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

"It's cute even though it's small."

Si Ji replied casually: "Rather than that, let's read the script first."

The girl seemed to have just remembered the important matter, and began to read the script which was not too long.

During this time, Si Ji was bored and observed the girl in front of her - she had already inspected the girl's room when she went to prepare hot water. It was very clean, just an ordinary room. Even under the bed was spotless and empty.

Although this adjective seems to be a bit excessive in describing Toyonotsaki, Nagisa Furukawa can be considered a beautiful girl to some extent. Of course, she cannot be compared with girls of the level of Yukinoshita Yukino, Eriri, and Shiina Mashiro. If I have to say, she is probably similar to Nanami Aoyama, both of whom are beautiful girls next door.

Maybe it was because of her poor health and frequent illnesses that her figure looked a little thin. Although she was old enough to go to college (she was still a senior in high school because she was held back a grade), her chest was still that of a budding lotus.

Her thighs could not be described as voluptuous, and her buttocks were not as round as those of Eriri, whose breasts were equally tragic. She was not the type for a safe delivery. Her kneeling posture was quite elegant, and when she could not help but move occasionally, her fair feet would be exposed. Her pearly round fingers looked quite cute, and it felt like they could be held in the hands and played with.

The hands holding the script were small, like those of a girl. They were probably a whole circle smaller than those of Siji. Her fingers were as white and tender as jade, and her nails were meticulously trimmed. It was obvious that she loved cleanliness very much.

As for the girl's face, it was just as I said before, with a girly and beautiful look, quiet and beautiful with a bit of a natural temperament. At the same time, because of her illness, her face was particularly fair, and underneath that fairness there was a lovely blush, which became redder and redder as the blood rose -

"That, that..."

Furukawa Nagisa used the script to cover the lower half of her face, leaving only her shy eyes exposed: "Can you please stop staring at me? I feel a little shy..."

"Oh, sorry."

Si Ji then realized that his gaze just now was indeed a little rude.

However, if Aunt Sanae in the past was the same as Nagisa Furukawa, then perhaps it would be understandable why Father Furukawa was so lustful and did such a thing as the Azure Files.

After that, Shiki didn't continue looking at each other, but just waited quietly for the girl to finish reading the script written by Yamada Fairy.

"It feels very good. It is worthy of being written by Mr. Yamada Fairy."

Furukawa Nagisa put down the manuscript and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

In the past few days, she has been rehearsing the scripts left by past drama club members with Nanami Aoyama to warm up for the performance and also as a backup just in case. It is precisely because of this that the girl can see the difference between the two scripts more clearly and intuitively.

"Is it really okay for us to use such a good script?" she asked apprehensively.

After all, Yamada Fairy is a relatively famous light novel author, and Nagisa Furukawa still feels a little uneasy about him writing scripts for them for free.

"It's okay. All you have to do is give her enough advice and suggestions, rehearse well, and leave a deep impression on everyone at the Fengyin Festival. That will be the best reward for her."

Four Seasons encouraged.

This is not some nonsense meant to comfort Furukawa Nagisa.

Although Yamada Fairy's script still seems a bit immature, as long as she can succeed on stage, it will prove that she has a considerable degree of screenwriting ability. Then Fairy's stage will not only be light novels, but will also shine in many other areas - although becoming a great light novelist who changes the cultural landscape as she dreams of is probably impossible to achieve, it is still much better than rolling back and forth in that small piece of land.

"Yes, I will definitely work hard." The girl said confidently, holding the script.

"come on."

Si Ji looked at the other person's face. After the blush caused by shyness faded away, her face turned pale again.

Come to think of it, Si Ji remembered that he did have a box of suppository version of the panacea, but he didn't know if it would be useful for people with congenital physical weakness. Even if it was useful, the level of favorability between him and the other party was not high enough to use that thing.

You can't just knock the person to the ground and take him back to use as a suppository test subject, right?

Chapter 188 I Deserve to Die

"Really? I'm almost done with the stage art preparations, but I'm still so exhausted..."

At the entrance of the Dongwei Comics Studio, Nanami Aoyama was somewhat helplessly changing the shoes for Mashiro Shiina, while the latter leaned on her half asleep and half awake.

Although Shiina Mashiro usually looks like she hasn't woken up yet, unlike her usual laziness which just caused her to lack energy, Mashiro is obviously really tired these days, and she seems to be about to fall asleep every time she goes home.

If Nanami Aoyama hadn't often secretly run to the auditorium to visit Mashiro in her free time when preparing for the play, she would have thought that she was being bullied by those guys in the art club.

"When you ran away from Sakurasou, you said you wanted to be independent, but now you're acting more like a child, aren't you?"

Aoyama Nanami complained quietly: "You even need my help to change your shoes..."

"Nanami, I like it." Shiina Mashiro spoke as if in a sleep, closing her eyes and rubbing her smooth face against Aoyama Nanami's face.

"Hey, don't move, it will be more difficult to change!"

After a while of commotion, Nanami Aoyama and Mashiro Shiina came into the living room.

After placing Shiina Mashiro on the sofa, Aoyama Nanami ran to the locker room and changed into a maid outfit.

"I was a little resistant in the first few days, but now I'm actually used to it..."

She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a maid outfit that was becoming increasingly familiar to her, and couldn't help but sigh helplessly: "Humans' ability to adapt is truly terrifying."

The most terrifying thing is that this maid outfit is clearly designed based on the cuteness of a two-dimensional maid, and it is not a real maid outfit. But for some reason, it is more comfortable and close-fitting than normal casual clothes. This terrifying craftsmanship even made Nanami Aoyama dare not ask how much this dress cost.

When she changed her clothes and came out, she found that Fuyuo Kishige had appeared in front of the sofa at some point and was poking Shiina Mashiro's face like a little child.

Every time she poked it, Mashiro would make a strange 'gumi' sound, which was very interesting - if she didn't think it was too rude and didn't want Fuyuo Kishi to see her losing her composure, Nanami Aoyama would even think that she wanted to try it herself.

"Stop it now, it's really pitiful to do this, isn't it?"

So she suppressed her inner desire and righteously stopped Dongwei Kishi from extending his evil finger.

"Nonsense, I'm just trying to keep Mashiro awake and not sleeping in the living room!"

Fuyuo Kishiku also said righteously: "Ahem, because it's easy to catch a cold that way."

His frail appearance was quite convincing.

The corners of Aoyama Nanami's eyes twitched, and then she realized that without Fuyu Kishige to harass her, Shiina Mashiro, who had been lying on the sofa like a cricket pupa, had fallen into a deep sleep, making even and lovely breathing sounds.

There was no other way. I couldn't rely on Dongwei Kishiku, who had skinny arms and legs. It seemed that I would have to carry her back to the room myself later.

The girl sighed: "He hasn't shown up for several days. Did he finally remember that he has a studio today?"

"I am just being considerate of you," Fuyuo Kishihisa argued, "Do you really think I have nothing to do at home?"

"if not?"

Nanami Aoyama looked up at Fuyuo Kishihisa and asked with a sincere tone.

So Fuyuo Kishige threw out the stack of "Death Note" drafts.

"I am still working hard at it."

Perhaps she didn't expect that Fuyuo Kishihisa actually drew so many drafts without coming to the studio, so Aoyama Nanami was suddenly speechless.

After all, even if Nanami Aoyama herself doesn't know much about the comics industry, after spending a long time with Mashiro, she still has some understanding of the comics process. She knows that even if a comic is just an ordinary page, an average cartoonist will need a day or even longer to finish it.

Even for a double-A powerhouse like Mashiro, whose quality and speed are guaranteed to a certain extent, his drawing speed is not much faster than that of ordinary cartoonists - although ordinary cartoonists have assistants to help them.

The stack of manuscript paper that Dongwei Kishi took out now was conservatively estimated to be nearly 20 to 30 pages. It seemed that he had indeed not been lazy during this period.

"…I'm sorry, I was too outspoken."

However, Nanami Aoyama is not the kind of person who would continue to be stubborn even though she knows she is wrong. After realizing that she had misunderstood Fuyu Kishi, her tone changed and she apologized to him very sincerely.

“So the prejudice in people’s hearts is like a huge mountain.”

Fuyuo Kikusuke sighed seriously, and his deeply emotional look made the girl feel even more guilty.

"You must be very tired, right? Let me make you something to eat." Aoyama Nanami hurriedly said attentively: "I have worked in a restaurant before. Don't look at me like this, I can cook most of the dishes in family restaurants."

"That's not necessary."

Dongwei Kiku waved his hand.

After all, he had tasted too many strange dishes (breads) today. Although the possibility of encountering a disaster with Nanami Aoyama was not high, he didn't want to continue testing his tongue and stomach in the short term.

"I've actually been to Toyosaki. Mashiro is doing very well there, and it's obvious that she doesn't have much time and energy these days, so don't tell her about the manuscript for now. It's okay for her to continue working as a comic assistant after she's almost recovered. I'm not in a hurry anyway."

"Also, the script that Teacher Yamada Yaojing wrote for the drama club has been completed. I brought it here for you. This is actually the main purpose of coming to the studio today. You should study it carefully. Washimiya-kun, the head of the drama club, has also brought a copy. We can start formal rehearsals tomorrow."

Fuyu Kishige gave Nanami Aoyama patient instructions, but the softer his words were, the more guilty Nanami Aoyama felt for misunderstanding him, and the more uncomfortable he felt.

The girl suddenly realized that if she thought about it carefully, she seemed to have been misunderstanding Fuyu Kishi from the very beginning, but the other party was not angry because of this. Instead, he helped her and Mashiro time and time again. Even now, the two of them can continue to stay together like this, all thanks to Fuyu Kishi.

Damn me.

This made her feel even more guilty, and she also made up her mind.

From now on, I will trust Mr. Dongwei more, and no matter how absurd things he does, I will stand firmly behind him.

After all, I am his maid, so isn't it natural for me to stand by my master at all times?

Chapter 189 Happy Ending?

"Well?"

Shiina Mashiro opened her eyes, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and made a dazed sound.

Her voice brought Nanami Aoyama back to her senses, as she was immersed in the script. She subconsciously looked at the time and found that more than an hour had passed.

Fuyu Kishihisa seemed to have something else to do, and left the studio shortly after giving her the script. Although Nanami Aoyama offered to see him off herself, she was politely declined, which made Nanami Aoyama a little frustrated and worried.

After all, compared to the last time they met, Fuyuo Kishihisa's complexion seemed to be a little worse this time. She didn't know if it was because she started to pay attention to him and was too concerned about him, which created an illusion, or if Fuyuo Kishihisa's body was indeed weakening.

This made Nanami Aoyama, who was originally undecided about how to get along with Fuyuo Kishihisa and therefore didn't really want to be with him and always silently prayed that he wouldn't come to the studio, start to look forward to him staying in the studio for a while longer.

At least give me a chance to repay you, otherwise I will feel uneasy with such a high salary. The girl thought to herself.

Come to think of it, there has been no follow-up to my previous request to the head lady of the service department to teach me how to become a qualified maid. Although I know that she has been very busy recently, I am still a little disappointed.

I'll ask after the Toyoin Festival is over. If I really want a maid costume, I should be able to bring the maid costume from the studio to school after saying hello to Mr. Dongwei - although the maid costumes here are extremely expensive. The last time I accidentally saw the receipt that was placed in the same package as the maid costume, the price of just one button on this dress was several times more expensive than my entire day's food rations.

"Little Nanami?" Mashiro looked at Nanami Aoyama who suddenly became dazed again, and asked in confusion with her head tilted. Her light golden hair slid across her face and fell like a golden stream, complementing her fair and slender neck.

"Oh, Mashiro is hungry, right? The Baumkuchen I bought yesterday is still in the fridge!"

Nanami Aoyama suddenly came back to her senses and immediately smiled to cover up the reason why she was distracted.

Shiina Mashiro's expression didn't seem to change, but Aoyama Nanami felt that the other person's mood seemed to have suddenly become happier from the difference of a few pixels.

"Xiao Nanami...ah."

The girl, who was as lazy as a cat, was habitually about to ask Nanami Aoyama to feed her, but suddenly she thought of something, so she climbed down from the sofa and staggered towards the kitchen.

Nanami Aoyama's heart moved, knowing that the other party remembered the Declaration of Independence she once said, so she chose to take the cake herself. Although the improvement was still very small, Mashiro Shiina was indeed making progress bit by bit.

At this time, Aoyama Nanami remembered what Fuyuo Kishihisa had said just now, so she couldn't help asking, "Mashiro, have you seen Fuyuo at school?"

She originally thought that Fuyuo Kishihisa was probably just watching in the dark, and Shiina Mashiro probably didn't know that he had been to the school. After all, the security of Toyonozaki is quite good, and they generally would not allow outsiders to enter Toyonozaki at will.

The result was unexpected. Shiina Mashiro, who was looking for something in the refrigerator in the kitchen, poked her head out and nodded vigorously: "Yeah."

"You have really seen it?" Now it was Aoyama Nanami's turn to be surprised.

"He came to help and painted the curtains."

Mashiro said calmly.

"He actually went to help?" Aoyama Nanami was even more surprised. After all, judging from what Fuyu Kishihisa said himself, it seemed like he was just observing in secret.

"The Toyoin Festival will be on display, I look forward to it."

Mashiro nodded, and it was not known whether it was because he had finally found the Baumkuchen hidden deep in the refrigerator, or because he was looking forward to the performance segment of the Toyotsu Festival, but the corners of his mouth curved visibly.

"...Did you go to see Mashiro and help him? Well, that's right. After all, Mashiro is his chosen assistant, and I'm just a maid."

Nanami Aoyama murmured to herself, but she couldn't accept this statement. Instead, she felt more upset the more she spoke.

"what is this?"

Mashiro, who walked back with the Baumkuchen, did not hear Nanami Aoyama's barely audible mumblings, but saw the script that she had placed on the table.

"This is the script that the drama club is going to use. It feels very interesting. Many of the lines seem silly, as if someone who didn't even finish elementary school wrote them casually. But if you read it carefully, it is very interesting. It should be said that he is worthy of being the author of the best-selling light novel, Mr. Yamada Yaojing!"

When it comes to scripts, Nanami Aoyama can't help but get excited: "When I have the chance in the future, I will definitely buy all of the teacher's works and savor them carefully!"

"Oh." Mashiro Shiina, holding a plastic fork in her mouth, stared blankly at the agitated Nanami Aoyama and tilted her head, but then she picked up the script and took a look at it.

Unlike Nanami Aoyama, who habitually pondered over every line and even thought about the tone of voice she would use, Mashiro Shiina, who simply read the story outline, quickly finished the not-too-long script and continued, "I feel like an angel, very lonely."

"Eh?"

Nanami Aoyama was stunned.

According to the situation of the drama club, Ms. Furukawa Nagisa should be the protagonist, and the role of the angel will most likely fall to her. However, when she was reading just now, she simply regarded the angel as a supporting role, or a "tool man" according to the general positioning in the story.

Just like the grandmother who was eaten by the wolf in Little Red Riding Hood, the witch who conjured up the pumpkin carriage and crystal shoes in Cinderella, and the hunter who did not kill the princess in Snow White, these are characters designed purely to advance the story.

What's more, the character setting of an angel is extremely strong. There is no need to interpret the color of the character. It will be right to act as noble and sacred.

But now that Shiina Mashiro said this, Aoyama Nanami recalled the plot and found that it did seem to have that flavor.