How rude, we are pure love!

The two mature women stared at Qingye blankly, their cheeks gradually turning red.

*

As a result, Qingye spent the entire morning reading and playing games with great interest. The producer next to her explained things to her and handed her various snacks, which made him reluctant to leave.

However, Utaha Kasumigaoka and Eriri did not enjoy it so much. They felt a heavy pressure and when they left the company, they experienced the feeling of being a corporate slave for the first time.

But...it doesn't feel bad.

Eriri truly felt that she could improve.

The girl looked at the warm yellow summer sunset and squinted her eyes.

But what she didn't expect was that the storm that changed her entire life came so quietly.

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ps: The version of the previous chapter has changed. Haki Qing has obtained more privileges and has become completely independent. No more time will be wasted. The next chapter will conclude the loser route, meow!

098. Fallen Yinglili【7K5】

An 'outsourced' outline was not a problem for Kiyono, and it hardly affected his life. He just went there for a while after school. While Eriri and Kasumigaoka Utaha were turning into high-class office workers, he was still living his own relaxed campus life - Tokyo High School did not have a holiday until mid-July, and the same was true for Chiba.

The two creators temporarily left the campus, but as a member of the Yukinoshita family, he was strictly forbidden to be idle!

During lunch break, Qingye pushed open the door of the service department with tools.

Cicadas paced back and forth in the light cast by the gaps in the curtains. The old-fashioned ceiling fan rotated slowly. A little sweat appeared on the girl's white neck, making her uniform look a little transparent.

The world pointer of the passerby heroine was rapidly accelerated, and the service department also ushered in new progress.

The third member of the club, nicknamed "Danko", whose real name is Yuigahama Yui, appears.

Her pink hair is shoulder-length, slightly permed, and tied into a bun with a black hairband. She looks bright and cute, like a puppy.

"Ya hello!"

When the girl heard the noise, she stood up instantly, waved to him in a clear voice, and exuded an overwhelming sunny aura.

Qingye smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Yuigahama-san."

This cute-looking girl has strong communication skills and can be said to be very versatile. In a very short period of time, she advanced Yukinoshita's friendship progress bar and was also interested in building a good relationship with his childhood sweetheart Yukino. He would like to call her Yanami No. 2.

Come to think of it, why do I feel like all the losers have some of the same traits?

Qingye stopped thinking, sat down and spread out the drawing paper - he used to use his free time at school to copy light novels, but now that he had finished writing the light novel, he switched to drawing. He still had to think about the second literary book in a quiet place.

Moreover, he has recently become interested in painting. The effect of this entry is different from that of light novels. You can make progress through serious efforts. The feeling of the experience bar constantly rising is so addictive.

"What are you drawing today, Kiyono-kun?"

Yuigahama, who was already familiar with the boy, turned to look at him, the pink bun on her head swaying, and asked curiously.

"Let's practice the human body." Qingye said casually.

"what……"

Yuigahama put a finger on her cheek and said in a floating voice:

"I don't quite understand...but this kind of practice requires a model, right?"

——Her words carried a hint of the innocence of a young girl, as if she didn't mind being the target.

Before Qingye could respond, Yukinoshita frowned and suddenly said calmly:

"Yuigahama-san, being gentle is a good thing, but I have to warn you in advance that this man's gaze is extremely obscene. Can you tolerate it?"

"Oh, so that's how it is!" The pink-haired girl widened her eyes and moved away from Qingye.

"Don't erase the good impression I have left on others!" Qingye's mouth twitched.

"I'm just describing the facts." Yukinoshita gently lifted her hair. "As someone who experienced it firsthand, I should have the right to speak on this, right?"

Personal experience?

Yuigahama let out a small "wow" and her bright eyes wandered between the two of them. Her dark eyes flowed like water, with countless thoughts floating in her mind.

The girl stared at them, as if she had thought of something, and excitedly raised her phone between the two of them. The screen showed an explosion of pink love emoticons in the LINE group.

"I heard that the success rate of confessions will increase by 28% before summer vacation!"

"The statistical sample is seriously biased."

Yukinoshita didn't have any of the emotions that a typical girl would have when talking about love, and her tone was filled with a hint of sarcasm:

"I'm afraid your so-called questionnaire was only sent to those who are in love."

"Ms. Yukinoshita, this is the law of universal gravitation."

Qingye, who had originally not intended to interrupt, deliberately retorted upon hearing this: "Carbon dioxide bubbles rise faster in the summer, and the same goes for teenage hormones!"

Yukinoshita glared at him and was about to speak when the three of them suddenly stopped and there was a knock on the door of the service department.

"Please come in."

The next moment, the door was opened and a stunningly beautiful female teacher walked in with a boy with a flat head.

Yes, all of them are correct.

Yuigahama, Service Club, I am on every set·Dead Man·Hiratsuka Shizuka, this is the daily life of youth!

"Baseball club?" Yukinoshita recognized the features.

Under Kiyono's gaze, Shizuka Hiratsuka sat down carelessly, crossing her long and round legs. Judging from Yukinoshita's sudden sharp gaze, the teacher had a pretty good figure.

"That's right, the previous baseball team coach resigned, so I can only take over temporarily. However, my knowledge of baseball is limited to hot-blooded comics, and these guys have been practicing without a plan lately..."

She scratched her hair, and the boy from the baseball team beside her also stood up.

"So, the teacher wants me to help develop a training plan, right?" Yukinoshita hit the nail on the head.

"That's about it," Hiratsuka-sensei continued. "Don't worry, I'll be with you. After all, I'm the baseball club's coach now."

"Please, the competition is coming up soon. Win or lose, we don't want a year's hard work to go to waste."

The boy with a flat head lowered his head deeply, and only then did Qingye notice that he was the senior who had practiced basketball with him before.

"I don't understand baseball."

Yukinoshita pursed her lips, glanced at Kiyono, paused for two or three seconds, and then said, "However, I understand the nature of sports competition. If you don't mind, I can give it a try with Mr. Hiratsuka."

"And I!"

Yuigahama also raised her hand with full energy, and then the two girls' eyes were fixed on Kiyono at the same time.

"I don't have that much time to practice." Qingye rolled his eyes.

“Ah, ah.”

Yuigahama smiled gently, blinked her thick eyelashes, and looked at the boy with her big eyes full of longing.

"I always feel like Seino-kun would look really cool in a baseball cap!"

"What a boring way of provoking me." Qingye imitated the second young lady's cold tone.

"Please don't have unrealistic fantasies about sports, Yuigahama-san. What do you think it would be like to wear sportswear and a hat under the 34-degree sun?" Yukinoshita broke her fantasy again.

"Wow, please don't come near me, Kiyono-san." The pink-haired girl moved the stool away at the speed of light.

Qingye lowered his head and continued to act as an emotionless painting machine.

But...baseball.

*

That night, Qingye finished his painting practice, took a shower, and lay on the bed, concentrating on looking at his phone.

First came the message from Yukinoshita, who said she had done a simple investigation and collected information, and reported the progress to him.

It was rare for Eriri to send a message.

"Hey, why are you painting?"

This is a somewhat profound topic, at least call me by my name.

"Why... didn't I tell you the reason at the beginning? Sorry, I'm a person without dreams and inner qualities." Qingye replied.

"Oh, so do you think painting is fun?"

The message was replied instantly. Kiyono could understand Eriri's feelings. It was normal for her to have some wild thoughts after suddenly being thrust into a top-tier game project from a relaxed doujinshi club.

Even now, she might be saying these words at her desk instead of lying in bed.

That diligent attitude made him think of his own talent. He was silent for a while, then sent a message:

"It's quite interesting, don't you think?"

“I used to be quite happy.”

In the past...

Qingye frowned and sent a few more messages, but the girl didn't reply. She seemed immersed in her work. He shook his head and closed his eyes.

He thought about Eriri, her past, her present, and then he thought about talent - this was something he had never thought about before. As a pragmatist who couldn't make a living, he would grab any opportunity.

In this deep and silent night, he thought about all kinds of things and gradually fell into a dream.

There are thousands of dreams for hundreds of people.

Although the dreams are different, the things we yearn for are always brilliant and bright, burning like flames.

*

Eriri had a dream.

The dream began in elementary school.

She was sitting in front of the TV playing a game with her childhood sweetheart. She still remembered the name of the game very clearly. It was a very classic fantasy GALGAME with a touching and sad story.

The two of them cried loudly after reaching the end of the game together. At that moment, Eriri officially came up with the idea of ​​drawing fan works.

She was still very innocent at that time. She was happy to draw her favorite characters, happy to be praised, and happy to make progress... Everything about drawing was full of fun.

Drawing is not only fun, but she can also be called talented in it. She can feel that her drawings are getting better and better, which makes her even happier. Even when her mother asked her what she wanted to do in the future, she would say "I want to draw in a book!"

Then she saw herself in junior high school.

She began to formally get involved in the fan circle and joined the art club in school. Whether in the circle or in school, she was the best among her peers and was occasionally called a "genius".

One day, she received her first formal business order. When she realized that she could make money, she began to draw books and sell them.

Then, painting didn't seem so enjoyable anymore, and it gradually became a boring torture.

The pain of pulling all-nighters near the deadline, the frustration of not making any progress, the expectations of others... and most importantly, the unwillingness to give up and prove something. She wanted to silence those who laughed at her.

She sacrificed her youth for painting. When other girls were shopping, she was busy painting at home. When other girls were enjoying delicious food and traveling, she was also painting. This is how she came to high school.

By the time she reached high school, her painting skills had almost matured and she had made a name for herself in the industry. However, her ability remained at this level.

But she seemed to be blessed by fate, which gave her a few more years of practice.

Her painting skills had indeed improved, however, that was simply the accumulation of time. She still had not achieved the huge improvement she had imagined. At this time, she finally realized it.

Ah, it turns out that I am just an ordinary person.

By now, the only thing left in her mind was the obsession with progress.

She couldn't lose, she couldn't lose to herself, she couldn't lose to Akane Benizaka, and she couldn't lose to Kiyono.

As a result, she had forgotten why she started painting in the first place.

*

"call……"

Eriri threw off the blanket and let out a long breath. Even though the air conditioner in the room was blowing cold air, her forehead and back were still covered in sweat.

The girl got out of bed and walked barefoot to the balcony, opening the curtains. It was just dawn outside the window and the woods were lush and green.

She woke up at this hour, even though she had stayed up all night yesterday to play the previous games - no matter how good this game was, she couldn't have played every one of them, so she needed to learn from the experience of her predecessors.

The blonde girl scratched her hair and muttered.