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

"No, are you better than this..." Masayuki Hori.

"Nozaki-kun! Is there anything I can do?" Sakura Chiyo.

"medicine."

Ye An silently handed over the pills and hot water.

"Ah, thank you, Ye An, that's great...I need this exactly."

Sakura Chiyo fell silent.

Obviously I came first, whether it's going to Nozaki-kun or confessing...

After drinking the medicine, Nozaki-kun breathed a sigh of relief, and said again: "Actually... tomorrow is the deadline. But the doctor told me to lie down in bed and sleep, so..."

Ye An nodded to show his understanding: "Ah, I see, we will help you solve the following problems—"

"Please come here and sleep instead of me!!!"

"……Eh?"

Before a few people came out of their bewilderment, Nozaki-kun pulled the quilt and lifted the coffin, and rushed out of the room in a hurry and with shaky steps.

"Ah, wait for Nozaki! Don't run too fast, you're still sick!" Ye An hurried to hold hands to stop him. Is this guy crazy with a fever? !

Nozaki-kun walked unsteadily on some floating steps. Before Ye An could hold him, he tilted his body, and his left foot caught his right foot.

Boom!

There was a deep pit on the ground that looked like a [-]-pack abs.

"..."

[This is definitely the most... I can't bear to look straight at the ground fall...] ​​The system mother murmured with a delicate expression.

"Nozaki-kun!" Sakura Chiyo hurriedly ran out of the room, Ye An and Hori Masahyuki followed behind.

"Ahem... Ma Ma Ma (it's not over yet), no problem Sakura, don't worry... I'm a professional!"

Saying so, Nozaki-kun stretched out his long arm, grabbed the low table and dragged himself over, and then struggled to get up, his eager appearance was like a hungry tiger rushing for food, or a zombie chasing a meat ball... Finally, he picked it up. With the pen and paper on the table, Nozaki-kun's eyes suddenly changed, and he was extremely firm.

"It's okay... Even if I'm not in a good mood, my body has already remembered it! Even if I close my eyes... my hands will move by themselves!!" Saying so, I started to draw by myself.

When the three of Ye An saw this, they were all surprised and slightly shocked in their hearts!

Awesome...is this professional?Even when seriously ill--

Then the three of them watched as Nozaki-kun took the paintbrush, and seriously drew pile after pile of abstract painting masterpieces that Picasso could not compare with, and added artificial mosaics to the faces of these magical species...

silence.

Ye An put his hand on Nozaki-kun's shoulder, pulled him hard to turn him around, and smiled softly: "You, go back to me! Sleep! Sleep!"

Boom!

Closing the door of Nozaki-kun's room, ignoring the somewhat dull voice of "Help me out, I want to paint!" coming from inside because the door was blocked, Ye An clapped his hands to remove the dust, and let out a sigh of relief.

Wait for death in peace of mind for me, don't be ashamed to come out.

"very scary……"

"Didn't you expect to have such a fierce side?"

Seeing the terrified appearance of those two abnormal people, Ye An suddenly felt tired.

Me, shouldn't I have had anything to do with these guys in the first place...

In short, Nozaki-kun can't get up again, but tomorrow is the deadline, so after discussing it, the three of them are going to help Nozaki-kun finish this manuscript.

"It's the last day, I guess there is nothing difficult or troublesome." Masayuki Hori said as he picked up the manuscript paper on the table, "Then the rest of the work is..."

Hori Masahyuki froze, and the hand holding the manuscript trembled slightly.

"Senior? What's the matter?" Sakura Chiyo moved over curiously.

Then a row of neat black lines fell on the face, and the face was not good.

Seeing the reaction of these two people, Ye An also felt a "thump" in his heart.

What are they doing?Why this expression?

After hesitating for a moment, he hurried to the other side of the table to understand the situation.

After reading the manuscript, Ye An finally understood why the two of them had bad faces and why Nozaki was so flustered.

"The rest of the work is..." Hori Masahyuki said helplessly, pressing his forehead, "Thirteen pages of manuscript..."

Thirteen pages, only the original draft without an outline.

A normal cartoonist takes a class of cartoon assistants to finalize the outline draft, which is the workload of fighting to the death all night without sleep.

... Is it too late to resign now? !

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