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"Oh~" Eriri crossed her arms and smiled meaningfully: "So, Kasumi-sensei thinks so too."

At this moment, Kasumigaoka felt that Eriri's aura seemed to have suddenly become somewhat unfamiliar. She seemed very confident, which was a bit strange. Who gave her that aura?

At this moment, Rikka quietly came to her older brother's side, and like him, she held a cookie and held it up with her other hand, crunching it as she watched the show with amusement.

Kasumigaoka narrowed her long, beautiful eyes: "Is there a problem?"

"Of course, no problem, because I think so too." Eriri puffed out her small chest, which didn't protrude much.

"Then why did you offer to help Qianye write his novel..."

"I mean, I want to help Qianye with writing a novel, not that I want to help him write a novel."

"Wordplay? What are you trying to say?"

“It’s simple.” Eriri tilted her head to look at the bookshelf in the room: “Chiya, may I borrow one of your books?”

Yuan Qianye was also curious about what she wanted to do, so he nodded and said, "Okay, take whatever you want."

Eriri then took out an award-winning detective novel that Minamoto Chiyo had previously purchased from the bookshelf and quickly flipped through it, tapping the edge of the pages with her thumb.

She quickly stopped and found what she was looking for.

She turned back a page and then proudly showed it to Kasumigaoka.

Gen Chiya and Rikka also peeked over and immediately realized what was going on.

What Eriri showed was a crime scene plan that comes with almost every published detective novel.

Almost every published mystery novel includes these kinds of pictures in the relevant cases to help readers understand the story more clearly and comprehensively, in conjunction with the original text.

Some of the puzzles and riddles are complex, and there may also be additional tools used in the crime, or even demonstration diagrams of the crime scene setup.

In short, it's like how buying toilet paper novels always comes with illustrations of beautiful girls or even erotic pictures.

In detective novels, the presence of such floor plans is indeed a relatively common occurrence.

At this moment, Kasumigaoka's expressionless face contrasted sharply with Eriri's smug smile.

After a moment of silence, Kasumigaoka said, "Chiya is going to participate in a competition, not to publish a book immediately. This kind of floor plan is not necessary."

Eriri snorted and tilted her head back: "But you can't deny that if you can include floor plans in the completed novel, it's more or less a bonus. It might give the judges a refreshing feeling and make them think that he has put his heart into it. It might even earn him a lot of goodwill points."

Kasumigaoka smiled and said, "But if it's just a simple diagram of this level, even I could draw it."

"Didn't you just say that professional tasks should be left to professionals? I've been drawing since elementary school, and I've won first prize in children's drawing competitions multiple times. Now, I even have official professional artist badges certified by several art-related websites. Not long ago, I collaborated with a commercial company to complete the original drawing and coloring work for them..."

Eriri suddenly took a step closer, and after discussing her area of ​​expertise, her eyes shone with unparalleled confidence.

"...In the field of painting, I am fully confident that even a simple two-dimensional illustration will be far superior in terms of final completion and aesthetic presentation compared to non-professionals."

At this point, Chiyo could no longer remain silent; the two of them were starting to get a little heated: "Then I'll leave it to you, Eriri."

He had a good relationship with Eriri, so he didn't stand on ceremony.

Although he can draw himself, as Eriri said, her drawing skills are indeed better, so it would be more appropriate for her to do this kind of work.

“It’s a small matter, Chiyo.” Eriri turned her head and smiled quite happily.

After taking a deep breath, Kasumigaoka regained her composure: "I also thank you on behalf of Chiya. I will send you the outline of the novel later. You can draw the crime scene according to what is written on it. If you have any questions, you can contact me by message. I will have to trouble Ms. Kashiwagi Eri to take good care of you when you get back."

"There's no need for Kasumi-sensei to thank me. I simply wanted to help Chiya. Oh, and I forgot to mention, there's no need to keep in touch via messages either, because I'll be forming a mutual aid study group with Rikka for the next few days, so I'll be staying here..."

At this point, Eriri suddenly suppressed her arrogant demeanor and looked at Minamoto Chiya.

"Chiya, I want to stay here. Is that alright? Will it be a bother?"

Yuan Qianye shrugged indifferently: "Of course it's okay. There are guest rooms at home. We'll tidy them up for you and you can move in right away."

"No need, no need, I'll just live with Rikka."

Eriri hugged Rikka with a grin and snuggled close to her.

At this point, Kasumigaoka realized the situation and his face turned completely gloomy.

Her toes, which had been restlessly on the ground, were now filled with anxiety as she anticipated the unpleasant developments to come in the near future.

That blond idiot is so annoying!

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Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

After returning to the living room from the second floor, Eriri went to the bathroom. When no one else was around, she waved her little hands almost frantically.

So refreshing! So refreshing! So refreshing! So refreshing!

Recalling what happened at noon earlier.

The wheel of fortune turns, just as it did then.

How delightful!

Kasumigaoka Utaha, that's the kind of expression I wanted to see on your face!

That expression of unwillingness, yet helplessness!

That'll teach you to be so cocky before.

Now I'll be your sole defender, you philandering cat! Just you wait!

Eriri composed herself slightly, patted her face, and just as she took out her phone, she noticed a dog's furtive figure standing outside the bathroom's ventilation window.

It is a jet-black wing.

Eriri paused for a moment, then waved her hand. The black wings, unafraid of people, flew straight in.

Eriri hugged it and said seriously, "I didn't do anything, you didn't see anything, understand?"

The black-winged creature tilted its head, seemingly puzzled.

Eriri smiled and said, "That's right, my little bird. Rikka told me you like to eat walnuts. It's good that you like walnuts, they're good for your brain. I'll go and get some for you later."

The black wings suddenly nodded vigorously.

"You can actually understand what I'm saying!"

Eriri was a little startled.

While eating breakfast, Yukino Yukinoshita on the other side of the ocean received a message from Eriri.

[Eri: Yukino, we won! (Cat popping champagne.jpg)]

This is a bit nonsensical, but considering Eriri's happy expression at this moment...

Yukino couldn't help but smile slightly.

A greasy breakfast of baked beans with tomato, grilled sausage, and fried potato wedges.

It didn't seem so hard to swallow after all.

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Volume 1: 128: Most young people imagine themselves as writers (5000)

Because we need to hold a mutual learning session with Rikka Takanashi before the end of the semester to improve our academic performance.

And during this time, he also helped Gen Chiya draw illustrations for the novel he was writing for the competition.

Thus, it was a natural decision that Eriri would be staying at the Genji family's house for a while.

Rikka and Chiya both nodded in agreement, so naturally the rest of the family had no objections.

Junko's mother was even quite happy that Eriri was going to move in, remarking that the house would be lively again after a long time.

After dinner, Rikka went home with Eriri to get her schoolbag, a change of clothes, and other personal items.

When Mrs. Sayuri first heard her daughter say that she was going to stay at the Yuan family's house for a while, she was still hesitant.

I was wondering if the child's sudden comment was simply because he wanted to go play.

However, after subtly learning the general reason, Sayuri immediately agreed.

She started helping her daughter pack her clothes, and didn't forget to remind Eriri: "Be good when you stay with us, okay? Don't cause any trouble for others. Be quick and help with chores. Make sure you fold your own blankets after you get up in the morning. And when you get home, don't take off your socks and leave them lying around or run around barefoot. It's true that Mom helps you tidy up at home, but you can't do that at other people's houses. It's very impolite..."

"Mom! Of course I know all this, I'm not a little kid anymore!" Looking at Rikka, who was trying not to laugh, Eriri felt quite embarrassed. Luckily, she had refused Chiya's offer to come home with her to help with her luggage. Otherwise, if he knew all about her messy side, she felt like she would be ruined for the rest of her life.

Sayuri smiled at Rikka: "Then Eriri will be bothering you during this time. You two should get along well. If Eriri does anything to upset you, you can tell Auntie anytime, and I'll teach her a lesson for you."

"No, Auntie, Eriri and I are best friends, we'll get along well." Rikka hugged Eriri tightly.

Eriri was a little annoyed by her mother's nagging, so she picked up her luggage and said, "Alright, Mom, we're almost done packing. Let's go."

"Wait a minute, take the white truffles and Iberian ham that your grandfather sent from abroad with you."

"Uh, I don't really like eating those. The white truffles taste weird, and the ham is a bit too salty." Eriri seemed a little reluctant.

Mrs. Lily tapped her silly daughter on the head with a hint of annoyance: "That's because your father's cooking is terrible. Besides, who told you to eat it? I told you to bring it to your uncles and aunts to try."

After coming out of the kitchen and handing the beautifully packaged gift box to Eriri, Mrs. Sayuri gently shook Rikka's hand and said, "These are just some common little trinkets. Rikka, try them when you get back. If you or anyone else in your family thinks they taste good, I'll ask Eriri's grandfather to send some more over, and then Eriri can deliver them to you."

No, no, no, even someone who knows nothing about cooking would understand that truffles and that ham thing are not some common little trinket...

Eriri eats so well all the time, she really is a pampered young lady...

With these thoughts in mind, Rikka obediently said, "Thank you, Auntie."

"Be careful on the road. Message me when Eriri arrives."

As she watched her beloved daughter disappear into the night from her own doorstep, Sayuri rested her chin on her right hand, her long hair, tied up, falling from one shoulder to her chest, her expression one of great contentment.

Eriri has finally shown some awareness of potential crises. After learning that Utaha had taken action, she started to fight back, which is a sign of growth. However, she still needs to work on her interpersonal skills...

Although she's only in the second year of junior high school, this situation is inevitable, but we need to hurry up and teach her the art of social interaction, since she'll be going to high school soon...

When Sayuri recalled those days, she realized that as the childhood sweetheart who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere and defeated her husband, she finally got what she wanted. It wasn't just a one-sided effort directed at her husband.

The effort a husband makes with his parents and other family members, and the resulting positive impression, is also quite important.

Around 9 p.m., Mr. Sawamura returned home after finishing his fishing trip, humming a little tune.

"Honey, you're back."

"Ah, I'm back! I had a very productive day!"

"Thank you for your hard work."