How to raise a random guy's wife

Kato Megumi asked curiously, "They're already hugging, how much more affectionate can they be?"

"For example, like this..."

"No..." Kato Megumi's voice was soft and gentle, "Just focus on your work."

"This is part of the job."

"This is clearly one of your reasons for bullying me—it's so itchy..."

In this atmosphere, Kobayashi Sora quickly wrote down part of the content. When she looked up, several hours had already passed.

Kobayashi Sora stretched and yawned, making a cracking sound from her joints.

"It's about time we ate something." Kobayashi Sora hugged Kato Megumi, whose little face was flushed, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm fine." Kato Megumi leaned against Kobayashi Sora's chest, feeling as if she had eaten a lot of candy, and her whole body was a little lazy.

It’s all Xiaolin Kongqing’s fault.

He was clearly writing a script, but he wasn't being honest at all.

Although they are making an effort, they are striving in a different direction.

There's no way he can be like this.

The male and female protagonists in the story are clearly very restrained, but the writer of the story is becoming more and more unrestrained.

Bad guy.

"Senior, Eriri," Kobayashi Sora turned her head, "What do you want to eat?"

“…” Eriri glared at him but didn’t say anything.

I'm not hungry.

I'm not hungry at all.

The senior student was still typing away on the keyboard, seemingly possessed.

"Work and rest should be balanced," Kobayashi Sora reminded her. "It's time to take a break—senpai?"

"Kobayashi Sora..." Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered, her lips moving slightly, "You're actually getting distracted while creating... Do you even have any intention of putting in the effort?"

She suddenly raised her head, revealing a face like that of a prajna (wisdom being).

"With little time left in the construction period, why are we still eating at this time? Will we die if we don't eat or drink?"

"Yes, I will," Kobayashi Sora replied matter-of-factly.

"If you want to eat, don't you have fingernails? You also have the skin on your fingers, the flesh on the inside of your cheeks, and if chewing those isn't enough, then eat your tongue!"

Kato Megumi snuggled into Kobayashi Sora's arms.

Kasumigaoka Utaha is terrifying now.

“My previous efforts were all to avoid falling into this situation.” Kobayashi Sora patted Kato Megumi on the back. “Alright, let’s pause work and do a summary after dinner.”

"I want fried shrimp," Eriri said, looking up.

"Stewed potatoes with meat," Kasumigaoka Utaha ordered.

After the meal, everyone placed their work results on the table.

"I've reorganized the general plot, added connections between different parts, and changed some of the choices," Kobayashi Sora summarized first. "During the revision process, I discovered some more issues."

"Speak," Kasumigaoka Utaha said, already somewhat numb.

"The options are poorly designed. I checked most of them, and apart from the correct one, the other options are extremely boring."

"Otherwise what?" Kasumigaoka Utaha retorted, "Having made the wrong choice, do you expect a positive response?"

“That’s not what I meant,” Kobayashi Sora explained. “This isn’t a quiz where there are only correct answers. This is a game, so the options should make the player think, ‘What will happen if I choose this?’ rather than giving the feeling that this option is obviously not the right one.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha's design choices have a strong "This is for me" vibe.

The results of choosing other options give the impression that you are being pressured not to choose that one.

Overall, he was somewhat arrogant.

“The options are the actions the protagonist takes. With three options, we need to arrange different plot development directions. When the option is the female protagonist, there should be plot events that emphasize the characteristics of each female protagonist.” Kobayashi Sora took out the mind map she had prepared. Starting from the first chapter, the branches increased continuously according to the options, and then the different options were used to converge. “I have a general outline for the former, as for the latter…” Kobayashi Sora looked at Eriri.

“I drew a few pictures.” Eriri Okumigaoka Utaha raised her chin. “I’ve given them all to her.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha pursed her lips, clearly still immersed in the serious error that Kobayashi Sora had just pointed out, and silently pushed out the printed manuscript.

The three of them passed the book around and looked at it, then simultaneously looked up at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

The arrogance reflected in the options does indeed exist.

The manuscripts in the hands of the three men revealed the source of their arrogance.

Eriri's drawings aren't manga, but illustrations, or rather, sketches.

In addition, she only created the painting based on a simple idea, and her screenwriting ability was extremely average, so there was basically no plot in the painting.

It's more like a silhouette.

However, with just a few silhouettes that seemed to have no beginning or end, Kasumigaoka Utaha wrote several short stories in a short period of time. Although they were not long, they were smooth and complete in terms of structure.

After reading the short story and then looking at the sketches, it's as if colors are gradually emerging, and the characters become vivid, making the scene feel natural.

Such terrifying strength... no wonder she's Kasumi Shiko.

Chapter 258 True Strength

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised an eyebrow and looked at Eriri, "How is it?"

"This is just the beginning!" Eriri had wanted to praise Kasumigaoka Utaha, but after hearing what she said, she immediately became unconvinced. "What's with the arrogance now!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha chuckled, "I'll be watching."

Kobayashi Sora quickly browsed through the short stories, sorting them according to their level of intimacy and the progression of emotions, and matching them with the various options in her mind.

Since its inception, the Kasumi Eri Club has only just begun to develop a production process that truly showcases the abilities of all its members.

Eriri's excellent drawing skills are like a dot, which is then polished into lines by Kasumigaoka Utaha's excellent writing. Kobayashi Sora's excellent logical thinking ability is then used to arrange and combine the lines into a picture. Finally, Kato Megumi softens the transitions and fills in the colors to form a complete and harmonious picture.

In this process, Eriri doesn't need to think about the plot and can showcase her drawing skills without any restrictions; Kasumigaoka Utaha doesn't need to worry about lacking inspiration and can expand outwards based on Eriri's illustrations; Kobayashi Sora doesn't need to think about the intricate plot, she only needs to repeatedly arrange and combine, adjusting all the side and main storylines, which is also the work that he, who loves planning, is best at.

By simply interweaving a few short stories into the plot, Kobayashi Sora showcases her work to the others.

Unlike their previous reactions, Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri both frowned at the same time.

Eriri didn't hold back at all, as if she had just been fed dog food and wanted to vent her resentment on the person who fed her, "What the hell! It's so abrupt, it's like it was forced in! It's so awkward!"

"Who is to blame for this?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, resting her chin on her hand. "It can't be the fault of some illustrator who draws incomplete and disjointed illustrations, can it?"

"Kasumigaoka Utaha! What do you mean? This is clearly a storyline you wrote that doesn't flow smoothly!"

"I completed this short story based on your illustrations; the root of the problem clearly lies with you."

"You dare to blame me?!" Eriri exploded. "It was clearly... huh?"

Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha both froze for a moment, then looked at Kobayashi Sora simultaneously.

The root of the problem clearly lies with Kobayashi Sora.

The method he proposed, however, yielded unsatisfactory results.

To use a metaphor, it's like a tree laden with oranges, persimmons, plums, chestnuts, and pears.

It's not that the fruit tastes bad, but it certainly doesn't look pleasant.

“That’s not the point.” Kobayashi Sora tapped the printed paper lightly. “What I’m showing you is the general development, the emotional progression and branching branches, and whether there are any obvious conflicts or content that doesn’t match the options.”

"Hmm..." Kasumigaoka Utaha quickly skimmed through the text. "Emotionally, there's definitely no problem; the various branches and connections are very close. But..."

“But it’s so awkward!” Eriri pointed out, “This isn’t a script at all, it’s a collection of short stories!”

Up to this point, the revised script is still a simple Frankenstein's monster, lacking a unified style and smooth transitions.

"I know." Kobayashi Sora led Kato Megumi into the room, "Give us some time."

"Huh?" Eriri was stunned.

"Tsk." Kasumigaoka Utaha watched the two walk into the room.

"Doesn't he ever try to restrain himself?" Eriri looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha. "Is he always this unruly?"

"Why are you asking me?" Kasumigaoka Utaha shook her leg. "I'm not usually here."

Eriri subconsciously looked at the mochi.

"Meow?" Rice Cake let out a faint meow.

This cat looks big, but it meows like a little whimper.

Forget it.

Eriri looked away.

Asking is pointless... huh?

In the blink of an eye, Kasumigaoka Utaha disappeared from beside her.

Eriri scanned the living room and quickly spotted Kasumigaoka Utaha lying by the door.

"What are you doing?" Eriri asked in a low voice.

Kasumigaoka Utaha moved her lips, answering in lip-reading, "[Finding material.]"

Materials? !

Eriri followed closer, and faint sounds could be heard coming from the room.

Her face turned bright red, and Eriri's ears felt like they were burning up.

Is this something she can hear?

The scattered sounds coming from the bedroom were basically the kind of sounds that only Eriri could draw in her doujinshi.

It seems like I can hear it.

That's fine.

Eriri looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha with a guilty conscience.