I Also Want to Draw Comics when I Cross into a Pseudo-mother

Ye An frowned and questioned the system mother.

After arriving home, Ye An asked a question.

How to deal with the game Sword Art Online?

The system girl's reply is 【Don't worry about it. 】

"I remember [-] people, right? You want me to watch them die in that death game?" Ye An asked a little angrily.

[You got it wrong, I said don't worry about it, because this game won't hurt anyone. 】

The system girl explained casually, her eyes fixed on the computer in front of her.

The system girl just stood on the keyboard, and the game characters on the screen began to move by themselves, and they were constantly slashing at the enemy with swords and lights.

"Won't you get hurt?" Ye An looked at the system mother with some doubts: "In other words, it's safe? Is Sword Art Online just an ordinary game in this world?"

【Well, anyway, you'll know in the future, and besides, you can't do much, don't bother me playing games. 】

Hearing this, Ye An felt a little helpless.

Indeed, even knowing the truth, there is nothing one can do.

After all, the facts are so shocking that no one will believe them.

It is estimated that the most thing that can be done is to talk about it on the Internet-but as long as you are not a fool, you will feel that you are talking nonsense, and then you will be labeled as "peer" or "jealous".

Maybe it will become popular again, and finally the water meter will be checked for spreading rumors.

Ye An sighed, and looked at the system girl who was addicted to the game with some confusion.

"Okay... are you sure nothing will happen?"

[Ah, ah, ah!This is the world of daily comics, not "Kirito the fraudster", but "Kirito the manga artist"! 】The system girl's tone is brisk.

After being silent for a while, Ye An said helplessly, "Okay, then I'll just trust you once!"

Boom!

A crisp sound.

【what?This voice...]

"Shipped?!"

The figure of Ye An who was about to leave disappeared, and the next moment Ye An appeared behind the system mother.

The system mother used Ye An's account...

Ye An's mood instantly improved.

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The stuffed and dead houses from Chunwu, and the live treasures from the monthly girl, jointly dominate this classroom.

They are doing their best to exude the stench called "vigor" on their bodies, in exchange for something called "sense of existence" from others.

As for those who are unwilling to do this, or those who are unable to do such a thing, there is only one person in this class, Hiki Valley Hachiman.

No friends, no sense of presence, silently reading a book in the corner, it looks like a background board.

But even so, it was many times better than those chattering guys.

"What happened yesterday? I know."

Hayama Hayato, who is the central figure of the current group, is shining a light that is hard to ignore.

With perfect appearance and perfect personality, the place where he is is the center of the crowd. If this is a shoujo manga, maybe he is the male protagonist.

Beside him is Yumiko Miura who is the queen, proud and the pinnacle of female power.

Although I know that Hayama and Miura are not pretending, they are both very good guys, but maybe it is racial hatred, Ye An always dislikes them-the kind of people who want to tie them to a rocket and send them to the sky are not pleasing to the eye .

By the way, there are Passerby A, Passerby B, and Yuigahama Yui.

Passers-by A and B often get mixed up with Hayama Hayato, but Ye An doesn't remember their names at all.

Yubihama Yui's words, in fact, Ye An couldn't figure out how this idiot got in.

At this time, Miura turned around suddenly, and asked the dumpling what, the dumpling quickly smiled, and began to flatter her a little bit.

Although it was not pleasing to the eye, and I knew that Yuihama Yui probably didn't like it very much, but Ye An didn't know how to do anything.

Because it is her own choice.

Just as Ye An was thinking about it, a male voice came from the front seat.

"Hey, Ye An, have you heard about that incident—the supernatural event in class A of our school's first year!"

It was Lu Ren in the front seat who spoke.

Ye An waved his hand quickly when he heard the words: "Don't tell me, I'm timid, you said I can't sleep at night."

"No, no, this isn't scary at all." Lu Ren made a mysterious face, and then said, "Don't you really want to hear it? More than forty people in a class saw it with their own eyes!"

There was a tangle on Ye An's face.

Ghost stories are a magical thing.