What? ! the Girls Who Like Me Have Increased Again?

Put the notebook back in its original position.

Looking at the pitiful girl beside him who looked like a hamster, the boy finally let go.

"Okiya, thank you..."

Having finally been acknowledged, Kosaki looked extremely excited.

Of course Fujiwara Oboro would choose to support her.

After all...compared to a certain nerd who wrote a proposal and ran to read light novels halfway.

At least the girl is seriously doing planning work.

I saw those densely packed text settings, as well as the sketches drawn by Xiaosaki himself.

Even if this child has no talent and connections, the final result is not ideal.

What reason does he not believe and support this girl's efforts?

"Sorry Hakuya, I know you're doing it for my own good... I'm too capricious."

After finally getting the recognition, Xiaosaki began to apologize to the person who really cared about her.

Later, he just burst into tears.

Obviously this person's support is very important to her, and she is definitely not just a whim.

All Fujiwara Oboro could do was wipe away her tears.

"Do what you love to do, and don't let yourself regret it."

Anyway, they are still only freshmen in high school.

There is still some time before the fateful third year of high school.

If the girl is not allowed to work hard on her own, Kosaki will definitely not be reconciled.

Although he didn't know why this child was working so hard, he glanced at the notebook on the table, which was almost full of writing.

There was pity in Yuya's eyes.

……

It was more than one o'clock in the morning.

Pretending to be like he was asleep when it was past ten o'clock.

Wear thick black-rimmed glasses.

After taking a break for a while, Yoshida Saki sat back at the computer desktop very early.

If you don't want to pursue special effects too much, even if you don't have the foundation, things like game engines are actually not difficult to learn.

Kosaki has also drawn some fan pictures, although the level is not really high.

But it is still no problem to draw some avatars, Q-version characters with three heads, maps... and other elements.

When faced with that person's question today, she was cowardly and failed to respond upright.

However, Yoshida Saki didn't want to go on like this forever.

Beside the girl who has nothing, the only one she can trust is that boy.

However, that person's eyes can't always be on himself.

"I'm not as talented as Miss Kong and Ying Lili, and I'm not good at reading..."

Girls with low self esteem want to be praised.

Want to get that person's approval.

want to……

"If, if I can rely on my own efforts, I will succeed..."

"Isn't it possible to get closer to him?"

Chapter 95. Charm

Far away from the city, in a dome venue built on a certain crater.

This is an arena unknown to ordinary people.

That is...the so-called "inner world".

Having said that, except for being a little more fanatical in some respects, there is actually nothing special about it.

In this dome that can accommodate up to [-] people, amidst the carnival of almost [-] spectators.

"Damn, fainted!!! The winner has been decided—"

The black referee on the stage kept watching the two players twisted onto the field.

He raised the microphone excitedly after realizing that the strong man who was restrained seemed to be dead and motionless.

Facing the audience, the result of the game was announced loudly.

Although he tried his best to appear serious, his tone sounded inexplicably like he was rapping.

In any case, the outcome has been decided.

If you continue, the other party's life will be in danger.

There is no need to go to this point when there is no animosity on both sides.

Quickly release the right arm from the dazed opponent's carotid artery.

"call……"

Putting away his posture, he stood up lightly on the arena.

"Fujiwara, won the game in [-] seconds!"

The boy, who was only about ten years old, wiped his forehead slightly, but there was not much sweat.

"Worthy of being the disciple of Mr. Mu Shi, the former A-level fighter, his strength is invincible in the C-level!"

"Could it be that our new A-level fighter from 'Purgatory' will rise from tonight!!"

Fighting group "Purgatory".

The fighters in this place are roughly divided into three levels: c-level, b-level and a-level, and the gap between each level is huge.

Obviously, the horoscope has not been written yet, but in order to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience, the black referee began to brag.

"very noisy……"

Fujiwara Yuya on the big screen, staring at a pair of dead fish eyes thought.

Fortunately, his game is just a foretaste, and the more important duel is yet to come.

Without much stay, he was able to get out soon.

I changed my clothes at the place where the players rested.

Together with a young man with a scar on his face and a single ponytail, he left the too noisy venue.

Hearing the faintly detectable insults and quarrels behind him, the boy's mood couldn't help but turn bad.

"Speaking of which, you didn't bet on me just now, did you?"

Something suddenly came to mind, Oboroya asked his teacher.

The opponent was about two meters tall and weighed more than 40 kilograms more than him.

From the perspective of common sense, this is a game with very different strengths.

If it is the common sense of the previous life, it will probably be like this.

"After all, you are a rookie. After everyone finds out your strength, there will be no such good opportunity~"

There was no intention of hiding anything, Twilight Shi Guangshi replied with a smile.

"Isn't this just gambling—"

The boy looked very disgusted.

He hates this kind of stuff.

"Think of it like a sports lottery or something."

The young man with a single ponytail smiled and greeted the familiar staff on the road, and then said indifferently.

"Isn't it the same..."

Although spectators are watching various games, betting on players is not so uncommon.

But he's still a little unaccustomed to it.

In particular, he was one of the parties involved.

"Obviously he has done more extreme things, this child really likes to be in strange places, and has strange persistence..."

Put your hands behind your head.

The young man with a single ponytail yawned, thinking strangely in his heart.

……

Late at night.

An expensive black sports car speeding down the highway.

Although oboro can drive, but does not have a driver's license.

So he could only use his teacher as the driver, and the two chatted while driving in the direction of Tokyo.

On the co-pilot, there was a thick stack of banknotes in his hand.

"In this day and age, actually giving cash back... is it because of psychological factors to make the money look more?"

I have to say that the visual impact brought by the numbers on the passbook and a stack of banknotes is indeed completely different.

"Although this number is indeed not too small..."