Legend.

Ah, what about making friends behind the backs of friends and friends of friends...

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pS: In the last chapter, someone thought they had guessed the plot and then said something in the post that would affect the perception of subsequent readers... Leaving aside whether your speculation is accurate or not, can your post be a little gentler? .. The atmosphere of this book has always been good, and I don't want this good atmosphere to be destroyed...Thank you.

Chapter 92 Writers and Artists

May [-]rd.

The gate of An Yi's house.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who was holding on to her calmness, finally couldn't help showing a tired look after she walked outside the door.

In places where An Yilun can't see, she finally doesn't have to be the reliable senior who can give advice "drag all the members in" from above.

She breathed a long sigh of relief and walked into the alley outside the house.

at this time...

"Out?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's footsteps stopped.

There was a look of surprise in her wine red eyes, and she looked towards the source of the voice.

The bicycle was docked right against the wall.

And beside the bicycle, a figure was standing there coolly, with his hands folded against the wall and his head lowered.

The surprise lasted only for a short time.

"To be honest, I'm a little surprised." After combing her long hair casually, Kasumigaoka Shiwa said, "Sawamura-san, who is the childhood sweetheart of Mr. Hiding at home to catch up with the draft, but waiting here for me?"

"That kind of thing is simply impossible to happen! Don't mess with it, you seem to know me very well!" The cool aura disappeared in an instant, and Ying Lili jumped in front of Shi Yu, retorting angrily with.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"You guy...forget it." Surprisingly, Ying Lili didn't continue to care about it this time.

"So, what's the matter?" Shi Yu glanced at her with some incredible eyes.

"Go and talk." Ying Lili kicked off the floor stand of the bicycle beside her, pushed the bicycle and led the way.

Not long after, in the coffee shop.

"I was so angry yesterday... that's coming." Pushing the hot juice brought by the waiter to the other party, Ying Lili stared at the girl who was one year older than her with calm eyes.

Seeing her like this, Shi Yu's already weird eyes looked even more strange.

This is... English pear?

Isn't it the one in her family who dyed her hair?

"So, what does Sawamura-san who cares about me so much want to do?" She took a sip of the juice bluntly, and looked out the window.

"Then... I'll get down to business."

Is it finally time to introduce the topic?Put on such a serious look in front of me...

"Go ahead."

"Yesterday's...argument, I was also impulsive. But, I hope...you can stop going to trouble with that Mr. Nakamura, and stop putting pressure on the editor." Looking at Kasumi Hill The side face, Ying Lili said word by word.

Shiyu turned her head back.

The burgundy and light blue eyes met for a moment.

"Then..." Shi Yu tilted his head, "You who said this, are you...begging me?"

"Yes."

This answer made Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's eyes widen.

"I am asking you as the illustrator of... this novel, and as your half acquaintance." Although there was some shame on her face, Ying Lili still tried her best to look at the other party .

"...Then, may I take the liberty to ask, who is that Mr. Nakamura who made you do this?" Shiyu, who was a little dazed and returned to normal, asked curiously.

"He is my friend." Only when she said this sentence, Ying Lili didn't pause at all.

A douchebag who needs encouragement, not blows.

"For a friend... to do this?" The tone was incomprehensible.