I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

She lowered her head and groped in her bag, took out a stack of manuscript paper as thick as a dictionary and placed it on the table, her eyes still hazy.

Aoba Hitomi looked at Kira Yoshikage with a solemn expression on her face: "If I can cooperate with Kira-sensei... that would be great! I've read both of the two novels that Kira-sensei published last year, I really! Really! I like it very much!-"

Aoba Hitomi dragged out the ending, trying to make her words more credible: "I like those two stories very much. Stories like that... I'm afraid I can't imagine it by myself."

"Ah, sorry. I'm a little excited." Aoba Hitomi couldn't see Ji Liang Yoshikage's expression, but she scratched her hair embarrassedly and pushed the manuscript to Kira Yoshikage: "If possible... I hope Mr. Kira You can take a look at my sketches during this period, if you feel that it is inappropriate after reading it... Please also ask Mr. Kira to directly..."

Aoba Hitomi's phone vibrated on the table.

It was a very old model, and when it vibrated, it wanted to jump off the table - as the vibration continued, the phone moved a bit on the table.

It entered the field of vision of Yoshikage Kira.

On the small screen of the mobile phone, the caller's name——Arisugawa was displayed.

Ok?

Kira Yoshikage raised her eyebrows and glanced at Aoba Hitomi.

Arisu River.

Is it... those two Arisukawa he knew?

At this time, Yoshikage Kira almost wanted to check the number of people in the country who had the surname "Arisugawa" - how could this surname be everywhere?

"Excuse me."

Aoba Hitomi picked up the phone, nodded towards Kira Yoshikage and Kishimoto Castle and went out to answer the phone.

Seeing that the door of the living room was closed, Kishimotojo turned to look at Yoshikage Kira, "Kirara-kun, think about it? At least read Aoba-sensei's manuscript before making a decision."

Kira Yoshikage responded unhurriedly and picked up the manuscript.

He doesn't read cartoons very often—to be precise, he has never read other cartoons except the Toddler Xiang cartoons that his parents bought him when he was a child.

He is not used to such things as comics, and he is not interested in the way it is represented in comics.

but...

Arisu River.

"clatter,"

Kira Yoshikage's fingernails clasped on the manuscript paper, making a slight but crisp sound.

As for the painting itself... Kishimoto Castle did not exaggerate Aoba Hitomi's ability - even if Kira Yoshikage doesn't read comics, there is always no shortage of aesthetics.

Anyway, look again.

Ah, don't get me wrong.

Kira Yoshikage means... Look at Aoba Hitomi again.

- It's really troublesome.

Kira Yoshikage's fingernails were slightly longer.

The villa area in the northeast of Duwang Town

Fukada Risha recently found something for herself to do.

She was drawing aimlessly on the white paper with colored pencils, not intending to draw something great.

She's just... very free.

But even if she was very idle, Fukada Risha didn't want to find something serious for herself to do.After all... being able to spend a lifetime doing nothing is not a blessing.

"Swish..."

The colored pencil leaves a large area of ​​black on the paper, covering the original painting underneath.

"Snapped,"

The colored lead was suddenly thrown to the ground, and the cylindrical colored lead rolled several times on the ground and rolled under the TV cabinet.

Fukada Risha lay down and looked at the gap under the TV cabinet - there was a lot of dust and there seemed to be some change... ah, it seemed like there was a piece of candy or something - disgusting.

Fukada Risha pouted, not intending to clean the room because of this incident.

Her eyes fell on the courier she just received, and she lazily got up and opened the courier - there was a brand new sandbag inside.

Well, this one is better.

"Instinct" is difficult to suppress, and she has no intention of suppressing it - it is called "destroying desire", which makes it difficult for her furniture and daily necessities to be used for a long time.

That desire for destruction seems to have escalated recently.

It doesn't matter~

She dragged the sandbag to the empty room, and on the way, she glanced at the text message she just received on her phone.

Subsequently.

"boom!----"

Fukada Risa kicked against the wall.

That's not enough, she kept kicking forward with bare feet, and her figure looked crazy and abnormal.