Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

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the other side.

Seiji Fujiwara is currently processing his gains.

[Target detected: Eriri Sawamura Spencer...]

[Stage 2 of the strategy completed, rewards are being calculated...]

[Congratulations! You have received the Stage Two reward: the complete information package for the comic "We Still Don't Know the Name of the Flower We Saw That Day."]

Instantly, a massive flow of information flooded into Seiji Fujiwara's mind.

This is an original TV anime, written by the renowned Okada Mari.

With its delicate emotional portrayal and tear-jerking plot, the work gained immense popularity upon its release and was subsequently adapted into comics, novels, theatrical versions, and live-action dramas.

In the original world, the initial sales of BD/DVD exceeded 3 copies, with an average sales volume of 5.6 copies per volume, making it the top seller during the same period.

The theatrical version has even surpassed 10 billion yen in cumulative box office revenue.

Chichibu City, the real-life setting of the story, has become a popular destination for anime pilgrimages, greatly boosting the local tourism economy.

The theme song, "secretbase～君がくれたもの～(10yearsafterVer.)", became a hit across the internet and a part of a generation's youthful memories.

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The information received by Seiji Fujiwara included the complete scripts for all 11 episodes of the anime, character design drafts, art and background designs, storyboards, and complete scores and arrangement data for all related music (theme song, ending theme, and insert songs).

After digesting this complete package of information.

He stretched and planned to find an opportunity to hand it over to Eriri, so that the golden retriever could grow up while he was drawing it.

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Another rent payment day.

Seiji Fujiwara returned to the villa and entered Eriri's painting studio.

As soon as he entered the room, he sensed the somber atmosphere.

His gaze swept across the rejection letters on the screen, finally settling on Eriri's complex expression—a mixture of dejection and a stubborn refusal to show weakness.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Fujiwara Seiji is a Monster! (1/1)

Those slightly trembling shoulders, those tightly pursed lips, those evasive eyes that kept glancing at me and then quickly looking away...

Seiji Fujiwara chuckled to himself.

It's so cute how she hesitates to ask him for help, even though she clearly wants to.

"It seems the result wasn't ideal," Fujiwara Seiji said slowly.

Eriri seemed to have been touched on a sore spot, burying her head even deeper, turning her back to him like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

This expression undoubtedly signifies tacit acceptance.

Seiji Fujiwara pulled up a chair and sat down.

Correct

Seeing her awkward posture, wanting to ask for help but too embarrassed to do so, Seiji Fujiwara's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

“In that case,” he said slowly, his voice clearly reaching Eriri’s ears, “why don’t we try another approach?”

Eriri's shoulder twitched almost imperceptibly.

“I’ll be in charge of the story and the Name (manga storyboard drafts),” Seiji Fujiwara casually offered the bait he had prepared beforehand. “You’ll be in charge of the artwork. After the work is published, we’ll split the profits equally. How about we treat it as a formal business collaboration?”

This suggestion struck Eriri like a thunderbolt.

Cooperation?

Division of labor?

Profits to be split equally?

She looked up in surprise, her azure eyes filled with wariness.

“Cooperation?” she repeated the word, her tone full of distrust. “You would be so kind? What kind of trap is this?”

"A trap?" Seiji Fujiwara chuckled and shook his head. "How could that be, Eriri... If you're always sullen, you won't be enthusiastic about sleeping with me, which seriously affects my experience!"

The reasoning is utterly absurd.

Eriri's lips twitched upon hearing this.

“Let’s leave it at that. But…” She looked at Fujiwara Seiji suspiciously, “You’re a novelist, do you even know anything about manga paneling?”

Eriri didn't doubt it.

It's true that different professions are like different worlds.

Without industry experience, even if Seiji Fujiwara's writing is excellent, he would have to start from scratch like a novice when entering the manga field.

"Whether you understand or not isn't something you can just say."

Seiji Fujiwara didn't explain, but just smiled and got up: "I'll make the storyboard, you'll see when you see it."

After saying that, he turned and left the studio, gently closing the door behind him.

Eriri stared blankly at the closed door, her heart filled with confusion and a hint of expectation that she herself was unwilling to admit.

Seiji, do you really understand manga?

Shake his head.

Eriri stopped worrying. She figured she'd know if Fujiwara Seiji was up to the task once he brought the storyboard.

"Now, let's continue with my plan..."

She stretched and continued to brainstorm ideas for her story.

I didn't place all my expectations on Seiji Fujiwara.

Until evening.

Eriri rubbed her tired head and walked out of the studio.

She came to the living room

in the living room.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was leaning back on the sofa, flipping through a thick hardcover book.

Upon seeing Eriri appear, she teased with a smile, "What? Ready to pay your respects to your 'first wife'?"

"Who wants to greet you! You scheming woman!" Eriri retorted loudly, her face stern.

But this time, the tension was noticeably less than before.

She hesitated for a moment, then sat down on the sofa opposite Shi Yu and said somewhat awkwardly, "I...I have something to ask you."

"Oh?" Shiyu finally closed the book, looking at her with interest. "For your proud golden retriever to speak up, it must be something important. So, do you want to ask how to better serve Seiji-kun, or do you want to inquire about the precautions for 'anal care'?"

"Shut up!" Eriri's face instantly turned bright red. She grabbed the cushion next to her, wanting to throw it at him, but ultimately held back.

She took a deep breath and asked in as calm a tone as possible, "That bastard... Seiji Fujiwara, does he... draw manga?"

"Draw comics?" Upon hearing this, Shi Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of surprise on her face. "You mean, commercial-level comic creation?"

“Yes!” Eriri nodded.

Shiyu pondered for a moment, then said definitively, "I've never heard of him drawing comics, and I've never seen him... Why are you suddenly asking this?"

Upon hearing this, Eriri told Utaha in detail about the "cooperation" plan that Fujiwara Seiji had just proposed, as well as the matter of "preparing a questionnaire".

After hearing Eriri's account, Shiho's surprise deepened.

But soon, that surprise turned into a thoughtful expression.

“I see…” she murmured to herself, looking at Eriri with a hint of sympathy in her eyes, “He still made a move on you after all.”

"What do you mean he attacked me!" Eriri protested indignantly. "I won't fall for his tricks! He's an amateur, how could he possibly draw a decent Name! I'll wait and see him make a fool of himself!"

“Eri,” however, Utaha shook her head: “While I also want to see that jerk make a fool of himself, I must remind you of something—”

She paused, then said, word by word, "Fujiwara Seiji is an absolute genius."

"He has never failed so far."

Shiyu looked at Eriri, whose expression was gradually turning to surprise, and said seriously, "So, I think you can have a little bit of hope."

These words made Eriri frown, her expression turning thoughtful.

That night.

Shiyu's words kept echoing in her mind.

I've never seen him fail...

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Silent all night.

The next day, when Eriri entered the studio as usual, she found Seiji Fujiwara already sitting there.

Seeing her come out, Seiji Fujiwara pointed to a thick folder next to him.

“What you asked for is ready.” He said it as casually as if he were saying, “I’ve brought the newspaper you asked for.”

Eriri raised an eyebrow immediately.

She walked over in surprise and picked up the folder.

The label clearly stated: "We still don't know the name of the flower we saw that day." — This included the story outline, character settings, and the names of the first three episodes.

"This...this is..." She stared at the folder in shock, then at Seiji Fujiwara's face, which showed no signs of fatigue. "You...did all of this in one night?"

Keep in mind that it can take many creators weeks or even months just to come up with a complete story outline!

Not to mention the character designs and the names that spanned three whole episodes!

In the comic book industry, the name is the soul that determines the success or failure of a work.

It is not just a simple draft, but a "comic design drawing" that includes all the core elements such as storyboards, composition, character positioning, dialogue, visual rhythm, and eye guidance.

A good name requires the creator to refine it repeatedly. The content of a single episode can take at least two or three days to polish, and sometimes one or two weeks.

And he finished three episodes in just one night?!

This efficiency is monstrous!

"It's just some basic work," Fujiwara Seiji said casually, as if he had done something insignificant. He finished the last sip of milk and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Take a look. After you've read it, let me know your decision."

After saying that, he got up and left leisurely.

Eriri stood there, stunned, for a long time before finally opening the first page of the folder and solemnly looking at its contents.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Eriri's gaze, however, was fixed on the first page of the storyboard, as if drawn by a magnet.

A miracle in a summer...

The story begins without any earth-shattering battles or elaborate and complex settings.

There was only one shut-in boy named Jinta Yadomi, who was playing video games idly on a lazy summer afternoon.

Then, a girl named "Honma Meiko" (Menma), who shouldn't exist, appeared before him like a summer phantom.

In just a few pages, the unique feeling of adolescence, mixed with the restlessness of puberty, the confusion about the future, and the faint sadness of regret for the past, comes rushing out through those seemingly casual pictures.

Eriri unconsciously softened her breathing.

She remembered the story she had conceived before.

Her female protagonist is beautiful, powerful, and righteous, but also... hollow.

Her male protagonist is loyal, brave, and handsome, but also... thin. They are like standard templates straight out of a character design book, perfect, but soulless.