Ten Sabers Together Can't Save You

"Hey Hey Hey……"

Such laughter, as well as the sound of swallowing saliva, made the parents who went upstairs to sleep couldn't help being a little worried.

No problem, your own child?

Although it's normal for a child of this age to be interested in sex, isn't this also a bit...

"Have you found a boyfriend yet?"

"No, um, it should be 'should find a boyfriend', right?"

"But... didn't you just come back from a date?"

Dad and Mom talked to each other, but still couldn't figure it out.

So I became more worried.

"Look for a chance to ask Shi Yu, and call her little boyfriend to the house to have a look."

"Ah."

So, father and mother reached an agreement as quickly as possible.

"Oh ho ho ho ho ho ho ho..."

At this time, there was another burst of joyful laughter in Xia Zhiqiu's room.

Xia Zhiqiu's father and mother looked at each other again, and then confirmed again:

"Hurry up."

"Well, hurry up."

……

at the same time.

In Guinevere Pendragon's room.

The computer screen in front of him was blank, with only one cursor point.

Guinevere stared at the computer screen in front of him in a daze.I just feel that my mind is in a mess, with a lot of different thoughts of one kind or another.But when I really want to write, I can't write anything.

No, it's not that I can't write, but that I can't write something that satisfies me.

For example, he wrote a novel like this before:

Knight Al looked at the cute young ghost walking towards him with a smile on the opposite side, and was a little at a loss for a while.

It is different from the very simple and bold blond young ghost before.This little black ghost was slightly exposed, with delicate bare feet stepping on the ground, revealing fair skin, shoulders, delicate collarbone...

——Okay, I can’t write any more after I write here.Anyway, Gurneywell couldn't write his fiancée like this, could he?

So can't write.

Out of the same, similar psychology, Guinevell did not want to write about other girls with whom he had a relationship.

It will be difficult in this case.

Because at the beginning, Guinevell wanted to write a novel with himself as the protagonist.Stories or something can also be adapted appropriately from real people and real events.In this way, there must be good results, and it is easy to write.

but……

"But no, you bastard."

So, contrary to Kasumigaoka Shiyu's cheerful writing of ten thousand words, Guinevell couldn't write anything after returning home.

"Perhaps the other way around?

Gurneywell thought hard about such a story.

The story of a spoiled, villainous kid.

He has a mother who loves him very much and asks for anything.There is a sister who is very fond of herself and can ask for anything.The girls around him are all obedient, well-behaved, sensible, and good people who won't cause trouble for him.

And this child caused trouble everywhere as a matter of course, and then those girls solved it for him...

"No, you will definitely be scolded if you write this kind of rubbish..."

Guinevere was even more distressed.

How to do.

What should I do?

I had already talked to the editor Toki Kenjiro two days ago, and the other party said seriously: "I look forward to the masterpiece of Mr. White Knight."

"Is it only original creation? So what kind of book should I write?"

Guinevere thought hard, thought hard.Inexplicably, I thought of some very mysterious pictures.

In a place called Camlan, a mother with a gun and a sword is fighting with Mordred... Although that mother doesn't know why, she seems to be ten years younger and looks about the same age as Xiao Mo... …

"King Arthur...a legend?"

Gurneywell tapped the keyboard subconsciously and typed out the title.

"Ahhhhh! No way."