What does it have to do with me if they hate vests?

"...I refuse." Ying Lili lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression, and spoke softly through gritted teeth.

"Ah, I didn't ask you to go find her, Eriri. I'll go by myself..."

Aki Tomoya raised the corner of his mouth and said confidently.

Anyway, according to his experience, those honest guys... no, they should be called 'good guys', as long as he is shameless and thick-skinned and keeps pestering them every day, most of them will eventually agree to his request.

Although it may affect the other person's normal life, this little trouble is nothing. I am not being a hooligan, I am just showing my sincerity to the maximum extent... Yes, just like Liu Bei's three visits to Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage, it is definitely not a bad thing.

A girl who looks pure and beautiful like the one just now must be like the heroines in galgames and not have a boyfriend, so she doesn't have to worry about being beaten.

As for telling the teacher and informing the parents, if Akitomo was afraid of this, he would not have insisted on playing animation at the school anniversary last year and ended up going to the principal.

That’s right, in this society where even teachers can’t hit people at will, shamelessness is the most powerful weapon!

"That's not what I meant."

Eriri didn't know what Akito Tomoya was thinking. She just shook her head at him as if she had finally made up her mind: "I don't have the extra time and energy to join your house-playing game club."

Amaki Tomoya, who originally looked like he was full of energy, suddenly showed a look of surprise: "How could it be..."

Eriri took a deep breath and tried to reason with the other party: "Not everyone will revolve around you, Tomoya. I also have my own things to do. I also want to do my best in this event..."

"I know!" But Amaki Tomoya showed an expression of sudden enlightenment: "You still want to pretend to be good in front of others, right? Just like seven years ago-"

"What?" Ying Lili was stunned for a moment, and then she realized what the other party meant. A feeling of irritation and anger surged up. She took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell violently, and she bit her lower lip hard: "No, this time is different..."

"What's the difference? Aren't you both betraying me because you're afraid of others knowing that you're a nerd?"

Aki Tomoya said enthusiastically: "But it's okay, Eriri, we have all grown up. Many times, we can solve problems by being flexible. For example, as I said just now, you can continue to maintain your image as the ace of the art club while participating in my club. It's just that the allocation of energy needs a little fine-tuning. 70% to 30%... No, if it's Mr. Kashiwagi Eri, 60% to 40% is acceptable to me! Although this is not perfect, we only need the character design and the portraits and some climax CGs now, and the rest can be made up slowly later. You will definitely not refuse, right?"

Eriri looked at Aki Tomoya in disbelief.

She found that from the beginning, the other party didn't seem to listen to her at all, but was just immersed in the beautiful future he had imagined.

Even from the beginning, he regarded himself as a 'backup', thinking that she would definitely accept his invitation, and never realized that she also had her own things to be busy and work hard for.

Eriri resisted the urge to scold Aki Tomoya: "Your story is pure love, right?"

"Of course, it is a pure love masterpiece worthy of being called the best!" said Tomoya Aki with sparkling eyes.

"What a pity. I'm an artist who only likes to draw Ling○-style paintings. You can find someone else."

Eriri said with a sneer, then gave up her plan to go to the lounge and turned around to go back to the stage to continue working.

It was not until this time that Tomoya Aki finally realized that something was wrong. He had encountered a setback with the painter, whom he had expected to be the easiest to deal with.

"Eri, are you really not coming? Even the senior has already agreed..." Aki Tomoya shouted hurriedly.

He could vaguely feel that saying this seemed to cause some reaction in the girl's heart, making her agree to join the club - as for the specific reasons, Aki Tomoya didn't want to delve into it. After all, if you think too clearly about certain things, you will feel guilty when accepting good intentions.

However, this time, Eriri did not show enough hostility towards Kasumigaoka Utaha like a dog guarding its food. She just said coldly: "Really? Congratulations."

This made Aki Tomoya feel a little helpless as he looked at Eriri's subtly unfamiliar back.

After a while, Amaki Tomoya shouted as if he wanted to make amends, "Sorry, I may be a little impatient... By the way, I have a hardcover unedited version of "That Snow" here, do you want it..."

"No need. I've even read the original manuscript of that book."

The girl raised her head proudly and pointed to the exit next to her: "The auditorium does not welcome any strangers now, please get out quickly."

"Then I'll come find you later..."

Seeing that Eriri's mood would not improve in the short term, Akitomo could only leave the auditorium dejectedly from the backstage exit.

Only after his back disappeared through the door did Eriri breathe a sigh of relief.

Although she had felt that her childhood sweetheart was a little too crazy in some aspects before, she didn't feel that there was any big problem through the filter of childhood guilt. Now, looking back, Aki Tomoya was a little too self-centered.

"Although I have no right to criticize others..."

The girl, knowing that she always had that kind of selfish desire, smiled self-deprecatingly, but even though she rejected Aki Tomoya, she still felt an indescribable annoyance in her heart: "Forget it, I'll just continue painting the curtain..."

As long as you have work to do, you can forget about these worries to a certain extent.

"Rather than working, I suggest you take a break."

The girl was startled by the sudden voice and subconsciously looked towards the backstage entrance. Then she saw a sickly boy with short white hair waving at her: "You look more haggard than me now."

Chapter 181 Wearing a pair of pants

Eriri's eyes widened. She had never expected that she would see Fuyuo Kishihisa, whom she hadn't seen for a while, at Toyonosaki.

"Why are you here?" she blurted out.

"I have invested some money in Fengzhiqi, so I am considered a school director, but my share is not much, so I rarely attend the school board meetings. If you round it up, Fengzhiqi is also my property, so isn't it normal for me to come and inspect the situation?"

Fuyuo Kishihisa spread his hands with a matter-of-fact look on his pale face, then coughed heavily for a while and replied: "And this way it will be more convenient to observe the students' lives. Collecting materials is also a very important accumulation in our line of work. After all, I can't study well in this state."

Ying Lili suddenly felt a little guilty, but she still whispered: "That's not what I meant..."

"Because I heard from my maid that someone was so tired that even makeup couldn't cover the dark circles under his eyes, so I came to see that rare and valuable painter." Fuyuo Kishige teased with a smile.

"Did you hear that?" Ying Lili suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"You can't expect a school auditorium to be soundproofed."

Fuyuo Kishiku answered happily.

"He wasn't like this before. I didn't expect him to become like this..."

Eriri said with some distress.

"Now that things have come to this, how about we eat some cake first?" Fuyuo Kishi shook an inconspicuous little paper box in his hand: "It's made by Washimiya Shiki."

When she thought of the barbecue that Washimiya Shiki had made herself, Eriri couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Her father was a diplomat, and her family could be considered members of the upper class even in Japan. She had tasted countless high-end dishes, but the girl was sure that the barbecue she had at the open-air BBQ was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten in her life.

However, Eriri and Shiki were not very familiar with each other, so she couldn't ask the other to cook for her.

"She's clearly still pouring out her heart..." she complained with drooling.

"Stop, I'm not interested in that kind of sad drama." Fuyuo Kishihisa did not hesitate to stop Eriri from entering the nostalgia mode.

"Hey, after seeing your painting "That Snow", I thought you must like this kind of story." Ying Lili was a little surprised.

"Please understand the difference between mono no aware and soap operas. You don't think Dazai Osamu is a loser who whimpers and complains that everything is the world's fault, do you?" Fuyuo Kishihisa immediately cleared himself up.

"My past is not some soap opera... And comparing myself to Dazai Osamu is too narcissistic, isn't it? He is a great writer."

Eriri said.

"I am still a national treasure," Fuyuo Kishi sneered, "It's up to you to eat the cake or not. If not, I'll eat it myself."

"Eat, eat, eat!" Ying Lili said hurriedly after hearing that.

So she changed the route again and brought Fuyuo Kishihisa to the backstage lounge.

After Fuyu Kishi placed the paper box on the table, Eriri carefully opened the box and saw three small fan-shaped cakes inside, namely a light cheese soufflé cake, a Mont Blanc chiffon cake and a Black Forest mousse cake.

Ying Lili looked at the three cakes with some suspicion: these things can be bought in dessert shops, but it takes a lot of effort to make them by hand at home.

She carefully selected the soufflé cake, cut a small piece with a fork, and the moment she put it into her mouth, her face suddenly turned red. The lingering depression between her eyebrows was suddenly pierced by the infinite deliciousness and completely blasted away.

"good to eat!"

Eriri just hated that she wasn't a character in a food comic, so all she could say was that it tasted delicious.

As if to enhance her credibility, she could only emphasize again: "It's delicious!"

It is unlikely that a pastry chef in an ordinary dessert shop can make something so delicious. This delicious taste that makes people feel like they are flying to the sky is similar to the barbecue at the beginning. It should indeed be the work of Washimiya Shiki-san.

"Are you good friends with Washimiya-kun?" Eriri asked curiously, as she seemed to have never seen Washimiya Shiki making snacks for others.

Dongwei Kishi thought for a moment and replied, "It's a relationship so good that we can wear the same pair of pants."

Eriri's expression became even more suspicious.

But soon she stopped paying attention to these little things.

"Are you really not planning to do anything when you come to Fengzhizaki this time?" She took another bite of the cake, her blue eyes narrowed in enjoyment. After a moment, she broke away from the aftertaste of the deliciousness and asked Fuyuo Kishi.

"Indeed, I came here mainly to see you. Also, the first draft of my new work is almost finished. I was originally planning to ask you for advice, but your condition is not very good now. It's not too late to talk to you next time."

Fuyuo Kishihisa said.

"It doesn't matter. It's the same now."

But Eriri shook her head. Although she was grateful for Fuyuo Kishihisa's care, it would be quite easy if he just needed some advice and not needed her to take over all the art design like Aki Tomoya did.

But the girl keenly noticed one thing in Fuyuo Kishi's words: "The first volume?"

"Yes, this time I plan to draw a short novel of about five volumes." Fuyuo Kishihisa said happily, and then he took out a brown paper bag from somewhere and handed it to the girl.

Ying Lili put down the fork in her hand, took the brown paper bag, and pulled out a stack of heavy manuscript paper from it.

"Death Note? Is this a workplace comic about criminals? Or a mystery comic?" She couldn't help but ask, "Isn't the range of the subject matter a bit too wide?"

"I think we should wait until you've read the content before discussing this kind of question." Dongwei Kishi spread his hands and made an expression that said 'I have no comment' and 'this is a forbidden matter'.

Eriri glanced at him: "You are quite confident..."

As she spoke, she quickly flipped through what Fuyuo Kishihisa called the 'draft'.

What normal cartoonists call a draft: a bunch of messy lines, with various auxiliary lines on the character's face that haven't been wiped clean, and nothing else except the story plot and picture storyboards.

The draft that Fuyuo Kishihisa mentioned: characters and pictures with extremely high degree of completion, even the background has been drawn without any omissions, and it is almost no different from a normal comic except that the dots are not pasted and some coloring is not completed.

However, Eriri could also understand why Fuyuo Kishihisa called his manuscript a draft, because she had indeed seen the finished manuscript of "That Snow", which was like a work of art. In comparison, the current graphics of "Death Note" were only in the upper middle level among all comics, and it was obviously not yet refined.

After just flipping through a few pages of the manuscript, the girl's attention shifted from the pictures to this exciting, dark but not profound story...

Chapter 182: Being astringent will only harm you

After putting the manuscript down, Ying Lili let out a long breath with a complicated expression.

Although I had this feeling when I was working on "That Snow", it became even more obvious after watching "Death Note": If I could barely try to challenge the painting skills shown by Fuyuo Kishihisa in my lifetime, I'm afraid I will never be able to catch up with his ability in writing stories.

Although this is not a particularly necessary ability, after all, the girl's own book - I mean the book she drew herself does not need any plot, and there is nothing wrong with starting with action scenes directly. It's just that as a creator, when I see such an excellent work, I always feel a sense of gap in my heart.

"The story is quite interesting. Even though I'm reluctant to accept it, I feel like I have no say in it at all..." Eriri said complainingly.

“No, actually there is.”

Fuyuo Kiku rested his hands on his chin and spoke in a deep tone.

"what?"

Eriri asked curiously.

"Isn't this obvious?"

Dongwei Kishi said loudly: "Of course it's not bitter enough!"

"I feel like this kind of conversation has happened before..."

Ying Lili pinched her straight nose with a headache: "Don't always think about adding bitter parts. Thinking about bitterness in everything will only hurt yourself!"

She said angrily, "I think this volume is already perfect. I can't help but want to read the next one. I want to know what happened to L and Light Yagami..." She looked at Fuyuo Kishi with anticipation, then shook her head, "...No, forget it, let's not spoil the plot. I'll just wait for the new work to come out and read it myself."

"No, of course I didn't just want to insert some awkward content," Fuyuo Kishikunori said righteously, "It's mainly to wrap up the plot later and pave the way for the ending, so I planned to let the heroine appear earlier."

He had already used his writing skills to arrange the rhythm of the early plot as well as possible, without damaging the original work's step-by-step intrigue and suffocating tension, and was able to stimulate readers' interest from another perspective by inserting the heroine's role, and using the character as a lead to unfold the later plot, so that the plot in the second half, which was greatly changed by him, could have foreshadowing, making everything more reasonable and easier to justify.

After Fuyuo Kishige's brief explanation, Eriri finally understood what he meant. It must be said that Kashiwagi Eri, who has been drawing comics for several years and is very famous in the doujinshi industry, may not be as good at drawing as Shiina Mashiro, let alone Fuyuo Kishige, but when it comes to inserting awkward scenes into the story, even Fuyuo Kishige is inferior to her.

Even if it was just a few random ideas, Dongwei Kishi felt a little ashamed. His pale face revealed a faint redness, and he could only exclaim: "As expected of you."

"Please don't act like I like H very much, okay?" Ying Lili frowned her beautiful eyebrows and complained coquettishly.

"I think we can remove the word 'like'." Dongwei Kishi said seriously.

"..."

Eriri shook her head in shame and anger, and her golden twin ponytails whipped Fuyu Kishi's cheeks like braids, but the power was not strong. Instead of hurting, the place where she was whipped felt itchy, and at the same time, her nose was filled with the sweet fragrance of the girl's hair.

This level of attack is just a reward even for those who are not masochists.

Of course, if she really showed an expression of enjoyment, Eriri would probably think she was a pervert and keep her distance from her, so Fuyu Kishi could only smile bitterly and tell her to stop.

"I can only give you the specific modification suggestions after the Fengyin Festival is over."

After the fight was over, the girl said seriously.

"No problem, that's what I had planned. Anyway, Mashiro is helping here as an assistant, and she doesn't have the time or energy to help me refine the manuscript. Even the maid who can help with blackening and cutting dot paper is rehearsing lines with the one from the drama club. Instead of refining it inefficiently at this time, it's better to wait until everything is over."