A Comprehensive Black Belly Movement

Suspenseful theme + open ending = lively discussion!

The comment section is doing all this.

After reading the comments, Mei Yuanhua turned her attention to the unblinking father.

"Hmm~"

Mei Yuanhua cocked the corners of her mouth proudly: "It's not bad, isn't it!?"

"You don't talk yet!"

Meiyuan Rintaro raised his hand.

Plum Garden Flower: "..."

Thirty minutes later.

"Great!"

Umeyuan Rintaro, who took a deep breath, exclaimed sincerely.

"Whether it is the overall idea, the writing and the rhetoric, or the narrative method and connotation metaphor, Mr. B's description of the process from eager to try, to let go, and then to immerse himself in thinking is really amazing, Xiaohua!"

Umeyuan Lintaro said and looked at his daughter, "You said last time that he was the senior of your library, right?"

"what!"

Meiyuanhua nodded.

Umeyuan Lintaro: "...Can you ask him to meet me? It's a waste for such a talent to continue writing light novels!"

Bring... bring... bring Mr. Wuwei home! ! ? ? ?

The plum garden flowers, who were stuck in place, completely ignored the second half of Dad's sentence.

"Um!?"

Seeing his daughter's reaction, Meiyuan Lintaro was stunned for a moment, and quickly recalled, 'Have you reached this age....'

If he had seen his children's attitude like this before, he would have been extra vigilant, and then he would be prepared to guard against it, and give the little bastards who stole his daughter's peace of mind some serious taste.

But now...

The person who can write that excellent work is still worthy of his own daughter! ?

I just don't know what it looks like!

When Meiyuan Lintaro came back to his senses, Meiyuanhua still looked shy.

It looks like the kind of person who is completely fascinated by people and can't think about it.

'This can't be done...'

Meiyuan Lintai ( Zhao Hao ) said sternly, "Is there a problem!?"

"Ah? No..."

Mei Yuanhua paused: "I'll try it! After the results of this competition come out."

......

the other side.

"Okay, amazing!"

After watching "Mr. B", the Yamada Fairy sincerely praised.

Although it is still not possible to score, everyone's score is zero, but the number of views and comments is enough to start distinguishing the level. "Mr. B" occupies the first place with an overwhelming advantage, and her "Sunny Day" is in the eighth Aside from the name, the difference is a bit big.

"Ruined!"

The Yamada fairy hugged her head: "The cooked Erromanga teacher is going to fly away..."

After the decadence, the Yamada Fairy found a familiar pseudonym, written by Xia Shizi / "Cicadas Are Calling" just pressed her and stepped on her head.

........

Chapter 17: The outcome is finalized!

Chapter 17: The outcome is finalized!

Before you know it, half a month has passed, and the winter vacation is less than a week away. Shengwen Club's short story essay collection ratio is coming to an end. After a week of scoring, "Mr. B" is firmly ranked first with a score of 9.8 , ATHL library signing author Qian Chunze's "The Executioner" ranked second with a score of 9.2 points, the third and fourth are also unknown bigwigs, and the fifth is an unexpected person.

Xia Shizi, also known as Shi Yu, this girl quietly participated in the literary gathering competition, "Cicadas are Calling" 8.8 points, catching up with the tail of the top five, Qianshou Village Zheng's "Tomb Light" scored 8.2 The score is temporarily ranked 9th.The Yamada Fairy "Tianqing" has an 8.0 score and is currently 11th.

There are less than six hours left before the scoring time, and six hours should not be enough to make any major changes in the current ranking.

School.

"Heh, the combat power is only 8.2 chacha!"

Looking at the proud Shi Yu, after listening to 8.2, I knew who she was talking about.

Nishinomiya couldn't help laughing, "He is a fourteen-year-old child, why are you so serious!?"

"Fourteen!?"

Shi Yu, who was leaning on the chair, twisted her hair around her ears, and her sensual right leg wrapped in translucent black stockings lifted up and placed it behind the knee of her left leg. With this movement, the slightly changed shape of the skirt made people inexplicable. Feeling that the range was too small, she leaned forward with her elbows down to her knees, her palms on her chin, and the corners of her mouth curled up, "I thought she was twelve years old!"